Once a Turk, always a Turk.

[notontheflowers]

Characters: Reno and OPEN!
Setting: Around the dormitories, evening when it starts to cool off.
Format: prose or action brackets, they're both good!
Summary: Reno decides to take a creep around to see who's sleeping where, and maybe to bring some sort of surprise to a few special people.
Warnings: none yet, tba.

Reno walked the halls, poking his head in to various dormitories just to see who...or what was there. He was dressed in light clothes and had his usual bag that issued forth the clink of glass on glass every now and again when he moved.

Whether he's being a creep or just looking for someone in particular is questionable, he's personable enough when he sees someone though and really just seems to want to chat.

Comments

[chronomancer]

Did you need something?

[There's a troll sitting in his bed, back against the headboard and knees folded up against his chest. And he has, of all things, a shovel lying by his feet. He doesn't sleep much, these days, even if he's of the few trolls that used to actually sleep at night.]

[notontheflowers]

Just making sure folks aren't trying to kill each other in here.

[He's met a troll or two before, was even mildly friends with a larger greener one with a fondness for purple hats back before he'd come here.]

No rules means that you can't get busted for doing things, and us fighting each other won't help anything.

[chronomancer]

[Eridan looks at Reno for a long while, an odd expression on his face. Then he sighs, smiling wryly.]

I suppose you're right. No one's killing anyone here, at least...

[He pauses after a moment.]

Are you going to make rounds in the dormitories?

[notontheflowers]

Yet. Nobody's done it yet.

[Reno was a realistic pessemist, assuming people were going to try and kill each other was how a Turk operated really.]

That's the plan, poke around and make sure people are all settled in for the night and whatnot. Chat if they need it or just move on.

[chronomancer]

I see.

[He pulls the shovel back into his sylladex, making it disappear.]

Do you mind company?

[notontheflowers]

Not at all, name's Reno.

[chronomancer]

Eridan.

[He slides off the bed on easy feet, padding over to the door quietly.]

It's nice of you... trying to keep order here.

[notontheflowers]

Good to meet you Eridan.

[a shrug]

Someone's got to, seeing as the assclowns in charge of this joint don't seem inclined to do so themselves.

[chronomancer]

[He shrugs back. He's past snorting when someone says that, at least. He offers a faint smile.]

Someone's got to.

[He arches an eyebrow.]

Habit from back home?