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Who: Elena
Status: Open to Reno.
When: 12:43 pm
Where: Elena's apartment
What: It's barely noon, and already Elena's day off is shaping up to be just as boring as all the others.
Technically, Turks didn’t have days off. The contract they had all signed when they were hired had clearly specified that they were on call 24/7. They were just as likely to be working at way-too-early on a Sunday morning as they were at two o’clock on a Thursday afternoon. There was no nine-to-five with this job.
Lately, though, Tseng had been letting them take ‘mental health days’ with almost frightening regularity. Their workload was at an all-time low, meaning that they usually had at least two days a week to themselves.
This left Elena in a delicate situation. She had all this time on her hands, and had no idea what to do with it! Idle hands were the Devil’s playground, and all that. She hadn’t had a social life-outside of the Company-since she’d signed on. Sure, there had been a couple of guys here and there, but nothing long-term. Despite her mother’s nagging, she was no closer to settling down and producing the desired 2.4 grandchildren, white picket fence, and golden retriever than she had been before Meteor. Turks just weren’t the marrying type. The closest she had ever gotten to a “romantic relationship” with one of her co-workers was a rather stiff, overly formal dinner date with Tseng after he’d gotten out of the hospital (although being shish-kebobed by Sephiroth mere minutes after asking her out had certainly put a damper on things, Tseng had been a perfect gentleman and remembered his promise). The food had been extravagant, the wine excellent, and the night absolutely fruitless.
So here she was, spending her “day off” in bed, watching television. She hadn’t ever really watched that much before now. It was enlightening.
Soap operas, especially, baffled her. They were boring!
She had honestly tried to watch an episode of Edge’s most popular daytime drama-a family saga that had been running for decades and hadn’t let a little thing like Meteor and the almost complete societal collapse that had followed stop it-just to say that she had, but she hadn’t lasted more than fifteen minutes. The lead actress’s frighteningly artificial eyebrows had been a point of morbid fascination for a little while, but even they couldn’t save Elena’s fingers from wandering towards the remote. The twenty-four hour news service that ran out of Junon was always worth a laugh, mostly because she knew far more about what was going on at any given time than they did, but the reports of disease, poverty, and starvation in the slums got far too depressing after a few minutes.
Elena flipped through crime dramas (unrealistic), children’s shows (disturbing), and old movies that had been chopped down and edited for the TV audience (badly-written). She almost wanted the phone to ring and Tseng to call her back to the office, just so that she’d have something to do.
Looking over at the alarm clock on her bedside table, she frowned. 12:43 pm. Reno probably wasn’t up yet.
Hell, he’d probably just gone to bed.
After shooting him and Rude a quick text message (Call me when you’re free. Maybe we can get a beer or something.), she sunk back into the cushions, looking thoroughly dejected. She was bored.
Status: Open to Reno.
When: 12:43 pm
Where: Elena's apartment
What: It's barely noon, and already Elena's day off is shaping up to be just as boring as all the others.
Technically, Turks didn’t have days off. The contract they had all signed when they were hired had clearly specified that they were on call 24/7. They were just as likely to be working at way-too-early on a Sunday morning as they were at two o’clock on a Thursday afternoon. There was no nine-to-five with this job.
Lately, though, Tseng had been letting them take ‘mental health days’ with almost frightening regularity. Their workload was at an all-time low, meaning that they usually had at least two days a week to themselves.
This left Elena in a delicate situation. She had all this time on her hands, and had no idea what to do with it! Idle hands were the Devil’s playground, and all that. She hadn’t had a social life-outside of the Company-since she’d signed on. Sure, there had been a couple of guys here and there, but nothing long-term. Despite her mother’s nagging, she was no closer to settling down and producing the desired 2.4 grandchildren, white picket fence, and golden retriever than she had been before Meteor. Turks just weren’t the marrying type. The closest she had ever gotten to a “romantic relationship” with one of her co-workers was a rather stiff, overly formal dinner date with Tseng after he’d gotten out of the hospital (although being shish-kebobed by Sephiroth mere minutes after asking her out had certainly put a damper on things, Tseng had been a perfect gentleman and remembered his promise). The food had been extravagant, the wine excellent, and the night absolutely fruitless.
So here she was, spending her “day off” in bed, watching television. She hadn’t ever really watched that much before now. It was enlightening.
Soap operas, especially, baffled her. They were boring!
She had honestly tried to watch an episode of Edge’s most popular daytime drama-a family saga that had been running for decades and hadn’t let a little thing like Meteor and the almost complete societal collapse that had followed stop it-just to say that she had, but she hadn’t lasted more than fifteen minutes. The lead actress’s frighteningly artificial eyebrows had been a point of morbid fascination for a little while, but even they couldn’t save Elena’s fingers from wandering towards the remote. The twenty-four hour news service that ran out of Junon was always worth a laugh, mostly because she knew far more about what was going on at any given time than they did, but the reports of disease, poverty, and starvation in the slums got far too depressing after a few minutes.
Elena flipped through crime dramas (unrealistic), children’s shows (disturbing), and old movies that had been chopped down and edited for the TV audience (badly-written). She almost wanted the phone to ring and Tseng to call her back to the office, just so that she’d have something to do.
Looking over at the alarm clock on her bedside table, she frowned. 12:43 pm. Reno probably wasn’t up yet.
Hell, he’d probably just gone to bed.
After shooting him and Rude a quick text message (Call me when you’re free. Maybe we can get a beer or something.), she sunk back into the cushions, looking thoroughly dejected. She was bored.