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Thursday, May 7th, 2009

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    12:38p
    Here NFPDR... have a Reno
    Pulling himself up off the floor, which was where he fell, after he didn't quite make it to the couch after a night of drinking under the plate in the Sector Seven Slums, the red head looked about the room awkwardly. Everything was kind of blurry, but even through the blur he realized that this wasn't his place.

    "The fuck yo... I don't remember goin' home wit nobody yo..."

    Pulling himself up on the back of a nice leather couch he steadied himself. Once he figured that he could walk without pitching over or vomiting over the immaculate floor beneath him, he started to take in his surroundings, Turk training finally taking control.

    Well he wasn't chained to anything, he didn't feel like he'd been dissected by Hojo... he was still wearing the clothes he'd been out in the night before, minus his suit jacket that was flung haphazardly on the floor next, to his EMR, where he had been sleeping.

    "Fuck...", he said as he rubbed his hand over his face and then back to tame the flame red crown of spikes that sat in an always disheveled mess on his head, held back only by the ever present goggles. His voice sounded rough and he cleared it.

    "Wonder if the bossman got a new place and had Rude jus drag me here and leave me on the floor yo. Tseng's gonna hear about this shit if he did."

    Heading towards the bathroom he splashed cold water over his face and used some to tame his hair, check that, tried to tame his hair. Walking back out he grabbed his coat and EMR before heading out the front door. For a moment he was too preoccupied sliding on the jacket over his half opened untucked shirt to even notice all the weirdness. Once he finally stopped he saw pretty much everything all at once. There seemed to be a casino in one place, and then an amusement park that rivaled the Golden Saucer. This was not the ShinRa building, or any fancy new diggs that Rufus may have aquired. Nor was it anything remotely resembling Midgar or Gaia for that matter.

    He had somehow world hopped... again

    "Shit yo! I just managed to find my way back home not too long ago, now I'm gone again? This is way too much to take in first thing in the morning. I need a drink yo."

    And just Reno's luck there seemed to be a bar right over there for him to saddle up to. At least some prayers were answered.

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