raspberryturk | 29 Chimera Court, Saturday Evening

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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"Guys, it's not cool to shame people for their professions," Magnus said, totally going along with this bullshit because he could. But also so people knew he wasn't down with that.

Okay, see, Reno liked this one already.

"Right," Reno replied, pointing a finger at the big guy and grinning. "I can be a proud stripper if I wanna be. Pullin' in the big money, makin' people happy."

He wasn't a proud stripper, but hey, he'd done a few jobs as a Turk that made his peers wonder.

"Hey, do whatever you want," was Miguel's opinion. "You're just not what I was expecting."

"...did you hire a different stripper? I mean."

Magnus couldn't help himself.

"Was it on Craig's List? Because that is totally different here."

"I didn't hire any strippers," Miguel protested. "But if I was going to think 'stripper', it wouldn't be a skinny redhead in a suit."

He paused.

"Maybe. I don't even know anymore. Anyway, what's Craig's List?"

Miguel hadn't encountered either version yet.

"It's this list you can hire roomies or rent strippers from," Reno supplied.

Because this was very important information.

"And I ain't that skinny."

He was super skinny.

"Can you specify one or the other, at least?" Miguel wondered. "And you really are, you know."

"Miguel, would you like to discuss why you're stuck on this? Is it because you're attracted to him?" This was his Travis voice because he couldn't not do this.

"Er...not really, no." Miguel squinted at Magnus. "What, you don't think he's skinny? Or was that about the Craig's List thing?"

Knowing Magnus, it could be either.

"I bet he'd be attracted to me if I had more meat on my bones," Reno said, smirking.

Because he couldn't not, either.

"I think you need to take some time and self-assess," Magnus said. "Maybe get your head right. Eat some vegan food. And stop taking your sexuality crisis out on this guy whose name I don't know."

Miguel facepalmed. "I am not having a sexuality crisis, thank you. And I'm not eating vegan. At the moment I'm not eating anything, because my dinner got interrupted by someone else saying there was a stripper at the door."

He waved at the new guy. "Reno, Magnus. See what I mean?"

"Magnus has a good head on his shoulders," Reno decided, reaching to the big guy for a handshake. "Yo, man. Mind if I move in?"

Sorry, Miguel.

If by 'good' Reno meant 'good-hearted', sure. If by 'good' he meant 'sensible', Miguel was hereby taking back his vote. They didn't need more than one insane person in the house.

Okay, no more than four insane people in one house. That was enough.

"Of course not! You can take the guy who claims he's a cop's room." Magnus no. No for so many reasons.

"I was thinkin' the room I was told is already empty," Reno mused, looking thoughtful. "There's a cop?"

Oh yeah, fuckin' with the fuzz. He'd made a great choice picking this house in particular.

"He says he's a cop, but I have my suspicions." Mostly because he liked the gag.

"Sketchy cops are the most fun, though," Reno noted, smirking.

Reno had strange ideas of fun.

Miguel pinched the bridge of his nose. "Guys, Liam is a decent guy. I have no idea what kind of a cop he is, but please mess with the troopers instead."

"I can multitask!"

He was probably not actually going to mess with Liam.

"Yeah?" Miguel said. "Can you mess with the troopers without their boss, your new roommate, ever finding out?" he challenged. "Be nice to him while messing with them?"

"I am both well aware that you're baiting me here and insulted that you just insinuated I can't," Reno noted. "You have something against strippers, man?"

He was forever going to roll with the stripper thing now.

"I have something against people messing with a nice roommate," Miguel said. "Whether he's a cop or a stripper or not. And that was the idea." He smirked. "Do it or I assume you can't."

Really, Reno wasn't sure whether he wanted to put that much effort into a dare. Could be fun? But, eh, he had nothing against the troopers.

Hell, he appreciated how useless they were.

"Well then, shit, maybe I can't. Guess I'll have to live with that."

There was no real benefit in giving the troopers a reason to stop being useless, either.

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"I might," Miguel allowed. "I'd definitely be more attracted if you were a woman. Neither changes the fact that you're skinny. And there's nothing wrong with that," he said pointedly at Magnus. "I'm just making an observation."