Don't Step On The Flowers

Mmm, I love being able to put up a syllabus for a Reno class. For some reason, it makes me feel comparatively more organized than anything else, like, ever.

So, here's the lowdown on Reno's class this semester!

( Unconventional Tactics Synopsis and Other Details )

( Class Syllabus and Roster )

Ah, summertime. That glorious time of the year where I find out at the last minute that my dad decided that our trip out-of-province is going to begin like right now instead of at the actual start of the weekend, and so I spend a day doing the inevitable availability scramble to make up for that fact!

So! I'll be off and away to Prince Edward Island, taking photos of all of that nifty Green Gables stuff, eating potatoes, and getting red mud all over my feet until Sunday. Zack is a puppy and Ino has modding rights, there. Warren is a budgie and modding rights are going to go to Karla! And Reno and Jono are going to just be laying low for a few days. Reno's herding his small gaggle of housepets around the cabins and other such important things, and Jono is going to be preoccupied with being emo making certain that Didi-the-cat doesn't eat Hendrix-the-class-assignment.

Bye, Fandom! See you on the flip side!

It was perhaps little-known fact that lazy-assed Reno of the Turks made it a daily ritual since coming back to the island to make his way to the beach to train, every morning before sunup. This usually involved a stupid amount of coffee, yes. Which didn't hurt anything. It kept him from accidentally smashing himself in the face with his baton, or something.

He hadn't been able to sleep last night, and so he found himself out a little earlier than usual, alternating between dragging ass and hauling it, trying to get a decent warm-up in before the usual suspects showed up for their own training sessions. He had to look competent, after all, for both the Rookie and Ghanima, whoever came first.

Three steps forward, a dash to the side as quickly as he could manage without dipping into Ghanima's training. Send sand flying in all directions at a sudden stop, and then dart forward again.

He barely stopped before barrelling into the most freaky-looking hole that he'd ever seen, backpedaling like crazy with wide eyes to avoid the pull that nearly yanked him off his feet.

He wasn't so lucky with the one that opened right behind him.

So much for training, today.

[OOC: Just hopping on the establishy bandwagon! Mmm, holes in reality.]

Hey look, I have a syllabus this term! (Ooooh, aaaaaah!)

( Syllabus for The Day After Doomsday - Getting By In a Post-Apocalyptic World )

ROSTER SUMMER 2010:
Andy Gallagher, Charles Gunn, Cloud Strife, Dana Scully, Effy Stonem, Jacob Black, Jane Lane, K-Mart, Kennedy, Madison Avery, Miles Straume, Quinn Fabray, Ino Yamanaka (TA), Chloe Saunders (TA)

ROSTER SUMMER 2014:
Barry Ween (TA)
Anders
Chuck Hansen
Eleanor Lamb
Joker Moreau
Kathy Li
Kira Yukimura
Paddra Nsu-Yeul
Tobias "Four" Eaton
Will West

Okay. Reno could do this. Reno had made a decision, and he was a big boy, here. He was totally capable of telling the Boss that he was going to set forth to do one thing that was actually good for him for the first time in damn near a year, now.

Damn near? It had been a year, hadn't it? Shit, how time flew.

Really, this would be easy. This was a matter of lifting his hand, like so, and rapping his knuckles against the door, like so, and then waiting.

And hoping to Ramuh that Tseng wasn't actually in his office, so that he could just resort to leaving him a note along the lines of 'Going 2 Fandom, BRB Maybe' instead.

Reno thought that the 'maybe' would have been a nice touch.

[For the aforementioned NPC employer, who will be played by findingelena today because she is awesome. NFB and NFI and all of that good stuff, otherwise.]

Because Reno will never turn down the opportunity to torment another minion Rookie, there's a slot open for any graduating senior who would like to do his bidding be harassed relentlessly be relentlessly harassed into doing his bidding take on a TA role in Rookiehood 101!

Comment here if you're interested, and I'll run an RNG if there's more than one taker come the end of the weekend. Comments are screened to protect the innocent!

Admittedly, a Wednesday night was a pretty shitty night to go to any bar that didn't actually have something going on. And, in a place like Edge, it wasn't just Wednesday nights that were like that, even at the most popular stop for alcoholic swill in town. It wasn't as though people were going to get together and sing karaoke. Name that tune was pretty much a thing of the past, too. Trivia night? Not so much. But if you got Cid Highwind drunk enough, he'd tell you all about that time he spent about five minutes stuck outside of Gaia's atmosphere.

Word to the wise: Don't get Cid Highwind drunk enough to tell you all about that time he spent about five minutes stuck outside of Gaia's atmosphere.

Fortunately, Reno didn't come to the bar unprepared. He was a Turk. He came prepared for anything, thank you very much. There was a stun baton hidden up his sleeve, extra money for booze tucked away in one pocket, and a deck of cards in one hand. Tifa even tolerated his presence here because he was more or less good business, and he tended to handle her cutting him off when she'd decided that he'd had enough with... minimal leering. Which made him significantly less obnoxious than some of the folks that stopped in for drinks.

And anyhow, kicking the asses of the bar's other regulars at poker? Totally made hitting this place up on his evening off worth any unpleasant aftertaste that his allotted few servings of Corel Ale left behind.

Hey, it wasn't Reno's fault that Barrett was shit at calling bluffs.

[Open for anyone who might want to give Reno a phone call, or what-have-you. He'll probably gloat at you relentlessly, just to rile up the big guy some more.]

It was one of those rare nights that Reno had managed to score all to himself, off-duty, with not a single reason to worry about Tseng calling him in out of the blue to do some urgent mission or another. Why? Because Rude had the night off, too, and Tseng knew better than to try to call Reno in when Rude would do the job just as well, and without whining about it.

And so, there he was, sprawled backwards on the couch (and doing an admirable job of ignoring the busted springs in his back) and staring up at the ceiling, contemplating where in the world he was supposed to go from here and the obstacles on his way to wherever that turned out to be.

"Winter's coming, yo." He paused, and then, with a faint smirk on his lips, he added, "Fehdan'c lusehk."

At the very least, it wasn't as though he'd be making the trip alone.

[For that girl who speaks the funny language. And sure, open for phone calls or whatever, if you'd like.]

"I'm friggin' bored," Reno announced, possibly to nobody in particular, possibly to the bowl of beans that he'd picked. "Bored bored bored."

The beans said nothing.

"You know how bored I am?"

The beans waited patiently for a reply.

"I'm so friggin' bored, I'm talkin' to string beans."

This was what happened when Reno got himself suspended from duty for two weeks.

Fear.

[NFB for distance, as usual, but totally open for phone calls!]

Distress calls from Rookies, left, right, and center. That was what Reno came home to, after over a week without phone reception out in the wastes. And now it was the countdown, before one Rookie would get here, with Ifrit only knew what kind of trauma fresh in her head.

Pick up the phone. Dial numbers. He had well over an hour, between the time Ino's portal would arrive to pick her up, and the time it would actually make it into Edge, after all.

"The boss sends me on one mission in the middle of nowhere, Mako, an' the whole universe goes to Hell without me, zoto."

[NFB for distance, as usual. Open for anyone who needs a Reno call or who wants to give one, all calls will sit chronologically before a certain Ninja visitor, yo.]