Getting out and appreciating being back on Fandom? Reno wasn't up for getting out and appreciating being back on Fandom. Reno was up for sitting in his room, really. Sitting was good. He'd gotten sleep...was going to go through a few packs, today. [Door's closed, and post is open, but with an "I leave for work in half an hour and then have Radio tonight so expect super, super slowplay" warning.]

It had been one hell of a long day . Which was why, by the time Reno finally managed to find his stupid alcove again, he was about ready to curl up on his bed and stop functioning entirely until... He shook his head, closed his phone, and dropped it on the floor, message unsent. Reno wasn't sleeping tonight. [Shamelessly linkdroppy. Shamelessly. Curtain closed, post open if you want.]

It was another one of those nights. The sort of night that had Reno at his windowsill with the window cracked open slightly so that he could sit, stare out at the night sky, and smoke. Mostly sitting...a bit of a pat, and flop over on his bed. Satisfied. [The door is shut, but the post is open. Wheee, character development. Yes, it took Reno this long to learn about gasoline. Way to go, Red.]

After Reno's conversation... thing... with Ghanima earlier, he really hadn't had it in him to return to his cabin just yet. He was in that drifting sort of mindspace. The one where the rain was just... eying the Lupus cabin, and listing all the reasons he could think of as to why he would be better off spending the night outside in the rain in the preserve, instead. [For one, please.]

Hey, look, a window. Windows were useful for things like letting cigarette smoke filter out of the dorm room, and for looking out over the island while Reno was losing himself inside his own head. ...about Murdock's promise of flying, or Rikku's new single would help. Except for how it didn't. Dammit. [Shamelessly linkdroppy, and for one person in particular, should she like to stop by.]

Reno was pacing, casually, back and forth in front of the captive that he had duct taped to a tree that he, himself, had made painful acquaintance to a month and a half before. His Electromag-Rod was...sure teach it a lesson. [Open if you have some reason to be out in the middle of nowhere in the woods in the dead of night. But otherwise, Reno's content to drunkenly brutalize the hardware in peace.]

Reno was in a mood. But it wasn't as bad a mood as the one he'd been in on Tuesday when he did his broadcast. A few conversations had, at the very least, helped him get his head on straight again,...greatest typist in the world, but he was sure that his report got the message across pretty clearly. [The door's closed, but the post is open if anyone has a burning need to stop in to prod Reno.]

He really didn't want to go up to the roof, earlier, to gather up his jacket again. But he did. Had to see. It was cold. Hadn't even been particularly cold out last night. Funny how that worked. ...like to drop by and rant about fruit baskets, or anything of the sort-- just keep in mind, I've got an hour before I have to leave for work, and then my availability is gone until later this evening.]

"Permission to crawl under the bed and die, sir?" Phone calls. Phone calls were the worst idea that every freaking universe out there could possibly have come up with. Phone calls were going to be the...up. He was fine . [Preplayed with the astounding the_merriest , who continues to be an awesome Tseng. Similarly, the post is open only to the non-Tseng version of the same, if you please.]

After checking on Romeo this morning, Reno had headed back down to his own room. It wasn't that there was anything of particular interest in there, really. His laptop was still useless and he still didn't...smoke, and look outside over the island for the rest of the afternoon, and then on into the evening, while the sky grew progressive shades of dark. [The door is shut, the post is open. Ooooh. :o]