Apartment Above Pick Your Poison, Sunday
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intraspectiveIn the end, Ino hadn't bothered to go to the Parents' Weekend… thing…
She'd felt that it'd be pointless, all things considered, given her lack of visitors. It was nice, though, to feel the extra buzzing in the back of her mind that indicated more people on the island. Made it livelier. Reminded her a little of Midgar, though there were far more people in one block there than in the entire island here.
Usually she'd pay more attention to what was going on outside, but this weekend was making her feel weird and nostalgic and even a little envious (which was damn stupid, but there you go) and so she'd headed over to her shop and, rather than putter around in the front end, she'd locked the door behind her and headed into the apartment upstairs.
The back room on the ground floor was used for mixing most of her soaps, lotions, teas, and things like that. Things she sold to the average person without worrying about it.
Her upstairs apartment, however, was where she worked with the dangerous things.
Ino braided her hair back tightly, coiling it around and around her head like a crown, pulled her safety goggles on (it would be really fucking stupid to get poison in her eyes) and gloves on, and settled in to work on things most people would never get a chance to buy.
It was funny how this sort of thing relaxed her.
[Backdated due to internet issues. For one.]
She'd felt that it'd be pointless, all things considered, given her lack of visitors. It was nice, though, to feel the extra buzzing in the back of her mind that indicated more people on the island. Made it livelier. Reminded her a little of Midgar, though there were far more people in one block there than in the entire island here.
Usually she'd pay more attention to what was going on outside, but this weekend was making her feel weird and nostalgic and even a little envious (which was damn stupid, but there you go) and so she'd headed over to her shop and, rather than putter around in the front end, she'd locked the door behind her and headed into the apartment upstairs.
The back room on the ground floor was used for mixing most of her soaps, lotions, teas, and things like that. Things she sold to the average person without worrying about it.
Her upstairs apartment, however, was where she worked with the dangerous things.
Ino braided her hair back tightly, coiling it around and around her head like a crown, pulled her safety goggles on (it would be really fucking stupid to get poison in her eyes) and gloves on, and settled in to work on things most people would never get a chance to buy.
It was funny how this sort of thing relaxed her.
[Backdated due to internet issues. For one.]
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Date: 2017-10-13 01:44 am (UTC)Shit, it could be fun.
"It's settled, then," he decided. "I gotta take a bit of time to tie up loose ends back in Junon, let Rude get all his teary goodbyes outta his system and all..." Yeah, okay, that part would be hard on Reno, too. Maybe he could talk Rude into tagging along? "But I'll let you know when I make the trip. Maybe I'll even knock on Tseng's door before saunterin' into his office to introduce myself."
But probably not.
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Date: 2017-10-13 01:52 am (UTC)Yeah, she caught that thought. She didn't mind.
"I look forward to hearin' how it's goin'."
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Date: 2017-10-13 01:58 am (UTC)Tseng would hate it. Elena, who had basically been Rude's rookie, would hate it even more.
"I'll keep you informed," Reno drawled. "Hell, odds are you'll hear from one or both Tsengs before I even have a chance to draft a report, yo."
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Date: 2017-10-13 02:06 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2017-10-13 02:47 am (UTC)It seemed good.
"Odds are, the lectures'll mostly be for me anyway, zoto."