12 minutes after her sudden departure, the blonde reappeared in the doorway.

"Come on! Why are you all still stood here? I need a hand setting the rec room up - some of these pool tables are heavier than they look!"

The rookies all turned to Reno. He blinked.

"Um... Right. I think that maybe... Uh... Mr. Katana and Mr. Shruiken, you go with her, help her fix them tables – the rest of us'll chase up some chairs."

Unsurprisingly, 'Mr. Katana' and 'Mr. Shruiken' looked around with the rest of the group, trying to figure out who he meant. Reno sighed.

"Right. I can't remember most of yer names, coz we keep usin' other names and stuff on missions. So I'm callin' you all by the thing you like fightin' with the best – so, tall an' posh with the katana at your belt, you're Mr. Katana. You see what I'm doin' here? I might even shorten 'em sometimes, bein' as Mr. Katana's such a mouthful. You could be Kat, or Tana... So listen when I talk, coz I won't be callin' you the same name twice. Mr. Shruiken, you get me?"

"Mr. Shruiken" nodded. Reno smiled. Naming problem solved.

By 9pm, the rookies were ready. The entire rec room had been cleared of anything not fixed to the ground, and replaced with... Reno hesitated to call it furniture. He didn't even know where she'd dug up the monstrosities. They rustled and squeaked with every move, and caved in when you sat on them - he didn't think even Hojo would have inflicted these things upon any of his subjects.

A giant projection screen had been created, using several rolls of sellotape from the stationary cupboard, a giant posterboard that was found lurking in a forgotten corridor, and reams of paper from Reno's paperwork. He was kinda pleased that there was going to be some use for the paper; and Veld couldn't deny that it wasn't for a worthier cause. Turks had to rely on one another, after all, and team bonding and trust were very important things, which should be built on at every opportunity. Although he doubted this was quite what Veld had had in mind...

"Bertha" turned the lights off, flopped down next to Reno and hit play. The fanfare sounded, typical of the films found in the archives, and everyone settled into their beanbags. The rustling nearly drowned the start of the film, which, quite bemusingly, began with a pair of lips singing the opening song.

"WAIT!" Bertha yelped. She attempted to stand, slipping as the beanbag slid under her, and gave up. "Promise me something, guys?"

Dark as it was, Reno could swear he saw every guy's head hang in resignation. So there was a catch...

"In this film, there is... A section. Which is really, really good. But it's only really, really good if everyone joins in. So when they tell you to move, you have to. And if you do, I'll bring the alcohol in! I mean, it's not that far into the film, but... Please, guys? For me?"

Murmurs of forced agreement rumbled around the group. Reno, sat next to Bertha, had to actually say "Ok." Which rankled. But hey, he'd seen the alcohol she'd bought, and it was good stuff. If all he had to do to get it was move around a little, then... There were worse prices to pay for free alcohol.

The movie continued. Puzzled as he was by the plot, Reno found himself both exasperated and amused by the two main characters, who were both dressed in the most curious clothing and insisted on singing and dancing about their upcoming engagement.

"Oh Brad... It's cold, I'm wet and I'm frightened!"

"OF COURSE YOU'RE WET, IT'S RAINING!"

Reno jumped. The beanbag rustled sadly under him as he landed on a support beam above where he had been sat. Bertha paused the film.

"Redhead, what are you doing?"

Embarassed, Reno bluffed his way through.

"You get a better view from up here, Bertha. I can't see past Kat's head down there, it's easier to sit up here."

"Bertha?"

"Well... You completely bemuse me, but I can't call you Bermuse, so... You're Bertha."

A giggle. Several giggles. Outright laughter. Reno blushed. At least he hadn't called her Bubble...

"Well, Redhead. I was enjoying this film much better when you were sat down here, so will you come back? Katll move his head, I'm sure."

Kat obliged, and Reno was forced to jump down from his perch. He nestled back into his beanbag, fidgeting as Shruiken parted his uppermost hair spikes for an unimpeded view of the screen.

As Brad and Janet entered the mansion, he felt Bertha sit up taller.
"This is it, guys!"