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The Perk, Monday Morning 5/19

Making his way through town, Murdock paused and studied the change in nearby coastline. "That don't look like Greece," he muttered. Shrugging, he continued on his way to The Perk.

Grabbing a cup of coffee, he settled in at a table and began flipping through one of the books on spacecraft he'd gotten from Millie. He'd have to share some of this with Reno once he arrived. ~~which could take a while given his current doll state. hahaha!~~

(ooc: open for all your perkly and/or murdocky needs! workday=SPday for me.)

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Reno. The kickass. Action Figure. Was dragging. A laptop. In the case. Across town. In little. Spurts and. Heaves.

Also, he was cursing himself for not picking up a pair of rollerskates or something, and he was in need of a cigarette, and he was cranky. Even so, he was making pretty good progress, rght up until he made it to the door.

That would be when he started throwing pebbles and hollering. Stupid stupid doors and stupid island and stupid everything and he was eight inches tall and he hated everything damn it!!!

It was entirely possible that the fuss could be heard from inside. Totally.

Sometime later that morning ~~after Murdock & Reno are done ending the world with laptop 101~~, Dōjima wandered into the Perk to stare blearily at the menu. Timezone changes sucked, and she was in desperate need of caffeine.

Murdock wondered what all the noise was coming from outside. Maybe it was the squirrels launching a nut attack against the coffee shop.

Opening the door, he blinked in surprise at the sight of a doll with some sort of briefcase in tow. "Reno?"

"Anyone ever mention how weird this island is?" Reno grumbled as he attempted to lug the laptop into the coffee shop. "Been like this since Saturday, yo." He paused and looked up, ~~waaaaay up~~, at Murdock. "But I showed up."

This was said as though it was some sort of triumph. Which it was. That was a long way to haul a giant computer, dammit.

Reno was in desperate need of booze and caffeine and maybe a Remedy item would cure his action-figure-ness but he had left them in the dorms and for as much as he adored stairs, four floors of them were out of the question in this state.

So he was going to settle for standing on the counter and staring at the menu and wondering if they had action figure-sized serving portions. For the squirrels, of course.

The giant Doji looming nearby did not go unnoticed. He was inching off in the other direction the moment he noticed her. Which lead to-- oh. The edge. Right, then.

"Morning," he grumped, turning his attention back to the menu. Very good. Coffee. Everything was perfectly normal, here.

"I was a small flyin' horse," he offered. "So I think I kinda got the idea of weirdness."

He watched Reno trying to haul the laptop in. "You need a hand with that?"

"Hey Red," she replied automatically, turning to look over her shoulder. "You..huh?" Okay no one there. Weird.

Shrugging, she turned back to the menu. "Must be hearing things. Loosin' it, Dōjima-girl, seriously loosing it."

"No." Pause. "Yes. It's yours anyhow," Reno replied, stepping away from the laptop case. "Picked it up on Friday, before the weirdness struck. Which is good, because draggin' this thing across the island twice would'a sucked."

It would have sucked a lot.

Reno eyed her for a moment, then gave a shrug of his shoulders.

"Yep. You totally lost it, Doji. And now you're insane and hearin' sexy redheads in random places, yo. You gotta pull yourself together."

He proceeded to take a seat on the counter and grin. If he had to be eight inches tall and made of plastic, then he was going to at the very least have fun with it.

"Dude, you could've called me and I'd have come gotten it." He leaned down and picked it up easily. "But thanks, man. I really appreciate it this."

He glanced back at the table he'd claimed. "I'm right over here." It wasn't that far away, but..."Um, you need a lift?" It sounded crazy to ask that, but he didn't want Reno to have to climb furniture just so they could talk.

Reno's phone came up to his armpits when it was opened. Which was why he hadn't bothered trying to give anyone a call. He valued his sanity to a certain extent.

He looked at the table and frowned a little. That was a long, long way up. And he could make it. Perhaps. Maybe. If he was just tiny and not plastic. But plastic wasn't nearly as dexterous as good old fashioned flesh and blood, so maybe it would be best to just let Murdock play elevator, instead.

"A lift'd probably be for the best if it ain't any trouble," he decided, giving a little nod. "Last thing I need is to fall on the way up and find out if I got any detachable parts or whatever."

"Yah, that'd probably stink," he agreed, carefully scooping Reno up and placing him on top of the table. "At least I could manage to get around as a tiny horse since I had the wings. I can't imagine what it would've been like without them."

He opened the case and pulled out the laptop, eyeing it for a minute. "Do you think they have smaller coffee mugs in this joint? I could grab some for ya if you want." He fumbled with the computer for a few seconds, "I think, if I remember correctly, Charlotte's computer had a button somewhere...oh! There it is." He smirked at Reno, "I managed to get some basic prep in."

Good thing he enjoyed this so darn much, since this time she actually managed to lock on the direction the voice was coming from.

And stare.

"Oh god." Eyes wide, she suddenly sat down onto the floor to look up at the, um, toy?!?! Reno on the counter. "That's it. I'm never going anywhere with that boy ever again. I couldn't handle the stress, and now there's a toy talking to me."

Reno settled himself down on the tabletop and grinned faintly.

"Findin' the on button's one of the most important parts," he informed Murdock, giving a satisfied sort of nod. "I'm good without any coffee for now, though I'd kill for a smoke." He watched the laptop thoughtfully, and then shrugged. "Okay, so, hit the button and let it start up, and we can go from there, yo."

It was fortunate that Reno didn't have to be his usual height to talk someone through running a laptop.

Reno seemed actually quite pleased at this.

"Oh, good, you ain't callin' me a doll!" And then a rueful sort of scowl crossed his lips. "Everyone else has been since Saturday. I'm an action figure, zoto. There's a damn difference."

He looked up at the menu and crossed his arms over his chest and frowned.

"You know the problem with coffee shop menus? There ain't nearly enough booze on 'em."

"Can't help you with the smoke part, buddy. 'Sides," he eyed Reno from a corner of his eye, "ain't you a bit young to be doin' that kind of stuff? Terribly not good for ya."

Murdock did as he was instructed and not at all impressed by the start-up sequence. He'd seen that once already. Not terribly interesting the second time around. "Let's see, Charlotte said somethin' about folders and Eeemail." He cocked an eyebrow at Reno. "How do I do the mail thingy bit?"

Reno gave a shrug of his shoulders, pulling himself back to his feet.

"There's plenty I'm probably too young for, yo. Doesn't mean I didn't do it anyhow." He wandered up to the laptop, stepping up onto the edge to get a decent look at the screen. "Okay, it should be rigged up for wireless already, so I won't bother confusin' you with that part until later. You know how to use the touchpad, there?" He pointed at the handy little touchpad square at the base of the keyboard. "Plastic don't work on it, so I can't demonstrate, but it's easy enough to figure out."

"Yah, I reckon there is that." Last week's class gave him a large dose of just what some of his students had been doing. He wasn't sure he really wanted to find out what Reno's resume looked like.

"I think I got that part," he grinned, tapping around on the pad. "I should be able to figure out a lot of the things on my own, I'm a pretty quick learner. I just really need to know where all the different bits are."

Oh, good. A quick learner was the best sort of student.

"Okay, then you wanna choose this icon, right here." He pointed at the internet browser icon that was sitting on the desktop. "That'll give you access to the internet, yo. From there, we can set you up an e-mail account."

"Dolls have soft hair, yours is all plastic," she replied automatically, shaking her head. "Can you even drink if you're a toy? How the hell does that work?"

There was a pause, and she eyed him warily. "You are Red, hai? This is not a joke? If this is a joke, you will find yourself in a world of pain later. I am not in the mood."

The near-photographic memory probably had something to do with that. All kinds of assorted stuff seemed to fill in the voids of things he'd forgotten.

Murdock did as instructed, clicking through a number of screens and finally grinning at Reno. "Dude, I have email! That's pretty handy stuff."

"I've been eight inches tall and made of plastic for three freakin' days now. If this is a joke, I'm already payin' for it," Reno replied dryly. "I think I can drink, anyhow. Which'd be a hell of a lot more helpful if my bottles weren't all bigger than I am. You know how hard it is to open a bottle when the cap is bigger than your head?"

He supposed she probably didn't.

"Hell of a weekend all around, I'm guessin'?"

Reno grinned and nodded. Quick learners were freaking amazing.

"You got anybody's e-mail address, yet? I can walk you through sendin' off an e-mail, if you want. S'easier than settin' up that account of yours, even."

"Not really. But..." he fidgeted just a little, "is there a way to find out if somebody has one?"

"I'll open the bottle if I can have some," Yurika said dryly. "If I put some in a thimble, would that be the right size for you? I don't want to give you alcohol poisoning, I doubt the clinic can treat you as you are."

Hrm, avoidance, or ranting? Choices choices. "I don't think I'd mind being a toy," she admitted, quickly placing her coffee order. "This was not my first choice of weekend, no."

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