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maskormenacelogs2020-06-25 09:08 am
electroburst) wrote in maskormenacelogs2020-06-25 09:08 am
Entry tags:
hella housewarming / openish
WHO: Reno & apartmentmates, and perhaps also YOU?
WHERE: Maurtia Falls apartments
WHEN: The Vast Timespan That Has Been June 2020
WHAT: Meeting neighbors, chilling at Reno's place, etc.
WARNINGS: None/will surely be editing that soon enough
[ Reno's mostly stayed on the downlow since the first couple weeks of his re-import here. The bar party at Gooski's was a hot damn mess and the next couple nights following that... geez. It's worth it to kick back and settle in. He's thrown himself into that ever since, largely going dark and operating like a shadow in the night. Observing, absorbing, learning his way around. Going to his job, making some cash and squirreling it away for later. Drumming up some solid connects throughout the Falls, too, which turns out to be exceedingly easy for him to do, as his future-past self already had those covered. It's pretty great to spot someone in a dark corner and think, That guy would make a good mole and approach them only to have them already know who he is, and better yet, have plenty of information for him! Thanks, future-past Reno!
That's the other thing, though, too: he needs to find out more about who he is. Was, he guesses, or maybe it's will be? So he's been spending lots of time ferreting out information on his previous stay. If you ever met him, perhaps he's come a-calling to find out what you know. He's started keeping a record of everything he learns as he goes along, not just about himself but everyone and everything else, hardly realizing that the last time he was here he did just the same thing.
Whatever, at any rate, the point here is that he's mostly been staying home. You'll catch him at the Maurtia Falls apartment building, occasionally banging hard on his bedroom wall for no real particular reason than to annoy the fuck out of his immediate adjacent neighbor. There is a stray cat being fed not by him, and yet always seems to be waiting in front of his front door, but if you're not a cat person or your name is Cloud Strife, chances are Emergency Rations (as the tag around its neck now reads) will just run off at your approach. Oh, and the uh... really loud, questionable noises coming from his place in the middle of the night? Also done intentionally to drive his immediate neighbor insane. Thing is, last time he checked the other apartments on their end of the wall are vacant, otherwise he might think twice about having really obnoxiously loud sex, blasting music, stomping around and throwing shit at his bedroom wall. Maybe. Probably.
But when he isn't doing that (which isn't that often, really), he's bumming around his place feeling restless and out of sorts. Maybe you should drop by, see how he's doing. Or knock the door and tell him to shut the hell up after midnight. ]
WHERE: Maurtia Falls apartments
WHEN: The Vast Timespan That Has Been June 2020
WHAT: Meeting neighbors, chilling at Reno's place, etc.
WARNINGS: None/will surely be editing that soon enough
[ Reno's mostly stayed on the downlow since the first couple weeks of his re-import here. The bar party at Gooski's was a hot damn mess and the next couple nights following that... geez. It's worth it to kick back and settle in. He's thrown himself into that ever since, largely going dark and operating like a shadow in the night. Observing, absorbing, learning his way around. Going to his job, making some cash and squirreling it away for later. Drumming up some solid connects throughout the Falls, too, which turns out to be exceedingly easy for him to do, as his future-past self already had those covered. It's pretty great to spot someone in a dark corner and think, That guy would make a good mole and approach them only to have them already know who he is, and better yet, have plenty of information for him! Thanks, future-past Reno!
That's the other thing, though, too: he needs to find out more about who he is. Was, he guesses, or maybe it's will be? So he's been spending lots of time ferreting out information on his previous stay. If you ever met him, perhaps he's come a-calling to find out what you know. He's started keeping a record of everything he learns as he goes along, not just about himself but everyone and everything else, hardly realizing that the last time he was here he did just the same thing.
Whatever, at any rate, the point here is that he's mostly been staying home. You'll catch him at the Maurtia Falls apartment building, occasionally banging hard on his bedroom wall for no real particular reason than to annoy the fuck out of his immediate adjacent neighbor. There is a stray cat being fed not by him, and yet always seems to be waiting in front of his front door, but if you're not a cat person or your name is Cloud Strife, chances are Emergency Rations (as the tag around its neck now reads) will just run off at your approach. Oh, and the uh... really loud, questionable noises coming from his place in the middle of the night? Also done intentionally to drive his immediate neighbor insane. Thing is, last time he checked the other apartments on their end of the wall are vacant, otherwise he might think twice about having really obnoxiously loud sex, blasting music, stomping around and throwing shit at his bedroom wall. Maybe. Probably.
But when he isn't doing that (which isn't that often, really), he's bumming around his place feeling restless and out of sorts. Maybe you should drop by, see how he's doing. Or knock the door and tell him to shut the hell up after midnight. ]
Time To Fuck The World Up
By walking out of Reno's bathroom.
He was getting rather good at pinpoint targeting of Dark Corridors in this world, when that sort of thing for dramatic entrances had been second nature back in the parts of the Realm of Light he knew best. So it was the Nobody walked right out of Reno's bathroom, unzipping his coat as he went to show a very nice peasant-style blouse under it
you spend too much time with pirates and you begin to wonder if their fashion statements aren't fitting, and he looks around, eyes darting about for the man of what he hopes will be the hour.]Reno, where in the name of all that is and was have you placed yourself today? Perchance do you think yourself out of my reach when I've need of you? Come now, make yourself obvious, I do not wish to linger over long if you are not present.
[That said, he is flicking his hand a little, cards falling straight into his hand in case he needed to ensure that he had barriers up. The man had seemed... emotionally disarmed by the advantage that Luxord had over him that night at the bar. Better to not find himself on the receiving end of the man's disturbing speed.]
no subject
This is all to say: someone called Aegis Force about a noise complaint, and Cayde decided it was less boring that doing paperwork, so he humored them.
He knocks loudly on Reno's door, fully aware of the irony.]
Hey! Heeyyyy! Heard someone's causin' a ruckus 'round here.
no subject
he isn't sure how exactly they entered this petty war of attrition. reno bangs on his wall and cloud makes a point to rub his muddy boot across reno's door or dropping an empty pizza box on his balcony. he makes a point to tell everyone else on these gig apps that reno is a shitty tipper and not to bother, and you know, word gets around. but not that he would ever admit it... reno is clearly winning.
and cloud is a sore loser.
but you know, he's getting a little sick of this. reno has the upper hand and that doesn't fly. but cloud does. and while he hasn't mastered flight, he has gotten good enough to start taking a shortcut up to his place, all he has to do is touch down on the balcony.
but all balconies are kind of the same in the dark of the night. he lands softly on the edge of the railing, reaching back to pull the buster sword off of his back. ]
Fucking prose beech
It's about 3am, when she gets in. Her job title might be fancy, but she's still working as a bartender, so late nights are a way of life. Which seems to be a thing for her neighbor too. Also late night visitors.
But this one, that she meets outside, is of a very cute variety. She kneels down, slow, as to not spooky the cat away.
"Hi there kitty. Aren't you a pretty thing. Can I pet you?" The cat doesn't run off, so she gives it a thorough ear rubbing, while giving it the standard, required praise, a kitty deserves.
"Did you get locked out? Let me help you." She manages to scoop up the cat (Emergency Rations? Someone thinks their funny), getting him nice and situated with his paws on her shoulder, and she knocks firmly, on hey neighbor's door. She doesn't feel very guilty about it, since they've kept her from falling asleep a few nights now. It's only fair.