29 Chimera Court, Saturday Evening

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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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"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.

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"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!

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"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.

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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.

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"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.

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"Mitsutada and I tend to cook a lot," Miguel said. "We don't officially cook for everyone, but it's as easy to make stuff for four as for one, so. As long as you don't mind mostly Japanese and Mexican, throw in some money for food now and again and you won't even have to eat takeout that often."

He checked the oil and went to the fridge to get out a couple beers. "Oh. I'm Miguel, by the way. Miguel O'Hara. Here I work at the diner on Saturdays, home is a crystal structure outside the multiverse where I work with a team trying to fix broken dimensions."

He handed one beer to Reno.

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"That is maybe only the third weirdest introduction I've ever heard," Reno decided mulling that over. "I'm Reno. Just Reno. I'm teachin' here but I'll probably get another job just to keep me outta trouble, yo. I got one of them government jobs back home."

You know. Just 'government jobs.' Not that he figured anybody would think he did desk work for a living, and it was hardly a secret that he was a Turk, but maybe he'd wait until after having approval to stay here before mentioning the kidnapping, assassinations, and other sketchy business that the Turks used to do in his own reality, and that they still did in the one he'd moved to for Ino's sake.

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A lot of that really depended on the government, didn't it?

"Is your government one we need to worry about?" Miguel asked.

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"No more'n you have to worry about the current American administration," Reno offered.

Which was either him being grossly generous about the power of what was left of the government in his own reality, or making a horrible understatement about the power of the one he'd been spending his time with lately. Whichever.

"I ain't got no particular loyalty to the branch I been servin' under in a friend's reality," he added, for Miguel's peace of mind, "in my own, we're just pickin' up pieces after the world's end."

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"If you mean the current one in Fandom's America, that's not too reassuring," Miguel said wryly. "I can sympathize about picking up the pieces, though. I've seen a lot of people doing that."

He opened his own beer and set the empanadas in the oil. "What made you decide to come - or come back to, I guess - Fandom, then?"

He'd moved on from interrogation to friendly chatter. He hoped.

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"Came here to pester an old friend of mine," Reno replied, a little more vaguely. "Done all the damage I can do back in her world, it's time for me to make myself useful elsewhere, yo."

By teaching high school students how to be pissy little shits, as if they needed the help.

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"What's her name?" Miguel asked. "And what are you teaching?"

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Reno almost, almost answered with 'Ino.' But he was better than that, no matter what old habit tried to pull on him.

"Her name's Iris. I think she's runnin' that fancy place with all the perfumes and bath shit in town? And I'm teachin' a class about attitude."

Which was less useful than his other potential class about surviving the end of the world, but he was easing back into it.

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"Oh, I met her just the other day," Miguel said. "She was giving out cookies in the park to celebrate her engagement. She seems fun."

Sorry if you didn't know about that yet, Reno.

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"SHE GOT WHAT?"

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Oops.

"Cookies," Miguel replied, because he so wasn't getting in the middle of this. "They were pretty good; I think they were from the bakery in town."

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Reno wrinkled his nose a little. In his back, Mako began to stir, making some questioning honking chirrups before contenting himself to eat some of the meat that had been left in there with him.

"... Well, she ain't gonna live this one down."

[what_the_shock]

Oh, good, at least the new guy wasn't going to blow up the house or anything. Unless... "Should I mention who it's to, or should I make you go outside first in case you break something?"