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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[turk_mailman]

Tseng, of course, had a touch of unfinished business to settle. Unfinished business that had been temporarily tabled by a very small version of the woman that he'd taken out to dinner quite recently, and yes, he was still working on getting his head around that, but at least now he was finally on track.

On track, and rapping his knuckles against the door of Reno's apartment.

Work to do. There was always work to do.

[politely-terse.livejournal.com]

When he knocked, Rude had a small overnight bag and a bottle of whiskey with a bow on it. He set the bag down and waited stoically for Reno to answer the door.

[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.

[findingelena.livejournal.com]

Apparently there was some kind of Turk party going down. Hey, this might be awkward, but it would still be interesting, right?

So Elena was here. She wasn't expecting Reno's hyper, bouncy girlfriend to open the door, but she should have. Naturally she'd be here.

Elena settled in, reminding herself not to swear in front of her younger self. Or talk about her sex life.

[raspberryturk]

Okay, so, there were some people that Reno had been expecting, easy. Rikku, for a start. Rikku lived there. And Rude, on account of his being Rude.

But when Reno walked through the door of his apartment to see seven people all chilling out in his living room, there were two thoughts that crossed his mind.

First: Hide the porn.

... What? He was a grown man. He was allowed to buy a few magazines now and again.

And second?

"What the shit?"

He was seeing double, here.

[wee-elena.livejournal.com]

Stupid party. Stupid Turks. Nobody was going to notice if she slipped away. Which was good, because then she could case the apartment and look for things she could play with. Even if those things were not, strictly speaking, toys.

[ponytailedturk]

Tseng had been expecting a bit of an... eclectic mix when he'd decided that he was to accompany Rosalind to a bit of an unofficial gathering of Turks. He was already aware of the alternate Reno, of course. And of Elena, to a considerably different degree. He should have anticipated that wherever Reno went, there went Rude, though this one was, like Reno and Elena, older than he was used to, and seemed to have gotten it into his head to grow some facial hair.

He... Had no idea what to make of the blonde in the very colorful outfit, and found himself occasionally stealing baffled glances at her. Whenever he wasn't flat-out staring at the man who bore an unsettling resemblance to himself. For obvious reasons.

He was beginning to suspect what the other Tseng had known for a long time. This island was going to do terrible things to his sanity.

[give-areason.livejournal.com]

Rosalind was... almost feeling sorry for her Tseng. She'd be feeling a great deal sorrier if he hadn't managed to get her professors names out of her and informed her that he was going to meet with them.

So, settling herself some place that wasn't too--in the center of things, she felt awkward enough about this--Rosalind contented herself with being a tiny bit amused, a tiny bit bemused, and more than a little awkward and trying not to stare.

Mmm. Socialization. What was that again?

[turk_mailman]

One the 'who gets to sleep in which room reserved for Tseng' issue had been dealt with, Tseng was quite content to fold his arms over his chest and simply remain silent. After all, there was very little information to be gleaned from a man who was simply a more youthful version of himself, and any long, carefully worded conversations that he needed to have with Reno would be... potentially dangerous to have while keeping such mixed company.

And so he would content himself to sit. Sit, and observe.