Underground, Above Ground, Looking Fine Either Way

[plate_builder]

WHO: Reeve Tuesti, Network Post, OTA logs (and closed starters)
WHERE: Network; Outside of the TRC building; Rufus's House; Closed Starter in Mine
WHAT: Reeve Offering Hair Cuts, checking in on Rufus, reprimanding Mini in the Mines (backdated to tunnel crawling day)
WHEN: Mostly August
WARNINGS: Yelling at Mini for flipping someone off, Reeve having scissors near people's heads?


1. Network Video

Good day all. As you can see, I've hauled myself away from the mines work due to... Well, degrees of issue with the enclosed spaces.

[A lie. A simple lie. Mini had been becoming a bit argumentative in the worst ways and Reeve had chosen to take the feline away from the source of his agitation. Especially since it seemed the people that had been working in and out of the area were doing quite well now that the map was completed.]

I have been working on final refinement of the mines map from the exploration. I can send anyone pictures of the maps I've made, but I'd like to make it a more useful one and was wondering if anyone with Comms might lend me their time for an afternoon to polish something for use on all communicators.

Beyond that...

[Reeve holds up scissors, a comb, and an actual electric razor]

I spent a it of my replicator rations this month on grooming supplies, and have converted the razor to run on the power supply here. While I'm not the best hair dresser, my mother and I used to do each other's trims when I was small. I'm happy to either offer these tools for use for people wanting them, or to have people come and ask for a trim. Mostly, my eyes are blurring so much from this map that I need something to take breaks with.

So, anyone for a trim? I don't promise they'll be fashionable, but your hair will be short and provided it's not overly curly, even. Just show up at the Restoration Coordination building.


2. Okay But Hair Cuts | Temba Restoration Coordination Building | OTA

True to his word, the door to the Restoration Committee building was open wide, allowing in fresh air and sun. Near the front of the very busy room filled with tables and desks and charts and drawings is... Well, it's a single chair. A simple one clearly able to be moved. Next to it a bag that clearly had the materials Reeve was showing off on the network. And next to the main table of the room is Reeve, hair freshly cut, rubbing at his eyes as he took a break from looking at a rather large spread of papers that included all of his notes on the mapping of the mines. They were giving him a headache, with how needlessly twisted the place was. They did it on purpose, just to offend him. Of course they didn't, but it felt like that.

With a sigh he looked up and, catching sight of someone in the doorway, he smiled.

"Good afternoon."


3. Language Young Man | Mines | Closed to Felwinter [Backdated to Mines Exploration]

Mini hadn't been the only one worried when he had settled into crawling through the hole to the mystery further into the mines. But Reeve himself took a deep breath and leaned against a wall, eyes closed, mind linked to that of his companion. He saw through Mini's eyes and listened through the construct's mental tirade and discovery. And when all was said and done and the Ghost and feline returned, Reeve scooped the feline up into his arms and moved away from the others.

"That Felspring is eh real sensible type," Mini observed, and Reeve ignored the comment.

"You and I have to have a little talk," he said when he thought they were closer to being alone. "I can't believe you did that to Cobb."

"'Ey! He started it! Treaten us like we wasn't important. Ain't right, ah'm a livin thing too," Mini grumbled, not as quiet as Reeve might want him to. But surely no one was listening to hear his complaint, right?


4. Checking In On You | Rufus's House | Closed to Rufus

If there was one thing that Reeve knew how to do, it was fret. Free of his previous explorations and with the finally finished and repainted cane in hand, Reeve had made his way to where he knew Rufus had chosen to settle. In his pocket there was a strip of dried baconshroom because he thought perhaps Dark might enjoy not only the taste, but the toughness which might be a bit closer to jerky. It was the best offering he could bring for the hound.

With Mini (properly chided about proper language in polite company) at his side, Reeve began the trek to the restored homes and from there, the one in which Rufus was living. With a raised hand he knocked crisply on the door. Time to see if the boss was in.

Comments

[plate_builder]

"Exactly. And I tend to find that things hidden underground, especially this deep, are not a good thing to have to deal with."

Shinra kept its greatest secrets hidden away like this.

But Reeve nods and sighs. Felwinter is right. "Seems we're at the whims of time now. Which makes him eager for the sun again."

[tyrants_son]

The warlord didn't necessarily agree with that, although he could see the potential for it being bad rather than good. Many of the Seraph bunkers were hidden deep underground, largely untouched until he and Felspring had found their way into them. "Things hidden so deeply are usually not meant to be found," he observed.

"I suppose we will head back shortly. There is nothing more to be done without further planning." They were lacking in equipment if they chose to resume, for sure.

[plate_builder]

Things that are not meant to be found tended to be, in their own way, dangerous and scary. Violent too.

"I think I might consider returning sooner on my own," Reeve admitted, and his eyes went to Mini in his arms who still looked to be in a foul mood.

[tyrants_son]

"There does not seem to be any further need in remaining here," Felwinter said, casting another glance towards the others. He certainly could not fault Mini for his current attitude.

"We can accompany you both, if you wish." Their party was sizable enough to split as it was.

[plate_builder]

Ah, now that might be something he would welcome.

"If you're willing, it would be very welcome. I would really like to get back into the sun. I do have a map to help guide us after all."

[tyrants_son]

That was something he agreed with. They had been in these depths for quite some time now. A change of scenery, and he imagined for those who did, a breath of fresh air, would be more than welcome.

The matter was settled, then. Felwinter gestured for Reeve to head on, and would fall in step with him in short order. Felspring switched to her directional light to illuminate their path once the way before them started to darken.

[plate_builder]

"Thank you," Reeve said, his voice soft as he lowered Mini to the ground. The doll started on ahead of them in the light, tail swinging.

This should probably help foster some peace.

[tyrants_son]

It seemed a better option than remaining to see if any more oil would be thrown on the yet smoldering flames. At least Felwinter was not one to give into temper, and so invested in the secret he and Felspring had discovered, that he didn't want to say too much lest he give himself away. But how much of that really mattered here? Yet Cobb's response towards Mini and his own Ghost had stirred up reservations for different reasons.

The silence fell around them easily with only their footsteps, and even those of the warlord's were muted as he stepped carefully. At least Felspring would alert them of anything that came up on her radar, but it didn't seem like anything actually dwelt in the tunnels after all.

good to wrap up?

[plate_builder]

When they were far enough away that Reeve was certain that he wouldn't be heard, Reeve spoke up one more time.

"So you know, not everyone is just so irrational over non-humans."

k~

[tyrants_son]

"...I know," Felwinter replied quietly. Some honestly were just very strange about it. All right, one person in particular was, and the warlord really wasn't sure what to make of him.

"...for what it's worth, I would not think of Mini any less than any of the people here."

[plate_builder]

Reeve wasn't sure what to make of it either. Other than feeling off balance.

"Thank you. He absolutely is his own person, and has a soul. And frankly? I know were I injured, I'd recover more easily than him here."

[tyrants_son]

Felspring's light shifted just slightly as she cast a brief glance back towards her companion, subtly righting itself to continue to brighten their path.

Felwinter nodded thoughtfully at Reeve's words, finding them curious. His question was quiet, a murmured musing mostly to himself, perhaps uncertain as to whether it was something he wanted to pursue an answer to just yet.

"..what makes up a soul..?"

[plate_builder]

Ah, what a question to ask. And Reeve offered the man a soft, sad smile.

"Honestly? I could tell you based on what it is in my world, but I do not know that it would give you much in the way of an answer, or comfort. So far as I can tell, it may not be true here. And the only person I know that could tell me isn't here?"

She isn't even around anymore.

[tyrants_son]

It didn't really clarify anything, but Felwinter appreciated the honest response, even if he hadn't fully expected one.

"I was not seeking comfort, but had to wonder..." He was who he was, of that, he had no doubts. It was the 'what' interlinked with a 'how' that made his existence ambiguous, but even then he did not wonder too much. But here he had much more time for wondering, though he wasn't sure what good they might do for him.

[plate_builder]

"Then I will happily try and address it another time. But it's not good talk for being underground," Reeve offered. So perhaps he will address it later. Another time, when the mood was better suited.

[tyrants_son]

"Another time," the warlord agreed. Something to look forward to, a different direction to focus upon. But for now they had a good ways to go until they reached daylight.