Edge, Friday Afternoon

[raspberryturk]

Distress calls from Rookies, left, right, and center. That was what Reno came home to, after over a week without phone reception out in the wastes. And now it was the countdown, before one Rookie would get here, with Ifrit only knew what kind of trauma fresh in her head.

Pick up the phone. Dial numbers. He had well over an hour, between the time Ino's portal would arrive to pick her up, and the time it would actually make it into Edge, after all.

"The boss sends me on one mission in the middle of nowhere, Mako, an' the whole universe goes to Hell without me, zoto."

[NFB for distance, as usual. Open for anyone who needs a Reno call or who wants to give one, all calls will sit chronologically before a certain Ninja visitor, yo.]

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[findingelena.livejournal.com]

Elena was in her room. Needed to go out drinking. The drinking didn't help as much as it should.

When the phone rang, she scooped it up without even looking at the number.

"Yeah?"

That was almost hello.

[intraspective]

Ino was quietly proud of herself. She hadn't freaked out, or melted down, or lost it in her hour to put things all in order.

As accomplishments went it was pretty small. But it was huge. She'd managed a shower, gotten all of her weapons, and packed a backpack. The work helped distract her. She hadn't called though. Ino would deal with that when she got back. She'd tried three times before giving up because the thought of talking to someone--someone nice and normal. Normal by--Fandom.

The trip to the Causeway had been... stressful. Ino had skulked and slunk and snuck her way through the island to get from the dorms and all the time utterly sure that someone would sense her or something. She made it though, staring at her phone as it ticked down the last minute.

Then her portal was there, and she was stepping through, and then she was somewhere--

Edge's smell hit her first. Pollution, that reek of dying things, of things better off death, of trash. A bit of rust. Like sprinkles. Ino's shoulders relaxed slightly, a small bit of tension leaving her.

This was no Fandom.

The street was dirty gray rock. Dust too. Another breath. Just what she needed. Not Fandom. And no chance of it being taken as home either. Yes.

"Reno?"

[withoutverona]

Romeo was, for once, not bored in Tokyo.

This was because Romeo was tipsy and just came back from a night of karaoke. Somehow, calling Reno was the best idea ever.

Ring, ring.