Edge, Tuesday Afternoon

[raspberryturk]

"Back to work, back to work."

Work for Reno, it should be noted, mostly consisted of him putting his feet on his desk and pretending to be busy. There were reports to be filed. He didn't wanna. That required effort.

Taking jobs that involved him chasing down monsters or beating terrorists to a messy pulp or, dare he say it, the jobs that required making hits? That wasn't work. That was play.

Reno? Reno was working. So hard at work. Staring at paper. Paperwork would be less boring if maybe it came in crossword format. Or word search. Or if it was written out in code that replaced each letter of the alphabet with a different picture of a naked chick. If it did that, maybe it wouldn't be so much work!

Yes, he was totally spending his time hard at work trying to will the phone to ring with his brain. Ugh, work.

[For phonecalls, of course. Reno is, as usual, boooored.]

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[findingelena.livejournal.com]

"Overworked, underpaid, fighting too many fires," Elena suggested. "He doesn't have the manpower to do half of what he wants. I'm sure he's got plans for one somewhere, he just hasn't gotten that far yet."

She was going to sidestep the whole scared-or-not conversation, and not because she was conceding the point.

"Ask for their help," she said, lifting her shoulders easily. "Tell the older kids that you need some people to feed the plants, and some to hand out the beans, and so on, so you can get more food to the littler ones. Hell, it sounds like you need a bigger space, at that."

[raspberryturk]

"One little apartment ain't gonna cut it," Reno agreed, sighing. "Trouble is findin' a place in Edge that ain't occupied. Or a place in Midgar proper that's not soaked in radiation. Either or has gotta be worth its weight in Gil."

[findingelena.livejournal.com]

"Maybe you're thinking about this wrong," Elena said. "I mean, if you wanted to live in Edge, that's true, but what you really need is some kind of open space. Sunlight, and flat surfaces. Maybe there are some places that wouldn't be useful to live in, but they'd do just fine for a greenhouse. What's up on the roof?"

[raspberryturk]

Reno leaned his head back. As though looking at the ceiling of his crappy little office was going to help him answer that question. Honestly, now.

"Mostly pigeon shit."

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