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FF VII COMPILATION

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[punched_hitler]

Trevor needs a break from dinner shift for a little while.

I think we'll be okay, but Sweeney's offered to help out if we need more hands.

[general_affairs]

Yeah? Is Trevor alright?

Sweeney, Sweeney..sounds good, but I'm not sure if we've met yet.

[ They have, sort of! But no names were exchanged and it was text, so.. ]

[punched_hitler]

I think so, but I'm going to check on him in a few days to make sure.

[Steve does like to try to give people space, but he figures Trevor can always tell him to fuck off after that.]

He's the tall redhead with the Irish accent who handles Food Inventory. You've probably seen him around, even if you didn't know it was him.

[general_affairs]

Oh, other redhead that's got the accent. Yeah, got it, I've seen him around. No idea what an Irish accent is before just now though.

I'll catch up with Sweeney with the idea, and keep me updated. Worse comes to worst, we can just ask for the help.

post-network explosion over sunglasses!

[ctrl_x]

[Sometime after Ekko saves the day, she decides to send him a video message. Her lips are pressed into a wide line of understanding.]

Sooooo... how're we feeling?

[general_affairs]

[ He snorted out a laugh through his nose, and for a moment, his lips cocked into a tired sort of grin. It didn't seem to be forced at all, but it did fade away quickly. ]

Wishing I wasn't half as good at tearing up a room as I am right about now.

Ekko's a good kid though, he couldn't just tossed them. Aerith's probably still upset at me.

[ctrl_x]

Yep, that's Ekko, alright! He's always been that...

A good kid.

[Her expression dims ever-so-slightly before she's quickly shifting the conversation.]

I'm sure Aerith'll come around. She seems... stubborn, sure, but she's got a good heart. People with those... they can't help but forgive, right? Especially if you slide something thoughtful their way. Like... coffee or tea or maybe even just a note that says you're sorry.

[general_affairs]

[ He was nudging around some stuff on the floor with the toe of his shoe. ]

I'm not hearing any complaints about you from him.

[ He remembers her first post to the network, and could put together a guess about that hesitation. He let out a small grunt afterwards. ]

Yeah, it's hard to get on her bad side, but she's already been pretty forgiving of us.

[ He squatted to flip a mattress back onto a bed frame. ]

She gets it, but we still got a whole friend date thing planned. I'll do a little something outta the way for her.

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[coffinturk]

[ around the end of August as notices are going up. ]

Jinx is doing a task for the infirmary. I'm busy. Go help her access warden locked areas so she can place her posters.

[ Nothing in his tone suggests he's seen the results. Maybe he's just reporting because Jinx mentioned today's the day. Surely not at all enabling her. ]

[general_affairs]

Yo?

[ A pause as he listened. ]

You got it, boss.

[ There was an audible grin in his voice, but he didn't quite laugh. He didn't need to--he was sure Vincent understood why Reno was so amused and nonchalant about him coming out of the blue to boss him around over a trivial task. ]

[coffinturk]

[ If Vincent wasn't being an unusual level of gremlin so busy, he might have something more serious to say about that humor. ]

Try not to get any ideas.

[ It's barely grumpy. Both of them know what's up. And even if Reno needs to catch up on why he's being tasked with this... well, it the mystery won't last long.

Letting Jinx wallpaper the Barge with the notice won't hurt anyone. And clearly it's important to make everyone understand the infirmary has some showers and a bathtub now. ]

[general_affairs]

Why would I do anything like that?

[ Reno's pretty good at figuring things out on the fly, and he'd rather the surprise, anyway. They'll be sure to stick extra posters on Vincent's door, probably in some obnoxious shape or other. ]

Drop her off with you after, or is she free to go?

Private | Video

[talesuntold]

Want to hang out now that (I hope) neither of us is out of our minds with anger and/or grief and/or anxiety?

I propose obstacle course in the Enclosure then lunch at my place.

[general_affairs]

Hey cutie.

[ He'd wink, but still snort with a laugh and keep his jovial grin, not at all being serious with said wink. ]

Perfect timing, actually. I was just thinking about picking your brain about some recipes, but I'm down for an obstacle course. Can I interest you in an inflatable obstacle course, or did you wanna hit something serious?

[talesuntold]

I mean, you can definitely pick my brain about recipes over lunch.

And can it stand up to dog claws? I was thinking I might like to run one in wolf form, if that's cool with you.

[love_and_peace]

[ Early morning, just after breakfast and immediately after this call to the Admiral ]

Hey. It's Vash. I need you to tell the Admiral to give me back my damn arm.

[general_affairs]

I was wondering when you'd ask about that. No problem, I just gotta know what the deal is with the arm.

[love_and_peace]

.. There's a gun in it, okay? But it's useless without ammunition.

Text

[love_and_peace]

[ Vash's messages are almost always video when he's feeling good, and voice the rest of the time. This very plain text message, therefore, it a real outlier from his usual style. ]

Did you know about this? Link: The following Wardens and Inmates have been paired

[general_affairs]

[ Both of them preferred video or voice, so it was a bit odd.

After seeing the announcement he blinked a few times, but processed the information quickly. He was more used to training and gently hazing new Turks, but it had been a while since he'd gotten to show a newbie the ropes. While this would be different, he wasn't terribly worried about it. ]

I do now. Welcome to the Thunderdome, slick. Wanna drink each other under the table about it?

[love_and_peace]

[ He hasn't had a drink in weeks. Months, even! Not since Armand killed him. ]

Lounge 6pm. You're buying.

[deuceoftears]

[Backdated to the last day or so of the In the Undergrowth flood]

i put Vash's body in zero, but I recommend leaving him dead until the flood ends

he killed himself and he'll probably just try it again

de-comaing~

[reargunner]

[The longer things go on the more he's sure he's going to walk up to the cabin door one day and find it blank. He knows people can go under for a while - for longer than you might expect - but it's been a while now... and he's worried.

Alexei's not the only one checking in on Reno, he knows that, but he has managed to find the times when he'll be alone here. It's quiet. He usually reads a book for a while and then goes when Reno continues to sleep. Sometimes he breaks the silence with a comment or two, or tells the redhead about something particularly ridiculous that might have happened.

Like more people getting murdered by the latest psycho who dropped in and got their hands on a weapon. That sort of thing.]

Been thinking of getting some things to put on the walls for Belochka to climb... [Alexei hums to himself, mid-flow of some train of thought as he talks to the silent room.] Maybe she'll stop trying to climb my legs if she has something else to do.

[Then a little huff, a sigh, and he idly prods the man in the arm.]

C'mon, sleeping beauty. You're pushing it.

[general_affairs]

[ Reno, unfortunately, has no concept of the passage of time while unconscious. He slept soundly and perfectly, unmoving and breathing at ease with no need to snore. If he dreamed at all, no one had yet seen any evidence supporting the tell-tale rapid eye movements or twitches. His roots were coming through, though, and the bright red of the rest of his hair was a little faded. There was also some patches of what could be a mere two-o-clock shadow, but that seemed to be the best his genetics could hope to yield.

Whether it was the poke or the chatter, even Reno wouldn't be able to answer, but he did know this feeling. The sort of grogginess of waking up from anesthesia--the kind of sleep without restfulness that left him more tired and barely able to process anything.

There was a small gurgle of defiance as he blinked and squinted into the lights of his room. The brightness offended his eyes, and his offense to their audacity colored his face--even if only just so. His body was still slow to respond and felt heavy in the bed, so while he didn't flip the covers over his face as he might've wanted, he did at least roll onto his side, and then his stomach to instead smother himself in his pillow with another, more defined, rebellious growl. ]

[reargunner]

[He thinks he might be imagining it at first, but then-- no.

Reno's actually doing something other than endlessly sleeping. He makes a noise, he moves, and Alexei's heart shoots up into his throat in a semi-nauseating lurch.]

Reno?

[Did he actually miss him this much? He's almost dizzy with it for a moment as he shifts, braces a knee on the bed, and gives the stubborn, groggy redhead a bouncing shake against his shoulder.]

Hey! I swear to fuck if you fall back to sleep I am shaving your fucking head.