Don't Step On The Flowers

Arms Hotel Room 314, Saturday Morning

2018-09-29T10:53:14Z

Reno had gotten word that the Tseng from his own reality had made it to the island safe and sound. Was he going to offer the man somewhere to crash in the bachelor pad of disaster? No friggin' way. But he was going to make his way to the hotel this morning in order to pay the boss a visit. Much as he'd always been a thorn in Tseng's side... they were Turks. They'd been through hell and back together. And he was much-overdue for a good session of picking Tseng's brain about what to do with... that other problem.

So he'd talked up the concierge to see what room was booked out to a 'Tseng,' and then headed on up, giving a shave-and-a-haircut style knock on the door.

The answer was not, in fact, the traditional 'two bits,' which Reno had kind of figured.

Nah, the answer this morning was simply the door opening, and Tseng looking out at him with a raised eyebrow, hair pulled back in a tight ponytail, a vaguely irritated look on his far-too-young face.

Reno blinked.

From somewhere behind the Tseng in the doorway, two other vaguely irritated voices offered in unison, "Need something, Reno?"

Reno's reply, the only reply he could think of, was a rather eloquent, "Ah, fuck."

[OOC: Open for anyone who has any reason to visit a Tseng or three!]

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Reno's Room, 29 Chimera Court, Thursday Evening

2018-08-09T22:23:34Z

( In which a Turk exercises bad coping habits over old bullshit. )

[OOC: Cut for your typical end of the world reminiscing and a Turk exercising an old drinking habit. For one!]

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29 Chimera Court, Saturday Evening

2018-05-12T14:28:49Z

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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Middle of Nowhere, Gaia, Saturday Night Fandom Time

2018-03-31T16:23:04Z

Reno stared at the little sphere in his hand, squinting hard at it. It had almost killed him to get this damn thing, this stupid fucking piece of doomsday that AVALANCHE - the real AVALANCHE - had been so hell-bent on getting their mitts on. And he hadn't told Tseng yet. Hadn't really told anybody but the Rookie.

He had a little piece of the end of the world, the beginning of the end of the Turks, right there in his hand. Shit, he was still bleeding on the damn thing. Or maybe that blood belonged to the Ravens he'd taken down to get it.

AVALANCHE would notice it was missing before long. They'd send someone to investigate and they'd find blood and footprints and the telltale smoke and ozone smell of thundaga in the air. And he'd be long gone by the time that happened. He looked down at the corpse of the Raven on the ground. He spat on it as the body began to fade.

And then he picked up his phone and placed two calls. One to Portalocity, telling them to send a portal to a location that was a good ten minutes away on foot, if he ran like hell. And, as he was running like hell, he placed a second call.

Now the mission was out of his hands and over to Iris.

[OOC: For one!]

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