Rude's Apartment, Edge, Thursday Evening

[raspberryturk]

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.]

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[crazypilotman.livejournal.com]

Murdock was munching on cookies and watching TV when his phone rang.

"House of the mad, what's your poison?"

[raspberryturk]

"Everclear's gonna be what does me in eventually, zoto!" Reno grinned, thankful that he'd caught someone he at least knew. It was crazy what random buttonmashing could do, sometimes. "How you doin', man?"

[crazypilotman.livejournal.com]

"Yo Reno!" he grinned. "I'm good. I got a new housemate too. She makes awesome cookies!"

"How's things out there?"

[raspberryturk]

"Heeey, can't complain if there are cookies involved, right?"

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."

[dojima-hime.livejournal.com]

Her phone was ringing. Her phone was ringing with that song, and Dōjima almost dove out of her alcove for her purse.

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.

[raspberryturk]

That earned a round of much-needed laughter from the redhead who was currently sprawled across Rude's floor.

"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'?"

[dojima-hime.livejournal.com]

"We all know Mako hogs the bed," Dōjima replied cheerfully. "I'm pretty good. Got back from Japan on Monday, have a small mountain of apartment information to go through, and now I'm sitting on my hands waiting for my TA job to start."

"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."

[raspberryturk]

"Wee little rookiebugs? Aw, shit. I'm sorry I ain't there to help break 'em in, yo!"

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?"

[the_merriest]

"No, you can't," Rikku huffed, again, "because I said so, and tell Gippal that if he tries that crap again, I'll -- did you hear something?"

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.

[raspberryturk]

Familiar voice! Best familiar voice ever! Okay, Reno. Keep your calm.

"OHMYFUCKRIKKUIMISSYOUYO."

Calm. Cool. As always.

[the_merriest]

"RENO," Rikku shouted, waving off the Al Bhed guy who wanted to argue with her. Not now! "ILOVEYOUIMISSYOUILOVEYOU."

She had to start with that, in case the signal dropped again, because she'd kick herself if she didn't get that out.

[withoutverona]

Romeo was reading in his bunk when his phone rang, and his day got much better when he saw who the number belonged to, and he was grinning as he spoke.

"Is this Reno, or does the display on my phone deceive me?"

[raspberryturk]

"If the display is lyin', man, I suggest you get a new phone, yo!"

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?"

[withoutverona]

"I'm fine," Romeo said. "A little bored, even. I got a TA position for a class that I only have to sit on the beach for." A beat. "Did I ever blow anything up? Should I start? How are you?"

It was all coming out in one breath.

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

Dinah looked up from playing examining her new Crime Scene kit, and reached over to grab her phone. "Lance Investigations, reasonable rates for an unreasonable world!"

[raspberryturk]

"Which unreasonable world are we talkin' about?" Reno was grinning, there on the other end of the line. "I mean, it ain't like you don't have access to a freakin' million of 'em from there, yo."

No, he wasn't going to say who he was. He figured it was obvious.

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

"Reno!" Plus he probably figured she'd squeal it for him. "Hi hi hi! How are you? How is home? How is Mako?"

[bitchprince]

"DOES THIS WORK?"

Well, at least Arthur had learned his lesson about keeping the phone close to his face.

[raspberryturk]

...

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!"

[bitchprince]

"I AM talking NORMALLY," Arthur told the phone. Except he wasn't. "Are you SURE you can HEAR ME?"

[intraspective]

"You know," Ino said conversationally, as her mun tags late omg "I don't even want to know how the phone bills between universes work."

[raspberryturk]

"I'm just hopin' that I'm provisioned under AT&T's best interplanetary roamin' plan," Reno said, laughing a little. "How're you doin', Ino?"

[Excuse me while I die of Works-for-AT&T-Customer-Service dorkitude omg.]

[intraspective]

"Depends!" she said cheerfully. "Do I get a present if I answer a certain way?"

[Heeeee! Quick question: is the Thursday Evening bit a mistype since it went up yesterday, or is it actually set for tonight?]

[sarcasm-guy.livejournal.com]

"Hey, you've reached Sokka's voice mail, the most awesomest voice mail in the universe. I dunno when -- or even if -- I'll be somewhere my phone will work again, but go ahead and leave a message anyway. If you're Mel, I love you, and if not, try to pretend I didn't just say that." *beep*

[raspberryturk]

"You said it, I heard it, there ain't no takin' it back now, Boom!" Reno grinned faintly. Hey, it was good to hear that at least Sokka had the decency to be honest about how often he checked his voicemail. "Just callin' to check on how you're doin', Sokka. Doin' the rounds, yo. But I hate talkin' to these stupid idiot machines, so I ain't gonna leave a long message or nothin'. If you check your voicemail anytime soon, call me and lemmie know you're still breathin'. If you don't, then ha-ha, I just used up some of your inbox space!"