Edge, Saturday Afternoon

[raspberryturk]

There were some things that were totally worth getting in trouble with the boss for, Reno decided. Being a grumpy son of a bitch was good for things like getting on Tseng's nerves, teaching the rookie how to run for cover, and also for getting sent on impromptu vacations to other worlds in order to visit the girlfriend.

It had totally been worth it. But, as such things tend to go, this vacation didn't last forever, and soon Reno was hopping another portal back to Edge.

The first thing he did upon getting home was reach for the Everclear that Romeo had sent him. Romeo was still the best buddy ever, and Reno was going to have to find some way to make it up to him. Maybe he'd ship him some porn or something. That was always excellent payback, right?

And then he checked the texts and voicemails that he'd missed lately. Which led to a lot of alternating between laughing and frowning. Killing beans and killing babies were two very different things indeed. But hey, verbal Twitters were amusing, at least.

It wasn't until he went to check on the beans to be certain that they were still alive (they were) and the ferret to make sure that he wasn't dead (he wasn't) that a chunk of plaster fell from the ceiling, hitting Reno solidly on the head and reminding him quite firmly that he wasn't in Spira anymore.

Sigh.

"Home sweet shithole."

[NFB for distance and all, but Reno's open for phone calls, text messages, random letters, and all of that good stuff.]

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[intraspective]

Ino was bored at the clinic, and avoiding her notes, and vaguely wondering where her boyfriend was hiding out (and sighing about that) when her phone started ringing.

Oh, hey! Distraction!

She pulled it out, and answered without checking the number. "Yesss?"

[raspberryturk]

"I'm lookin' to order some beans," Reno drawled, leaning back against Rude's lumpy couch and grinning. "Ones that don't need too much sun. The ones I got are lookin' all yellow, zoto."

He'd figure out sooner or later that yellow wax beans were supposed to be yellow. Really.

[intraspective]

Ino snorted, amused. "Depends on your bean--maybe they ought to be yellow? Hey, you. Did you really need me to do a bean run?"

[raspberryturk]

"... They make beans in yellow, too?"

Well. Huh. Consider Reno educated, now.

"And nah. I don't need any emergency bean runs or anything right now, yo. I'm just callin' to check up on one of my fave rookies, yo."

He said 'rookie' in a friendly way. Honest.

"Got your text, zoto."

[intraspective]

"Ah," she said, making a face that she knew he couldn't see. "Yeah. I just--" though he'd get it, "--I'm not a rookie!"

She so so was.

[withoutverona]

Romeo had a very, very important question for Reno, so he picked up the phone and dialed.

[raspberryturk]

Ooh! Phone call! Reno liked those!

"Yo!" He'd have come up with some kind of witty greeting, but he was still picking plaster from his hair and suffering portal-lag, here.

Romeo would get to hear 'Reno's house of porn!' the next time he phoned, perhaps.

[withoutverona]

If Reno actually had a house of porn, Romeo would be quite impressed.

"Yo," Romeo drawled in return. "Are you still in Spira, or are you back home now?"

[raspberryturk]

"Chillin' out on Rude's lumpy couch," Reno replied, grinning up at the ceiling. Oh, it was good to hear Romeo's voice, dammit.

[withoutverona]

"Bedchamber of champions," Romeo suggested, and apparently Reno had drawn the version of Romeo's voice that remembered it was 2009 and not 1609.

"I'm glad you went to see Rikku. Good break?"

[bitchprince]

Don't ask how. Just don't ask how Arthur managed to text, hows the phone power work in the end.

It was only repeat warnings from his Blackberry that had pointed the whole 'power' issue to him in the first place, really.

[raspberryturk]

Reno spent a long while blinking at the text. And then he totally cracked up.

did u try pluggin it in?

This was a very important sort of question, really, right?

[bitchprince]

plugging what its not leaking, he texted back.

The phone was beeping again. This was clearly an issue. Last time, it had led to cutting him off mid-voicemail.

[raspberryturk]

Reno was very, very thankful that Arthur couldn't see him laughing his ass off right now. Honest.

theres a wire that came w/the blakbery. fits in the phone on 1 end n the wall on the othr. try that.

[bitchprince]

It was about thirty minutes before Arthur actually responded.

By calling him.

Mission succesful?

[notyourpawn.livejournal.com]

Alice didn't use her phone enough. She was going to dial the Card Guard's number and see what he was doing.

[raspberryturk]

Ooooooh. There was a ringtone that he didn't hear often!

"Alice!" He was mostly over the fact that the ceiling had fallen on his head now, yay! "How's my favorite queen doin' today?"

Queen-who-was-a-rookie! Rookie-queen! Rookqueen!

... He was putting the Everclear down, now.

[notyourpawn.livejournal.com]

Queen, rook, pawn, Alice could take most of the spots on the chessboard without blinking. He could be a knight; card guards were well-suited.

"Quite well, I suppose," she said lightly. "We had another fire drill. It was raining, so no one was concerned about fire."

Except herself, but that went without saying.

[raspberryturk]

"Daaaaamn. In the rain this time? The school administration is freakin' cruel, yo. Least they could do is put a shed or somethin' outside of the dorms for the students to huddle in when they're kicked outta bed at three in the mornin', yo."

[notyourpawn.livejournal.com]

"I doubt we're evicted frequently enough for it to occur to them," Alice mused. "I was quite grouchy, though I suppose holding fire practices is preferable to the alternative."

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

*ring * It's been about a month since she talked to Reno, and Dinah's just lazing around on the roof so, why not call?

[raspberryturk]

Phone! Hooray!

"Reno's house of kickass," he chirped, perhaps a little drunkenly. But just a little. "All the kick our competitors provide, but with much hotter ass, yo!"

Really, it was fairly drunkenly, considering he thought that this was somehow a witty way to answer the phone. Oh, Reno.

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

Dinah cracked up. So did that mean he was witty, or just really hilariously doofy?

"Yes, I'm calling to get some kickass," Dinah said, giggling. "We're running a little low here, even if we generated some ourselves with alligator fueling."

[raspberryturk]

"I missed the friggin' gators," Reno whined, effectively destroying all illusion of kickass that he might have had a moment ago. "How unfair is that, yo? See, now I gotta go back to Fandom and camp out somewhere, hopin' for leftovers or somethin'."

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

"They smelled Reno. And so did we, after we went down in the sewers after them," Dinah said, trying to pretend it hadn't been way fun. "And I got nibbled on! By goldfish with teeth! Although slitting one open, that was pretty cool." She snickered. "You do have to come back! If you camp on the beach, I'm sure something will attack you! You now how this place is!"