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towerofanimus2013-01-23 06:50 am
midgarhorizon) wrote in towerofanimus2013-01-23 06:50 am
Entry tags:
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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.
---
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.
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.
----
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.
---
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.
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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."
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"The meeting must wait Reno. I doubt Ruana will cause trouble. It sounds like she is more envious to observe. Going through it is your best option in any case. However... What if you cancel, Reno?"
He paused.
"Her excitement will turn into disappointment. I have seen little of her, but to me she looks like a very young child with a gun in hand. Whatsoever no moral judgement yet absolute power. Her reaction could be anywhere from mere disappointment to blind fury upon the event being cancelled."
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"I didn't think of that... I was worried at the potential upset, but if it's canceled... she could make life hell for everyone."
Turning away, he placed the back of his hand on a hip and covered his mouth with the other. "Even so, boss, I'm not sure if I want to go through with it... there's a lot I haven't told you yet. That I can't tell you. I... I'm worried I'm settin' Elena up for heartbreak."
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Well it was no problem if Reno could not tell him-- Even though admittedly the reasons that had brought these two to marry were a mystery to him, especially in a place such as this tower. Yet again he was fairly new here and he rarely spent time eavesdropping on his employee's private lives unlike some people.
"If you cancel you are making the heartbreak a reality. Your private life and the reasoning for your worries are not my business nor are they that of anyone but you and Elena. But I will simply say that no matter what you chose, you are limited to painful options. Now all you can do is find and pick the less painful one."