Freelance Police HQ, Sunday

[raspberryturk]

Reno had left the ferret in his dorm room today, confident that doing so would mean that the little critter was safe and well, decidedly not human, and he wasn't going to choke to death on tinsel or anything while he was out. So far, December in Fandom had Reno entirely convinced that this holiday stuff was a terribly dangerous undertaking. Particularly for pets.

And so he was going to distract himself from the whole thing by opening the closet door and playing a rousing round of "Bowling for Leonard."

It was more challenging than bowling at Fast Eddie's had been. The target, after all, kept moving.

Freelance Police HQ was open!

STRIKE!

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Phone!

[raspberryturk]

In case the holidays have you paranoid, as well!

Talk to Reno!

[raspberryturk]

Because, you know, he works there.

Maybe he'll invite you to play a round or two!

Re: Talk to Reno!

[dojima-hime.livejournal.com]

Dōjima had heard a rumor. A vicious, terrible rumor, that used 'Reno' and 'legitimate employment' in the same paragraph.

Clearly, this had to be verified in person. For her own reports.

Which was why she was peeking into the door of this new police-thing, trying not to laugh. "Ohaiyo! I'm looking for a redhead? About so tall, slightly crazy?"

Re: Talk to Reno!

[raspberryturk]

Reno craned his head around, a grin on his lips as he tossed the bowling ball into the closet- onto poor Leonard- and slammed the closet door shut with his foot.

"S' gonna cost you, yo," he laughed. "Missin' persons is one of my specialties, you know."

Missing persons, and torture, and if anyone had to get beat up, and...

Re: Talk to Reno!

[dojima-hime.livejournal.com]

That sounded suspiciously like something heavy being thrown in there, and Dōjima immediately decided she Did Not Want To Know. At all.

"Oh yeah?" she asked, leaning against the wall to smirk at him. "And what's the going rate for that?"

Re: Talk to Reno!

[raspberryturk]

"Typically," Reno mused, leaning back against the door and ignoring some kind of dull thud from within, "I charge pretty good gil for that kinda thing. Gotta cover time and resources, not to mention danger pay, yo. The crazy ginger ones are the worst kind."

He ought to know.

"For a friend, I'll let it go for the low cost of a round at Caritas sometime, zoto."

Re: Talk to Reno!

[dojima-hime.livejournal.com]

"I'll see your gil, and raise you seven yen, and you can try to figure out the math," Dōjima announced, deliberately ignoring the thud. If it was still moving, it was either dangerous or perfectly fine. So it could stay in the closet.

Not Dirty.

"Caritas I'll do anytime, especially with a friend." She shoved herself off the wall to wander around, peering at things while carefully not touching anything. "I heard a rumor the ginger ones are worth it, even if they are completely mental."

Re: Talk to Reno!

[raspberryturk]

"Lies," came Reno's amused snort in turn as he pushed off the door frame, crossing his arms over his chest. "Redheads ain't completely mental. Just mostly. And they tend to do their math on their fingers, yo."

Was there a distinction between a 'gil' finger and a 'yen' finger? Reno was going to have to look into that one.

"So, what's new in the life of Doji, aside from the missin' persons report?"

Re: Talk to Reno!

[dojima-hime.livejournal.com]

"You take a job, an actual job, in Fandom, and expect me not to think you've lost a few marbles?" she teased, sticking her tongue out at him. "Meeeeeeeeeeeeental."

"It's December, I have a fantastic excuse for shopping, and I have no idea what the etiquette is for getting people gifts. I'm under the impression the American version of Christmas is completely different from how we celebrate it at home. So, I come looking for distraction rather than worry about it." Dōjima grinned and sat down on one of the desks. "And lo, I found a Reno to amuse me!"

Re: Talk to Reno!

[the_merriest]

There was a head-to-toe mummified creature, hopping blindly into the doorway of the office.

It was about Rikku's height, if you lopped off the few inches that the garland was adding.

There was muffled screaming. Not of the panicked variety. The kind that suggested its owner was yelling out all the curse words she knew.

In addition to:

"EEEEEEEEE -- OHHHHHH?"

Re: Talk to Reno!

[raspberryturk]

Reno dropped the bowling ball, at about that point. And stared. He imagined Leonard staring as well, and slammed the door in his face once again with his foot.

He knew that voice, and so he wasn't going to have to kill the sparkly Rikku-mummy, at least.

"You, uh, don't spare any expense for this holiday stuff, do you?" December. A really freaking dangerous month, indeed. "Want a hand with that, babe?"

Re: Talk to Reno!

[the_merriest]

"Essss, eeeease?" There was a long-suffering sigh. "I ih-unt ... oooo iss ... on ur-usss. Gah uh-acked."

The mummy wriggled, and then realized that was a bad idea in case Reno was fetching scissors. Thank goodness it was Reno. If she was in the wrong place entirely -- no, she was too mummified to care about humiliation. She would have just hoped nobody mistook her for a dangerous Fandom creature and conked her out or anything.

"Oo-pid arrr-and."

Re: Talk to Reno!

[raspberryturk]

Reno and scissors. Scissors and Reno.

Garland, meet both.

"So, the shiny junk just decided to up and give you a bit of the bad touch, today?" Reno was grinning as he hacked away at it.

It was entirely possible he was taking a sadistic sort of pleasure in the way it squirmed as he mutilated the stuff. Kind of like cutting worms in half. Only sparkly. And less wormy-smelling.

He'd been a weird kid, okay?

Re: Talk to Reno!

[the_merriest]

"Mo - ess - ed by arrr - and," she enunciated. Badly. Garland tasted horrible. This must be why no one had ever just randomly started chewing on it. Because it was gross. "An - ommm ucks."

At least she was starting to see daylight again? Daylight was nice. Two thumbs up. She owed him, big. Especially since he hadn't nicked her, yet, in the scissors-vs.-garland epic battle.

Re: Talk to Reno!

[raspberryturk]

Reno just so happened to be a professional at cutting people out of things with scissors.

Just... usually not garland.

"You kinda look like some kinda furry, twinkly sahagin with all that crap all over you," he offered, cutting the brunt of it away from her face and smirking as he cut those bits into smaller bits before tossing them into the trash. "This world has a weird notion of 'holidays,' don't it?"

Re: Talk to Reno!

[the_merriest]

"If this is what everyone is so happy about, then they can shove it," she said, wriggling loose from the leftover pieces of garland that were still twining themselves around her. "Eww, hang on, don't look."

She leaned over the trash can and hocked up some stray garland bits, covered in spit.

"Gross," she announced. "Did you get jumped, on your way here? Do I have a sign or something? I Like Being Squeezed By Sentient Sparkly Things?"

SAMANDMAX!

[raspberryturk]

If they're around, naturally!

Re: SAMANDMAX!

[maxnotsam.livejournal.com]

Max stood in the doorway, clapping and squealing with glee. "BRAVO!!! Nice shot! ...You know, he really doesn't get enough exercise. We should do this more often."

Re: SAMANDMAX!

[raspberryturk]

"Maybe sometime, we let him out for air," Reno mused, walking over to retrieve the bowling ball. "You know, if I still had my chopper, we could see how much altitude we could gain with him strapped to the bottom before he turns blue or somethin'. Workin' on his stamina, you know?"

It was entirely possible that Reno had a twisted sense of fun.

Re: SAMANDMAX!

[samnotmax.livejournal.com]

Said twisted sense of fun made him a perfect fit with his new employers.

"He hates riding in the trunk," Sam shared, leaning against the doorframe. "Thumped the whole way here. Maybe next time we could put in a little trailer, behind the DeSoto. Or give him skis."

Re: SAMANDMAX!

[maxnotsam.livejournal.com]

"Or drive to the moon and let him run around there," Max suggested. "It would be harder for him to get lost."

Re: SAMANDMAX!

[raspberryturk]

"That'd be pretty nasty on the gas mileage, wouldn't it?" Reno tilted his head a little, steeling himself for his next attempt at plowing poor Leonard into next week with a bowling ball. "I mean, there's some kinda shortage or whatever, ain't there?"

Re: SAMANDMAX!

[samnotmax.livejournal.com]

"Not if you're the President," Sam shrugged. "Luckily, Max wasn't running on a platform of conservationism or eco-friendliness."

Re: SAMANDMAX!

[maxnotsam.livejournal.com]

"No, I was running on a platform of a chicken in every pot, a pot in every kitchen, a kitchen in every house, and all of them bowing to ME!"

OOC!

[raspberryturk]

I don't know.