august mingle;

[thecommissary]

This is the general mingle log for August. Feel free to post open top levels for: new arrivals, job duties, general hanging out in common spaces, bonding with your block, and anything else you can think of. There will not be a catch all for the event, so you can put event starters here or in their own separate log!

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[shinra_dog]

Reno hadn't heard this much Russian in a long time. He'd been there, naturally, as his job would take him just about anywhere -- but it was hardly a familiar place. He didn't understand all the words and the ones he did understand didn't seem to go together with the rest of whatever conversation was happening. It quickly became overwhelming.

He pinched the bridge of his nose, feeling like he was severely hungover, as he sat up from... a padded booth? Was he in a diner? If he got drunk and passed out here, that tracked.

"Nu, ch... chto? Chto? Uhh, ya ne panimayu*..." he grumbled plaintively before opening his eyes and squinting up at...

No face.

Reno heaved himself back against the wall as far back into the booth as he could manage, staring in terror at the blank-faced "woman" thing. "Fuck! Th' fuck are you!" It was then, too, that he also noticed his bare knees and the strange childish sailor suit. "The fuck is this??"

[*"What? I don't understand."]

[damngoodbabysitter]

"Hey!" Steve's tone is exasperated and stressed out as he levels Reno with an unimpressed stare. He gestures wildly to the line with his ice cream scoop.

"If you can figure out what they want, they'll probably leave." He can't understand what they're saying even though it sounds familiar. Either way, it's exceedingly frustrating trying to figure it out on his own.

[shinra_dog]

"Figure out what they want? Hell, all I can tell is something about the days of the week and cats. Someone is real insistent about a cat."

Reno scooted up into the seat and then began to make his way to the counter by stepping over and across the booths. The faceless customers did not seem pleased in the slightest that he was putting his shoes on the table. Reno didn't care.

"At least you have a face." Reno hopped down and slipped behind the counter, feeling slightly better to put something between himself and the line of weirdos. "Speaking of, why do you have a face and they don't?"

[damngoodbabysitter]

It takes a minute for his brain to catch up to what the hell Reno is talking about and he snaps his fingers, pointing. "So it's bullshit, got it."

Steve watches him move across the tops of the tables, absolutely baffled.

"I've always had a face, why do you have a face?"

[shinra_dog]

"Absolute bullshit. Hundred percent."

Reno leaned over the counter to get into one of the "customers'" faces. "Nyet," he said slowly and loudly with emphasis. "Ne koshki illi sabakii."

Tapping on the display glass, with great exasperation and a poor accent, he added impatiently, "Marohdjenay." Reno glanced back over his shoulder again at Steve, his impatient expression becoming one of incredulous confusion. "I've always had a face, why wouldn't I?"