Reno of the Turks (
raspberryturk) wrote2009-05-13 06:34 pm
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Rude's Apartment, Edge, Thursday Evening
Rude's couch was lumpy and hard to sleep on.
Rude's couch was lumpy and hard to sleep on, Rude's booze was running low, and the lighting in Rude's living room sucked.
All that, and Reno had more reading material than he could have ever hoped for. And a bean sprout in a plastic cup sitting in some wet paper towel. And a pair of cacti that he hadn't managed to kill yet. And an anxious ferret, attempting to help him either with the booze, or with the reading, whichever Mako happened to be able to reach more easily at the time.
As such things went, after a week and a half back in Edge with no outlet to the real world, it was time for Reno to take a break. He'd written a letter earlier in the week in reply to one that he'd gotten last week Thursday, which was all well and good... but dammit, he needed to hear a voice that didn't belong to a Turk, a member of the WRO, or some random person living on the street corners in Edge.
Spare Gil for the homeless, they'd beg, and he'd toss them a few, just because he had a few to spare. But not without a mumble and a frown.
Yeah. You an' everyone else, yo.
He needed to make some freaking phone calls, or he was going to go out of his mind, damn it.
[NFB for distance, open to anyone who thinks that Reno would have a reason to call them! Or, heck, open to anyone. He's bored, he'll probably just hit buttons until he hears familiar voices, at this point.]
Rude's couch was lumpy and hard to sleep on, Rude's booze was running low, and the lighting in Rude's living room sucked.
All that, and Reno had more reading material than he could have ever hoped for. And a bean sprout in a plastic cup sitting in some wet paper towel. And a pair of cacti that he hadn't managed to kill yet. And an anxious ferret, attempting to help him either with the booze, or with the reading, whichever Mako happened to be able to reach more easily at the time.
As such things went, after a week and a half back in Edge with no outlet to the real world, it was time for Reno to take a break. He'd written a letter earlier in the week in reply to one that he'd gotten last week Thursday, which was all well and good... but dammit, he needed to hear a voice that didn't belong to a Turk, a member of the WRO, or some random person living on the street corners in Edge.
Spare Gil for the homeless, they'd beg, and he'd toss them a few, just because he had a few to spare. But not without a mumble and a frown.
Yeah. You an' everyone else, yo.
He needed to make some freaking phone calls, or he was going to go out of his mind, damn it.
[NFB for distance, open to anyone who thinks that Reno would have a reason to call them! Or, heck, open to anyone. He's bored, he'll probably just hit buttons until he hears familiar voices, at this point.]
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"House of the mad, what's your poison?"
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"How's things out there?"
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Note to self: Find cookies. Ones that aren't diseased or something.
"Things ain't so bad out here. It's Edge, so I ain't expectin' a fanfare or anything like it. I ain't been shot yet, I found a place to crash, so all-in-all, it's been goin' damn good so far."
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Times like this were why Dōjima loved giving everyone individual rings; it let her say the most outrageous things without needing to check the caller ID.
"Moshi moshi!" she called cheerfully. "So. Rude hasn't killed you yet? Or did he just buy earplugs?"
No, he couldn't talk first. That would spoil her fun.
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"Neither, yo! He stuck me on the couch, though. Ain't like he's got room in here for the both of us. Three, if you count Mako, zoto. His couch is lumpy as all friggin' hell, yoto. How are you doin'?"
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"But we're back in the cabins and the new kids are here, and there's a ton of 'em, Red. Like wee little bugs."
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He was, actually. He hadn't trained up a rookie since... well... Since a long while ago. Rude had trained up Elena. Dang.
"Any of 'em done anything amusing, yet?"
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Something cheery and digital sounding. Her ... phone?! She didn't think she was close enough to the tower to be getting a signal. Phone! Phoooooooone! Cue one Al Bhed girl diving for her bag and rooting through it, quickly. Do not drop the signal, tower. Do not. Do not. Do not.
"Hello?" she gasped.
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"OHMYFUCKRIKKUIMISSYOUYO."
Calm. Cool. As always.
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She had to start with that, in case the signal dropped again, because she'd kick herself if she didn't get that out.
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"Is this Reno, or does the display on my phone deceive me?"
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Reno would have been bouncing as he heard Romeo's voice on the other end of the phone, except that he was laying on his chest on the floor, and there was a ferret gnawing on his ponytail. It didn't work out in favor of the bouncing, so much.
"How are you doin', man? How's Fandom treatin' you? You ain't blown anything up since I left, have you?"
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It was all coming out in one breath.
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playingexamining her new Crime Scene kit, and reached over to grab her phone. "Lance Investigations, reasonable rates for an unreasonable world!"no subject
No, he wasn't going to say who he was. He figured it was obvious.
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Well, at least Arthur had learned his lesson about keeping the phone close to his face.
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Well, at least Arthur had learned how to answer the phone. Reno was going to call that a win!
"It works just fine, man! Put it to your face an' talk normally, and we'll be on a roll, yo!"
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as her mun tags late omg"I don't even want to know how the phone bills between universes work."no subject
[Excuse me while I die of Works-for-AT&T-Customer-Service dorkitude omg.]
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[Heeeee! Quick question: is the Thursday Evening bit a mistype since it went up yesterday, or is it actually set for tonight?]
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