29 Chimera Court, Saturday Evening

[raspberryturk]

Ah, it was good to be back on the island. Sure, most of the faces were new. Again. And Reno had spent the better part of the day with his shades on while he adjusted to actual sunlight. Again. And he didn't technically have a place to stay. Yet.

That was what he was working on fixing now, his bag slung over his shoulder containing a ferret and anything that he could smuggle into the bag during the picnic that looked like Mako would enjoy it. Not that Reno had really been careful about smuggling the food in the first place. It was a picnic. Taking food was half the expectation, and what the hell was the school going to do with the leftovers?

He stopped in front of a decent looking place not far from the water, straightened the bag on his back, and considered it for a moment. The place looked occupied already, which would make it a challenge, sure. But if there was one thing Reno liked, it was a challenge. With a little 'heh' and a swagger in his step, he made his way up to the front door and tried the handle.

If this went to hell in a handbag in three seconds flat, at least it'd be a good time.

[OOC: For those housemates who are not yet aware that they're housemates!]

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[raspberryturk]

"Hey, that's two votes outta... how many?" Reno grinned as he closed his bag again. "And you didn't even make me run laps, yo. Sure, dinner sounds great."

He wasn't picky about what went into his mouth. Spicy? Great. Bring it.

[what_the_shock]

"Was I supposed to make you do something?" Miguel scrambled for an idea. "Hang from the ceiling," he said with a grin.

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Reno glanced up at the ceiling.

"I could," he mused. "How much you like your ceiling?"

It involved equipment, okay?

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"It keeps the rain off," Miguel said. "You break it, you bought it."

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Reno considered that for a moment more.

"Tell you while. I'll scale the side of the house in two seconds instead."

He was bargaining for a dare.

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Miguel grinned. "Okay, you're on."

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Reno smirked, shrugged, and held out the bag with the dozing ferret in it.

"Okay, you hold this," he said, turning for the door. "Don't wanna wake the weasel."

[what_the_shock]

"I thought you'd do it with him on your back." Miguel took the pack carefully, though, as he followed.

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"I could," Reno shared, "but then I'd have to let him out if he wakes up. Which is fine. He could use a good run, too."

He stepped outside, considered the house thoughtfully, and then shrugged and just... ran up the side of it. No big deal. He'd climbed bigger.

[what_the_shock]

Miguel laughed. "You said scale, not run. I don't know if I should call that cheating or not." He got a little further out of the way in case Reno needed to jump down.

[raspberryturk]

Reno sat on the edge of the roof and grinned.

"What, you wanna see if I go faster usin' my hands?"

Because he could do that, too. It also wouldn't be a first.

[what_the_shock]

"Nah, just not what I was expecting."

And hey, why should Reno be the only one to show off?

Crouching, Miguel jumped and landed next to Reno on the roof.

Carefully, so as not to wake the ferret.

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"Oh, come on," Reno said, glancing toward Miguel and smirking a bit. "I get called out for not climbin' and you jump? I could'a just gone ahead and done that, yo."

[what_the_shock]

"I wasn't the one on the dare," Miguel pointed out. "And you picked this instead of hanging on the ceiling."

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"Well, I ain't sticky and I can't do that without breakin' something," Reno replied with a shrug. "I said I turn into a bird. You're the spider here, yo."

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"Yep." Miguel smirked. "So, you plan on jumping down, running down, or flying, bird? Or just hanging out here instead of taking a room?"

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"Much as livin' on the roof sounds like a great time?" Reno stretched, glanced down, and then simply jumped back off again, landing with ease on the ground below. "It'd suck in the rain. I don't even know what to do with rain. Collect it in a bucket an' drink it?"

Now he was just being a little shit.

[what_the_shock]

"Around here, I wouldn't trust it," Miguel pointed out.

Then, since Reno was taking the easy way (the other easy way?), he walked back down the wall. Which involved a little cheating with one hand just to not jostle the ferret too much. Hey, he was not going to be responsible for something happening to someone else's pet!

[raspberryturk]

"Around here, the trick is to trust nothin'," Reno pointed out. But a person's still gotta drink sometimes. Maybe I'll just filch water from your garden hose instead if I don't get approval from the rest of your crew, yo."

A garden hose. Shit, that sounded decadent.

[what_the_shock]

Miguel shrugged and handed back the ferret bag. "You're halfway there. Liam and Magnus left to go. Liam's the sheriff around here, but if you're not going to cause trouble, you should be fine. Magnus is...Magnus. He's enthusiastic? And a little weird."

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"We just both got up onto the roof of the house in like two seconds," Reno mused, "and he's the weird one? What, does the guy shit ponies or something?"

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"Not that I've seen?" Miguel said dubiously. Physically, Magnus was probably the most normal one here.

"But don't suggest it to him, or he'll probably want to find some way of doing it."

He led the way back to the house. "You eat pork, grease, dough, and spicy? Empanadas for dinner."

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"I'll eat anything, yo," Reno replied, following Miguel back in. "Least picky eater you'll ever meet, I'd put money on it."

Living in a post-apocalyptic wasteland for a while would do that.

[what_the_shock]

"I've met some pretty non-picky eaters," hello, Sabretooth, "but I'll take your word for it. Not wasting food on making disgusting stuff just to test you."

He waved Reno at the kitchen table and went to finish heating the empanadas.

He wouldn't even add extra spice to a couple, though he thought about it. That'd be less fun and more just mean.

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Reno would still eat them.

He wandered into the kitchen, looking around, making a note of any possible exits, where the cutlery was kept and any other possible weapons in here...

It was a usual Turk check, really. Nothing personal at all.

"It's a nice kitchen," he mused. He wasn't sure what to do with a nice kitchen.