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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[what_the_shock]

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?"

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Reno sighed, reaching up to pinch the bridge of his nose.

"Big guy, bigger sword? Hair like a hedgehog?"

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Miguel laughed. "Well I don't know about the hedgehog part, but yeah. Biggest sword I've ever seen." And he played a mean baseball with it.

And oh, look - the empanadas were ready. Here, Reno, have some food and forget all about someone else's engagement.

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Reno called that sword 'overcompensating.'

But he was easily distracted by empanadas, so at least Zack was off the hook for now.

"Dammit, Rookie," he was muttering all the same. "I don't got nothin' to wear."

He was literally wearing a suit.

[what_the_shock]

Miguel...was not going to point that out.

Really.

"You are in a suit."

No, apparently he was.

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"I'm in a uniform," Reno countered. "I ain't wearin' the suit I work in to my Rookie's wedding."

Assuming he was invited. He was probably invited? He didn't even know about the engagement yet. Dammit.

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"Oh." Miguel paused to rearrange his thoughts. "Well, there's a clothing shop in town, and the guy that runs it's pretty cool. Honestly, if that's your biggest complaint..."

He was going to sit down and eat his own food now, because so far he'd been admonished about strippers, jumped up the side of the house with a ferret, apparently outed someone's engagement, and possibly gotten a new roommate, and all he'd been planning on was dinner.

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"Heh," Reno laughed, reaching for his food, too. "Civvies. Guess I'm gonna have to, yo."

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"You don't even know when the wedding is yet," Miguel pointed out. "You could have a year or two to get things together."

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"I like to be prepared," Reno drawled, and then bit into his empanada.

... Ooooh. This was not going to last long on his plate at all.

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"Good thing to do around here," Miguel agreed.

Heh. Hey, he knew his food!