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revivalproject2021-08-09 06:05 pm
plate_builder) wrote in revivalproject2021-08-09 06:05 pm
Underground, Above Ground, Looking Fine Either Way
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.
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.
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"I called you a high school girl because high school boys don't have the courage to help their friends like that. They think it's not manly, with this faulty ideas of what it is to be a man," Reeve countered.
Young girls? They just wanted to know for the sake of knowing, and to support their friends. In a way, it was meant as a compliment. So he tried to soothe it over by kissing his friend's cheek.
"I miss talking to you, my friend. I feel like you listen when others do not. I don't know how to make the distance between us less than what it seems to be."
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"What distance?" Tony asked, like Reeve was making up a negative situation that wasn't there again, only Tony also found the performance unconvincing and let his shoulders drop, looking over Reeve's head again with pursed lips, admitting defeat. "We never trusted each other," he pointed out instead, and looked sharply back to meet Reeve's eye to stop him from trying to argue. "We just got to a point where we couldn't pretend otherwise. It's hard to go back to pretending."
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Still, the suggestion over lack of trust wasn't... exactly wrong.
"Then how about we consider trying now? Trying to be trusting of each other?"
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Reeve deciding to trust Tony and his motives was unlikely as long as he was committed to not trusting Poe, either. If Reeve could get over that hurdle, maybe they had a chance. "Tell me what all of this stuff is," Tony demanded instead of pressing it, waving back around at Reeve's notes on the mines, and dropping himself into a seat at the kitchen table decisively. "And maybe I'll help you bring it up out of the dark ages."
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"Well, if you can help me with this map, then maybe I'll let you help me map out a date. I haven't planned one in a while," he told Tony. Let him try to trust you. Meanwhile he moved to hand over the coffee and spread out the papers.
"Maps, of the mines. I made them as detailed as I can. But a simple scan of these wont' work. The thing twists on itself and changes height so often than i need a digital model. And you're the computer whiz I know best. I wasn't aware you were back in town or I would have asked you directly."
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He definitely worked on setting out the maps, both vertical and side views. Even the intercrossing paths were shown. The place was a headache of a maze.
"I wish I knew how to make it so that the system tracked your progress based on direction and distance walked, but there is only so much I can do."
A romance list. Reeve looked at it. Flowers?
"Are there even non-food flowers here?"