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Reno of the Turks
02 June 2019 @ 11:14 am
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Reno of the Turks
20 November 2017 @ 12:43 am
Yo. This is Reno, obviously not answering the phone. If you knew how to call my phone in the first place, you sure as hell know how to leave a message. Oh, look. A beep, yo.

Beep!
 
 
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Reno of the Turks
02 December 2014 @ 08:14 am
So, Reno really hadn't been here at all this semester, with a couple of exceptions. It stood to reason, with him, that almost a week before his final class was probably a good time to make an attempt at that.

Not that there was a hell of a lot of paperwork to be done, what with all of the hard work finished with back in Edge. Tseng had been more or less off his case the whole semester, which was nothing shy of a miracle. They weren't exactly going to be able to start anything new next week, and how the hell did you even give a final exam about public service, anyway? So mostly he was in his office because it felt as though he should be in his office, and as for doing actual office work?

Did drinking coffee and flinging pencils up at the ceiling until they stuck up there count?

[OOC: Open office hours! Probably Reno's last for a long, long while.]
 
 
Reno of the Turks
27 September 2014 @ 09:51 am
Reno really didn't come into this office often, as could be evidenced by the fact that it was pretty much bare. Sure, there was paperwork scattered across his desk, phone numbers and forms and letters for people through Edge and the rest of the Midgar continent, some of it all even actually regarding things he needed for class.

This week, of all the people he could be making arrangements with, he was working on negotiations with a rancher outside of Kalm. Things were going pretty smoothly, at least, since he'd done business with the man before.

For once, he was sitting in his office and not firing pencils at the ceiling using rubber band slingshots. Probably for the best, since his door was open in case any parents wanted to stop by and ask him what the hell he was teaching their little darlings.

[Open!]
 
 
Reno of the Turks
04 September 2014 @ 08:11 am
Reno didn't often actually bother to hold office hours, no. Reno loathed paperwork, and tended to spend more time scribbling dicks in the margins than actually filling out the forms. But this week, he was making an exception, sitting at his desk and occasionally spinning in a circle in his office chair, throwing pencils up at the ceiling and working on a syllabus for the rest of the semester, now that he knew what project his students were going to attempt to pull off in Edge.

To some extent, that involved listening to recent news broadcasts of the area, too. It was probably a good idea to keep on top of shit like monster activity and crime while he was at it. The people themselves seemed to be behaving themselves this week, but monsters had been particularly active, working on trying to gather food while they still could, now that summer was working its way into fall. Edge was located in the middle of a desert, but that didn't mean it didn't experience winter, after all.

... Something Reno probably should have mentioned to the class before letting them all vote on installing water filtration units through the rest of the semester. But, hey, they would cross that bridge when they got to it. Learning experience and shit. It'd be good for 'em.

[Open office hours! I really need to actually post these more often, la.]
 
 
 
Reno of the Turks
02 June 2014 @ 05:39 pm
Most people post these things BEFORE they're limited to tiny phone internets after a full day of travel, self.

But yes, I'm currently on the other side of Canada and doing the couch surfing boogie for the next two weeks. Most of my kids are critters or I'm going to find a way to turn them into animals with modding rights passed out to you-know-who-you-are. I might be around here or there, but for the most part, I'm catching up after five years away from the province I grew up in. Sorry for any flakiness that's going to happen as a result!
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Reno of the Turks
19 May 2014 @ 03:07 pm
You know what Reno had missed? Reno had missed his office. The one with the chair on wheels, and all the little bits and pieces of whatever crap newspaper clippings he had felt like sticking up on the walls. Sure, the pictures were gone. They'd been packed away years ago and he hadn't gotten around to hanging them up again. But the wheelie-chair?

Reno was going to take some time before working on his lesson plan for this week (a long lecture on exactly why the human race was probably going to end up extinct in their hands, thank you chaotic last class of thank-the-gods-that-wasn't-really-doomsday) to just sit down, appreciate being back in his own office space, and...

... spin in circles for a bit. Maybe play bumper cars with his chair against that wall, there, and hope they were thick enough that he wasn't disturbing whoever worked on the other side of it.

Shut up. Office chairs were fucking awesome.

[OOC: Door and post are open! Reno is completely mature, you guys.]
 
 
Reno of the Turks
Hey! All characters that have been here before, nothing especially shiny and new, but I'm going to post this anyway for people who are newer than, say... this guy:

The Turk: RenoCollapse )
The Princess: Elsa of ArendelleCollapse )
The Apocalypse: Evan SabahnurCollapse )
The Punk: SparkleCollapse )
The Monster: Jonothon StarsmoreCollapse )
The Gorgon: Nikolai BartamianCollapse )
The Angel: Warren Worthington IIICollapse )
The Mun: A WeirdoCollapse )


In other news, I'm looking for someone to TA for Reno's doomsday class. Preference will be given to graduates who need a job in order to stick around on the island, of course, but if there aren't any alumni takers, I'll dip into the current student pool just as readily. Just comment here if you're interested! TA-related comments will be screened, and I'll bust out the RNG before class sign-ups close on the 30th if there are several takers.
 
 
Reno of the Turks
25 August 2012 @ 09:40 am
For just the students of Reno's class, please!

Poll #1979825 On The Edge

What public service project do you think Edge needs most?

 
 
Reno of the Turks
25 August 2011 @ 06:31 pm
Damn, he was going to miss this place.

Ah, there was the chair that Reno had sat in on Parents' Weekends. And there was the dust that he'd failed to acknowledge because, so help him, offices meant paperwork, and the last thing Reno wanted to be stuck doing was paperwork. And that was his best coffee mug!

... Smelled like ham.

So far as offices went, Reno kind of sucked at spending time in his, yeah. But that didn't mean he wasn't going to come in to clear out his crap. He and Rikku had handwavily decided that it was time to move on. They were both fighters, adventurers, and while Fandom had the occasional invasion and more Rookies than he could shake a stick at, they could just as well be sweeping dungeons for Tonberries or something. Doing some good in Spira for the Al Bhed. Moving forward, instead of the idle that they'd fallen into as of late.

Oh, hey! There was the pen that had dried out before he'd ever used it and then he'd shoved it into his desk because he was too lazy to make the reach to the wastepaper basket.

Memories.

[Open if anyone has any reason to be in the school poking at the offices over break, or if anyone wants to call his cell or something. This is probably going to be Reno's last open post in Fandom, since he's gotta be outta here by tomorrow, yo.]