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[midgarhorizon]

Characters: Reno, open
Setting: Cafeteria kitchen, Workshop, Forest Floor
Format: Whichever
Summary: Wedding preps! Also, wedding jitters. Just the usual
Warnings:



Cafeteria

The kitchen was occupied today, though it was hard to tell because the figure was covered in flour. The ingredients for the carrot cakes the cafeteria served this month was everywhere, save for the actual carrots. A couple eggs were on the floor, having fallen and cracked. It was a total mess.

Reno was whipping the batter in a bowl furiously, getting it everywhere. He was going to master baking a cake even if it killed him. Elena was going to get the best damn cake ever, and that was that.

Then he remembered the frosting. How the hell was he going to get frosting?

With a thump, he set the bowl with the thin, runny batter and sat down in a chair. Defeated by cake batter. Figured.
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Workshop

Here in the workshop, things were much the same- it looked like a disaster, only with ribbon and dried flowers instead of cake batter and floor. In the middle of it was the Turk, looking even more frustrated than he had during the cake.

Several small bunches of dried flowers falling out of ribbons sat nearby, and some flowers were even disintegrating, getting the petals everywhere.

Something mangled and depressing looking sat on a table across the way, like it had meant to be a center piece. Granted, he didn't have the best materials here, but he seemed rather... failtastic when it came to these sort of things.

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Forest Island

It was this one that he wearily made his way to, nearly falling into some of the more unpleasant floors on his way up. It was a nice place to relax, and just wander around. With a huff, he picked up a stick and ran it along the trunks of trees as he walked around. He could go check on his still, but he had no reason to, there wasn't anything brewing, things weren't growing very well or anything.

The real reason he was here was the need to think. It was silent and sometimes he could forget he wasn't in a forest wandering around back home. He was far from ignorant of the things going on, though he wished he had been. Oh yes, he saw that network feed, and after all the stress he had gone through today, the idea was enough to make him want to question going through with it.

Two seconds from calling the whole thing off. Too many people were getting involved with it. People he didn't know and didn't trust. What was worse- the enemies he had here could get into it and ruin it. One had even threatened it already. They were right. Who could get married here?

It could have been nerves, or jitters or something, but thinking of Elena...

He was pretty sure he wouldn't have ever asked her if their world had never died. She was from the future, and they weren't even an item. What made him think it would work out, anyway? A moment like this, he really could use Rude's presence. He really missed his buddy and the quiet listening the big lug did whenever Reno needed to pop off words.

Comments

Cafeteria

[tohko_amano]

In order to keep up appearances of being a normal girl with normal taste buds, Tohko wandered into the cafeteria every so often to eat something. However..she was not expecting the huge mess she found when she wandered in, and correctly assumed that the man covered in flour was responsible.

"Sir..what in the world happened here? Are you alright?"

[midgarhorizon]

The flour monster blinked, and shook some of the flour off the apron. Oh, yeah, this girl. The one he traded that bottle of wine for a sweater. He remembered her, and saw her everywhere on the network.

"What happened... I was tryin' to bake a cake, that's what happened. It's not as easy as my mother kept saying. 'Easy as baking a cake,' my rear end..."

[tohko_amano]

By the voice, Tohko could tell that this was Reno..which was good because normally, she wouldn't have been able to tell. However, she couldn't help but chuckle at that.

"How in the world did baking a cake cause you to make this huge mess? They're not hard to make..and I'll help you if you're having trouble."

Tohko surveyed the damage around them. "But you had better wash up first..and I'll clean up while you do that."

[midgarhorizon]

He shook his head. "Nah, I'll take care of it, Tohko. I'll grab Shion when he's available and try again."

Then he looked at the batter, thin as it was, and paused. He may have added too many eggs and water, but wouldn't the dry ingredients make it better?

"Hey... Tohko, do ya think that's salvageable?"

[tohko_amano]

At that, Tohko sighed. "Alright then..but at least let me help you clean up. You won't be able to try again if everything remains like this."

Tohko then looked at the batter and, thinking, carefully walked over to it, trying to avoid the eggs and the other small messes that had landed on the floor.

It didn't look terrible..it was a little thin, but it didn't look horrible.

"It should be alright. Just remember to add as many extra dry goods for as many extra wet goods you put it..it looks a bit too runny."

Forest Island

[mister_president]

Rufus was looking for the acting director of the Turks- He would have used the network to find him and call him, but this was no option. As long as Sephiroth and Hojo would reside in this tower and as long as they would not have an unbreakable filter, the President wouldn't take the risk to use the network for such matters, no.

So Rufus would pass by the entrance to this floor and spots the red head somewhere in the forest island. Needless to say he is still in his wheelchair, albeit he doesn't have the white sheet covering him this time.

"Reno."

Rufus called out to him in a calm voice- He'd go further in the forest himself, but wheelchair don't do well there.

Re: Forest Island

[midgarhorizon]

Hearing that voice was all Reno needed to snap himself out of it, and immediately straightened up and walked over to Rufus.

"Sir?" He spoke alertly, like he hadn't just been lost in the clouds outside. "Did you need something?"

It was still odd no matter how many times he saw it. He just couldn't get Rufus being in a wheelchair around his head.

[mister_president]

He'd have to get used to it. He could walk alright, even if only for short periods of times. But with people such as Sephiroth around, he'd rather keep an ace up his sleeve- And pretend he lost use of his legs for good. Not that he'd hide the truth from the Turks. Anyway he nodded.

"I will need you to organize a meeting for the Shinra Employees residing in this tower as well as anyone you may have 'recruited'." he said before adding the obvious "Minus Hojo and Sephiroth of course."

Technically Hojo did count as a Shinra Employee since well, he never formally resigned (only tried to blow up Midgar but details). And Sephiroth could count as an ex-employee.

"Needless to say, this will wait after your marriage's completion."

[midgarhorizon]

"Yes sir." That was easily enough done. This time he probably won't do the letters, just show up to get them. "But... sir, it might be a good idea just doing it as soon as possible."

He was seriously undecided about going through with the whole thing. Why postpone an important meeting for something that wouldn't necessarily happen?

"Well.... I don't know if it'll even happen anymore. I'm sure you saw that video feed on the network... Ruana is bad news."

Workshop

[warriorscribe]

Well, now that he's actually learned about the wedding thing, maybe he can...try to make it happy for them. He doesn't know what use a wedding is in this place, his idea of a wedding being rather outdated, but...he'll help. It seemed to be the one thing their hosts and the residents agreed on. That hadn't happened since the whale attack.

Enoch stepped off onto the floor.

"Are you trying to make decorations for the wedding?"

Naturally, of course, there was the awkwardness bound to arise from Enoch not realizing this was the groom.

[midgarhorizon]

Reno shook his head and tossed down the one he was currently trying to make. "No. I'm making crap for the wedding."

By now he expected it to have gotten all around the Tower, so he didn't even try pretending ignorance. "I'm about ready to call the whole damn thing off."

[warriorscribe]

"Call it-...oh." Well, that...actually cleared that up quite nicely. He sat down and looked at the materials. "Certainly not over this?"

[midgarhorizon]

"No, not over this." He slapped a falling apart bouquet on the table and shook his head. "Over the whole damn Tower. Back home, I'd have the money for the best everything in Midgar. Now I got those crazy ass idiots coming, too."

[savedbyasong]

Shion stifled a laugh as he watched Reno in the kitchen, it was unusual to see his teacher so... out of his depth. He usually seemed so sure of everything.

"I said I'd help you..." Reno had probably already noticed him, but Shion stepped further into the kitchen with a small smile.

[midgarhorizon]

"Yeah yeah yeah..." The mess wasn't as bad as it had been earlier, but Reno just sort of ran out of luck. "I know, but I wanted to try it myself, dorkerus." The affectionate jab was followed by a ruffle of Shion's head, getting flour all over him.

"There's this one recipe I remember my mother makin' when I was a kid, maybe you could help me figure it out."

[savedbyasong]

Eek, Shion shook his head like a puppy at bath time showering Reno back with flour. "What did it taste like?" He began to try and clear a space to work, wondering on how cake baking could be this messy.

[midgarhorizon]

He paused, trying to think back, and shrugged after a moment. "It tasted different. Really rich and stuff, it really grabbed ya by the taste buds, you know? I think she used butter in the batter."

What could he say, Reno was a guy that did things all the way. Maybe even over the top...

cafeteria kitchen

[geometry]

[What. In the world. Is this.]

[Standing in the doorway to the kitchen is one (1) young troll, and he looks absolutely disgusted with this whole situation. Why would anyone do this? How would anyone do this? Was it even possible to fail this bad at life? And, oh god, who was going to clean this place up?! Some people actually kind of needed to use this room for real baking, with real cakes. It was a therapeutic exercise for Equius, you see. And it's really hard to have a nice therapeutic afternoon baking things for no one in particular when the kitchen had a pastry bomb dropped on it.]

[Equius could not recognize the figure standing in the blast zone, even if he wasn't covered in flour. Mostly he just looked around, twitched a lot, and eventually spoke with a wildly fluctuating tone.]

What the hell did you do?

[midgarhorizon]

I baked.

[It was a simple answer for a simple question. Meanwhile, he tried getting the flour back under control. Why was it whenever he was supervised he did it right, and when he wasn't it was like a cakebomb exploded?]

[geometry]

You... baked.

['Baking' might be a bit of a strong word, Reno. Slowly, Equius walks in, trying to tread where the damage is lightest... but it's no use. His shoes are ruined, and so -- he feels -- is most of the electronic equipment in this kitchen. Well. Looks like another day of cleaning gunk out of everything in sight.]

Oh god. Oh god.

[He wrings his hands a bit, looking around at the carnage.]

I-is there anything cooking right now? In the oven or... somewhere else?

[midgarhorizon]

[Reno rolled his eyes and moved to get the guy back out of the kitchen. He wasn't scared of trolls.]

Look, maybe ya should come back later when I've gotten it cleaned up, 'k?

Workshop

[provenworth]

It was by pure accident that she came across him, and it was probably a good thing that she had. Now, she was never one to think that Reno was good at anything artsy-craftsy. But it was the fact that he was trying so hard and looked so defeated.

She's quiet in her approach, squatting down beside him as hand hands came down to rest lightly on his shoulders.

"You know, I think this might be karma for walking on the Ancient's flowers. Want some help?"

Re: Workshop

[midgarhorizon]

Give the guy a break, Elena. He worked his rear off to focus on his battle skills and everything he needed to do for the Turk life, artsy stuff was best left to people who could do it. "Now, how did you know about that?" Reno didn't remember telling her. It was those gossipy guards, he knew it.

Huff. "I think this mission was doomed before it started. I think I could use a break. You weren't supposed to see 'em anyway."

Workshop

[provenworth]

Which is why she had made sure, back in Midgar's hey-day, they'd found the best florist to take care of such things. Not that the Turks had much use for flowers, but Rufus on the other hand...

"Came across a group of SOLDIDERs during my first week as a Turk. They were going on and on about how your accident with the plate was karma's way of getting back at you for treading on holy flowers back at the old church. I figured out the rest."

Fingers worked the muscles of his neck lightly, unable to help the little chuckle at his audible huff. "A mission isn't doomed until a Tonberry arrives." Fingers reach up, ruffling the top of his head affectionately. "You look like you could use more than a break, Red. C'mon. I think you could use a drink."

[midgarhorizon]

He made a grumpy noise. "Figures. Should've known they'd be gossiping about that everywhere. I wouldn't call that an accident so much as having my ass handed to me."

Grabbing her hand, he stopped her ruffling in its tracks, instead using her hand to scratch an itchy spot on his head. "I'm low on booze and saving it for the wedding, princess. Ruana herself is showing up, I figured the guests will need the courage."