Unconventional Tactics, Tuesday, Period 2

[raspberryturk]

Reno hadn't actually gotten a hell of a lot of sleep last night, since looking out the window and watching that maze eat its way over the island seemed far more interesting, but he had, at least, had the presence of mind to make his way to the school to see what the hell was going on around here.

And to smell it.

"Huh. Kinda homey."

He quickly fired off an e-mail from his phone to all of his students, telling them that class was good and cancelled on account of island-wide insanity and some nasty-assed smell, before hunkering down next to the kinda freaky bridge to make sure that nobody from his class who might not have checked their e-mails tried to get to the school through that.

Like there was a huge chance of that happening, Reno.

[OCD-freeeeeeee. Class is cancelled for the day, but Reno is still there on the safe side of the stink if anybody is absolutely hell-bent on showing up just to get turned away.]

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[give-areason.livejournal.com]

There was a problem on the island and Turks were meant to investigate the problems. She'd already discovered that communications were cut off--Tseng would be delighted, surely--and after a thorough study of what she could see from the roof, Rosalind had set out.

Another thing Turks did was usually work in groups of two.

"Reno." Rosalind's eyes were cool and alert. "No class today?"

[raspberryturk]

"You think anyone's gettin' past this?" Reno quirked a crooked smile Rosalind's way, contemplating whether or not to mention Jacob's tiff with him last week, but decided that now probably wasn't the time. "Smells just like the street I grew up on, yo."

Look, Midgar had its own very unique smell. The slums under the plate had a whole cacophony of special stinks to add to that, like a layer cake of stench.

Reno would cope.

[give-areason.livejournal.com]

She certainly wasn't going to bring it up at the moment.

"I would not put it past them to try," she said dryly. "Common sense seems in short supply at this school."

[raspberryturk]

"Especially when crap like this goes down," Reno noted, and then he barked a laugh and shook his head, pulling out his EMR and resting it on his shoulder. "You supposed to have classes today, then?"

Because, hey, talking about people who were headed to the school today in spite of any better options that common sense might have suggested...

[give-areason.livejournal.com]

Her look said, quite clearly, that he was being an idiot.

"I was looking for you."

[raspberryturk]

"Yeah?" Reno considered that, and then shrugged, casual as he could possibly be. "In need of a partner, then?"

Hey, he'd been a Turk for a while. He knew the drill.

[give-areason.livejournal.com]

"Someone has to watch your back," she informed him.

That was a 'yes' in arrogant-ese.

[raspberryturk]

"Hey, what can I say? This ain't no Sector Eight. I might be all outta my league here, yo."

No, he really, really wasn't.

"Gimmie ten more minutes, yo. By that point I'll know I don't got no more students tryin' to make their way to my class, and then I'm all yours, Rookie."

[give-areason.livejournal.com]

"Have you had any attempt the crossing?" she asked idly, or almost idly, shifting so that she could better view one the... area.

[raspberryturk]

"Not since I showed up," Reno replied shrugging and taking a look at the bridge. It reminded him distinctly of a bridge that he'd had one of his classes cross, for a teamwork exercise. "I mean, that kinda thing wouldn't be a problem for me, yo."

He tapped his foot against the ground, and shrugged again.

"They're gonna have to, though, if people wanna get to the library to figure out what the hell's goin' on around here."