MHA #1, Aka Reno _And_ Rikku-Land, Friday Evening

[the_merriest]

Reno had assured her that she didn't need to clean for Rude, that Rude was used to his messes, but Rikku liked cleaning. She hadn't seen Rude in ages! This was going to be fun!

The place was decidedly cozier than Rude would probably be expecting. What with all the cheery decor and the orange fluffy bathmat. There weren't even any empty beer bottles or porno mags on the coffee table.

Just an Al Bhed girl, puttering around while Reno ran out for more supplies. Which she hoped didn't mean more beer and pornos. But, well. It was Reno.

(This will be the site of an unholy sort of Turks Reunion, featuring several versions of some of the people involved, no less. But the very first thread is for Tseng alone, please, even though it's Rude she's expecting.)

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[give-areason.livejournal.com]

Rosalind was... equal parts sure that this was a disastrous idea and would turn out to be a profitable, in some sense of the word, evening. If nothing else, it made Elena pleased to be included.

If if it was, in the words of the small girl holding her hand 'just stupid Turks stuff and would probably be boooooring'.

She supposed she ought to be glad enough that Elena hadn't kicked Tseng in the shins when she'd found him and informed him of the informal meet up of--all Turks on the island, plus little sister.

All of which brought her around to: knocking on the door, boss and sibling in tow, and feeling utterly awkward and vaguely wishing she could go and... read.

Yes. Read.

[ponytailedturk]

Tseng, of course, wasn't about to have any of it. He'd insisted, after all, that he should meet this alternate Reno, and he was still holding out some vague hope that the other 'Tseng' who had made arrangements with the hotel was not him.

And it had seemed that the most effective way to deal with both at least one of those goals was to accompany Rosalind to this 'Reno's apartment this evening.

He idly straightened out his tie as he waited for the door to be answered. And he was not at all anxious about this meeting in the least, thank you.

... Informal though it might be.

[wee-elena.livejournal.com]

Elena was booooooooored already. Which explained why she was swinging Rosalind's hand and idly kicking at the door frame.

Rosalind was her sister, and she had to share her with all these stupid Turks. They weren't even interesting.

Elena was going to be especially charming tonight, it would seem.

[politely-terse.livejournal.com]

Awwwww, wee little rookie!

Rude loomed over her and cleared his throat. "Hello."

[wee-elena.livejournal.com]

"'Lo," she said, glaring up at ... this guy. Whoever he was. "You're tall."

[politely-terse.livejournal.com]

"No, you're short." She was absolutely adorable and Rude was seriously tempted to squee. Okay, maybe not. But still.

"Are you being good for Rosalind?"

[wee-elena.livejournal.com]

"No," Elena said.

What? She was being honest.

"'Cause she's a Turks and they're stupid."

Which she said mostly because she recognized his suit.

[politely-terse.livejournal.com]

"Mmmm." Rude raised an eyebrow a fraction of an inch.

"So... you'd never want to be a Turk."

[wee-elena.livejournal.com]

Elena made a face at that.

"Not even if you begged and begged," she said. "And you would 'cause I'd be the best ever."

[the_merriest]

The door swung open, and Rikku smiled at the newcomers. Wow.Still not Reno. Three extra people. That one other blonde girl Turk, a little girl and Tseng.

Wait. Wasn't Tseng already here?

... whoa. Two Tsengs. This party was going to get interesting.

"Come in," she said quickly. "We've got snacks! It's turning into a regular party!"