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]

"You helped look out for me in the mines. I think that counts as thing you have done for me that merits it."

But he did reach for a plum now.

"I'll see you again soon I hope."

[sinistral]

"Perhaps." In his mind it was just a part of the so-called job, but he wasn't going to argue it. Being able to hold a decently long, mostly normal conversation was enough good progress for the day. He could feel himself getting twitchy though; that meant he would want to leave relatively soon (and hopefully before he offended Reeve).

"Maybe," he replied, not committing to shaping his days; that tended not to go well when he tried. "Or sooner, if you need my skills."

[plate_builder]

"Or sooner," Reeve smiled and nodded. He'll find a reason to need those skills, because it looked like Soldat could use an excuse to help people now and then.

"This," he said at last, "is where I'd politely offer to walk you to the door if I was in an office back home. Of course that was a lot larger than this is. I'm certain it would be silly to offer, but I will anyway."

[sinistral]

"I can find my way out, if you'd prefer to sit." He had the impression that Reeve didn't often relax; best to not take it away from him. "If you are here often I will try to include this area when I patrol."

[plate_builder]

If he's here often. Reeve has to laugh as he gestures to another door in the room.

"My home actually. I don't get very far very often if I'm not working on another project."

[sinistral]

"Ah." He hadn't realized that he'd been allowed in the man's living space. It made him feel a little awkward, because he knew he didn't make the best guest. "The door is secure? You are safe here, when you are at rest?"

The Soldier clearly knew how to ask the important questions.

[plate_builder]

Well, the living space was beyond the door. The rest of the space was an office. This was the public spot. He’d learned over his years with Shinra that he was more likely to not fall asleep on a couch in his office if he had something else set up.

Really, it was just logical.

“The door to the building bolts from the inside. As does the one into my living space. And the smaller door cut for Mini we tend to block with a heavy box, but it is too narrow for any but the children to make use of.”

So yes, he felt like he was safe when he was at rest.

“If you wish to evaluate my precautions, though, I welcome another set of eyes. My form of design for security systems and the like tends to involve a bit less manual and more secondary manual after primary electrical.”

[sinistral]

Offices still counted. To a man who moved around so that he couldn't be found, the idea of staying in one place and letting others know of that location still felt weird.

But Reeve wasn't him; he had different experiences, different viewpoints and different comfort levels.

"I can look, if you want me to. Now, or I can come back another time." He paused. "Infiltration is a part of my training; I may see something that you don't."

[plate_builder]

Did they really still count? He didn't know that. For him his work had already required him to be in one place. Too many things to easily move stuff around. And in truth he had grown used to living near his work, it had been like that for a while.

"Another time," he suggested with a smile. Oh Soldat, you were so much more intriguing than you should be. "I expect you would I often gave that part of my plans over to those who got into places they didn' belong."

[sinistral]

What would be the alternative? Move around, keeping no more possessions than one could carry? It wasn't a lifestyle many people would embrace. The Soldier knew he was strange.

"Another time then. And I'll await your invitation rather than breaking in." He said the entire thing with a straight face; clearly any hint of humor in the second sentence was Reeve's imagination and not the Soldier playing with him.

[plate_builder]

Reeve knew men like that, so really, he wouldn't have been surprised by that sort of decision by someone, especially not Soldat. The man clearly hadn't even brought snack bars on the caves trip.

"When my door is open, it truly is open. I hope you will make use of that."

But he smiles anyway. He can tell when he's being teased. Or he thinks he is.

[sinistral]

In his defense, he could function for some time without eating.

But that was neither here nor there; he nodded to Reeve's assurance even as he stood to leave. "I will consider it."

He would. Maybe. But he did at least return Reeve's smile with a small one of his own, acknowledgment of his recognition of the tease. See? He could act like a normal person if he put the effort in.

[plate_builder]

Consider it. Oh that was clearly a joke. Reeve snickered at it. What a choice. Oh he hated to admit that it amused him so much, but it really did.

"Good. Now shoo so I can eat these plums and not be ashamed of how pleased I'll be with it."

[sinistral]

"I will keep your secret safe. But I hope you do enjoy them."

Judging from Reeve's reactions, the Soldier had managed well enough in this encounter. He nodded to the missive, turning to leave. He would remember Reeve's invitation. Perhaps eventually he would even feel comfortable enough to accept it.

[plate_builder]

"I will," Reeve agreed. He'd still save one for poe, but he was excited to just indulge in one all on his own.

And of course, once Bucky was one, he was definitely going to devour the fruit and hope his friend would return again. Because he did indeed see Soldat as a friend.