Reno of the Turks (
raspberryturk) wrote2014-05-19 03:07 pm
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Office #7, Monday Afternoon
You know what Reno had missed? Reno had missed his office. The one with the chair on wheels, and all the little bits and pieces of whatever crap newspaper clippings he had felt like sticking up on the walls. Sure, the pictures were gone. They'd been packed away years ago and he hadn't gotten around to hanging them up again. But the wheelie-chair?
Reno was going to take some time before working on his lesson plan for this week (a long lecture on exactly why the human race was probably going to end up extinct in their hands, thank you chaotic last class of thank-the-gods-that-wasn't-really-doomsday) to just sit down, appreciate being back in his own office space, and...
... spin in circles for a bit. Maybe play bumper cars with his chair against that wall, there, and hope they were thick enough that he wasn't disturbing whoever worked on the other side of it.
Shut up. Office chairs were fucking awesome.
[OOC: Door and post are open! Reno is completely mature, you guys.]
Reno was going to take some time before working on his lesson plan for this week (a long lecture on exactly why the human race was probably going to end up extinct in their hands, thank you chaotic last class of thank-the-gods-that-wasn't-really-doomsday) to just sit down, appreciate being back in his own office space, and...
... spin in circles for a bit. Maybe play bumper cars with his chair against that wall, there, and hope they were thick enough that he wasn't disturbing whoever worked on the other side of it.
Shut up. Office chairs were fucking awesome.
[OOC: Door and post are open! Reno is completely mature, you guys.]
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What? He was teacher. He didn't have to be mature or anything.
"Hey," he said, like he hadn't actually just noticed the guy in the doorway. "Coast should be clear if you have something you wanna come in for, yo. No runnin' people - or their dogs - over while I'm on the job. Not unless they got it comin' to them, anyway."
He had few rules, but they were still pretty decent ones.
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At his feet, Max barked once, and Herc added, "And that would be Max."
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"Good to meet you, Herc. Max." Another nod down to the dog. Because, dog. Reno was more a ferret person, but he could appreciate a dog that looked as though its face had met a few walls in his lifetime. "And yeah, your kid's Chuck? Didn't know his old man was teachin' here, yo."
Good to know. Take care of the Hansen kid. His dad knew where Reno worked.
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A class about doomsday sort of stood out on the roster a little.
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Reno had gone home to a lot of rum that night.
"I'm rebuilding my syllabus at this point to include things like 'how the hell to not rip one another's eyeballs out while trying to come to a friggin' consensus,' but I still want to cover stuff like keeping a cool head under stress, and finding resources to live on where there don't seem to be any. This was never intended to be a class on grade-school teamwork skills."
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"Yeah? Care to tell me why?"
This could be interesting.
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No, really. He was. It was difficult to find a conversation topic that Reno would avoid like the plague unless you actually knew some of the places he'd been.