Okay. So the fight against the centaur yesterday had been fun.

The fight against Hades today had been... less fun.

But they'd pulled people out of Hell-Or-Whatever-It-Was, and the day was saved. Or something of the sort ( Read more... )

Reno was not hiding his his dorm room.

Far from it. He was up and doing paperwork. Turk paperwork. Paperwork was important, and had been a huge freaking chunk of his life for the past week, and he was going to get it done and over with if it killed him.

He hadn't been hiding in his room at all today.

Not even if there had been giant space-rocks ( Read more... )

It had been A Day. A week. A whole weekend and Reno, who was still both puny and plastic, was in need of a drink.

He wasn't in a bad enough way that he was going to go to the bar. There were certain things that action figures shouldn't do in public. Sure, he could go to The Perk to give computer lessons and he could scar his friends for life, but ( Read more... )

When Reno woke up on Saturday morning, he noticed four things.

First, that the alcove was very, very large around him.

Second, that he was made of plastic.

Third, that he was still desperate for a smoke, despite the fact that he was an action figure, and the nicotine gum he 'd handwavily picked up was now the same size as his faceAnd fourth, that ( Read more... )

Reno was pacing, casually, back and forth in front of the captive that he had duct taped to a tree that he, himself, had made painful acquaintance to a month and a half before ( Read more... )

Tseng sighed. It was good to know Reno hadn't lost his flair for the dramatic.

He lifted his phone.

( Cut for phone call and Reno's colorful misuse of the English language. )

Reno was in a mood. But it wasn't as bad a mood as the one he'd been in on Tuesday when he did his broadcast. A few conversations had, at the very least, helped him get his head on straight again, and he'd picked up a replacement for his duct-taped mess of a laptop at T&C earlier, so he was good to go ( Read more... )

He really didn't want to go up to the roof, earlier, to gather up his jacket again. But he did. Had to see.

It was cold when he pulled it back on. Hadn't even been particularly cold out last night. Funny how that worked.

Didn't go too well with the usual Wednesday-morning hangover.

And damn, had he sent out a crapload of fruit baskets. ( Read more... )

"Permission to crawl under the bed and die, sir?" Phone calls. Phone calls were the worst idea that every freaking universe out there could possibly have come up with. Phone calls were going to be the death of Reno, one of these days. This phone call felt like it had the potential. Freaking phone calls.

( Cut for Length, Coarse Language, and because the conversation goes perhaps disturbingly dark. )

Reno was looking at the dirty postcard that he had received from Romeo with about as much admiration as agitation ( Read more... )