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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.

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The expedition tapered rather anticlimactically. Felspring was almost disappointed there wasn't anything but another room beyond, but so far as things looked, further progress wasn't going to be made without more work and planning. Unlike Reeve and Mini, when the Ghost returned, she and Felwinter didn't engage in any conversation, but then the latter was usually quiet in any case.

They stepped back to allow the others to have a look as they would. At least none of the problems that they had initially anticipated when sending Felwinter ahead with Mini and that robotic contraption of Drake's had arose, but given Cobb's attitude towards the smallest members of their party not too long ago, Felwinter had started to wonder if he'd also been written off simply as expendable.

His Ghost glanced over towards the pair as Mini made his complaints known. "He could have chosen his words better," she agreed as she drifted over towards them. "If we'd gone on further, think he would've gotten mad?" She had no facial features but the Ghost's tone easily suggested a smirk, and Felspring definitely exhibited more personality than Felwinter did on any given day.

Felspring! Mini looked toward the Ghost and waved. He liked Ghosts and Exos. They felt more familiar to him than most humans did. Even his creator.

"Aye, I think we woulda, lass," Mini agreed with a bit of annoyance in his voice. "Guess it's all tha more disappointin that there were nae further ta go."

"And yet, you still behaved poorly," Reeve sighed to his companion as he nodded to Felwinter. "I'm still sorry that happened."

He pitched his voice to a quieter level, not wanting their words to carry to Cobb and the others.

Exploring the mines was apparently now a thing. Not unanticipated of course, especially with Cobb making a public announcement, but with the initial exploration and mapping complete the Soldier found little enough reason to be there. Increased people meant an increase in his levels of discomfort, especially in close quarters.

That he also noted an absence of one of the people whose presence he didn't mind was purely coincidental. Seeing Reeve's message to the populace, he put it out of his mind. Therefore his showing up at the so-called coordination center was also coincidence.

His gaze wandered past Reeve to the papers spread on the table, before returning to the man. Belatedly he acknowledged the greeting. "Hello."

Sure, it was all a coincidence. He bought that. Uh huh. Well, good thing Reeve didn't know. Seeing Bucky earned a bit more of an honest, tired edge came into his smile. He didn't think that Bucky would judge him for it.

"Not usual to see you by here. Can I help you? Did you come to see the progress on the map?"

Mini had been a strange one, but she's found him amusing, especially after that little confrontation. Felspring let her shell splay slightly with a sigh. "True." They couldn't get very far between the two of them, anyway.

Felwinter came over to join them, shaking his head at Reeve. "Were it an option I would have just gone myself. I suspect the main reason for my presence on this expedition is due to my durability."

"And to you," Poe teased in his best Imperial accent. Always so formal, Reeve.

"If you don't take a break from all this I swear, I'm going to let BB torch it all. Look at you," he tsked, coming to pull Reeve's attention away from all the papers with a kiss. "You wanna take a stab at these curls? You leave me bald and we're done, Reeve," he added with a smirk.

Really, Poe? Reeve's face shows how not amused he is over the threat of torching everything. But the kiss definitely pulls him away and Reeve sighs in delight at the contact.

When it is taken away he sighs.

"Yes, I can do that, Darling. And I promise you won't be bald. I just dont' know that you'll be as beautiful as you could be if it was someone else doing the task."

So serious all the time, Reeve. Poe pouted at that look, though it was quickly forgotten, hip settling to perch on Reeve's desk with an amused hum.

"It's been me and BB hacking away at it for more than a year, I'm sure you can't do any worse."

Oh, Poe absolutely knew how to get Reeve to be a little less serious. But he definitely wasn't thinking of the papers now.

"Well, you wouldn't be upset at BB if he messed it up," Reeve countered, a hand settling on Poe's knee.

"You think I'd be upset with you?" Poe asked, fingers trailing over that hand with a smirk, "...No, you're right. I would. But I know how you like to look at me, so I know you're not going to mess it up."

"You're the one who said it," Reeve answered as he twisted his hand to tangle their fingers together. Wonderful. He loved this, quite a lot, the little moments.

"Come on, we'll set the chair up outside."

"He didn't even seem to know your name," Reeve agreed with Felwinter when the man joined them. That had been a bit... uncomfortable. But Reeve didn't want to say much more. He was starting to wonder about Cobb's behavior. The man tried hard, but not everyone around was human and that needed thoughtfully considered.

"Well, I still offer my thanks to you, for your role in protecting us."

"I am," Poe agreed with a laugh, lifting their tangled hands to press a kiss to Reeve's knuckles and hopping down off his desk.

"Outside?" he repeated in a teasing voice, like a haircut was the most sensual act they could choose to engage in outdoors.

Oh what a charming man. Reeve just enjoyed the sweetness the man offered him, each and every time. Even now he looked at the man like he was truly captivated by Poe's very presence.

"What, you want me to cut it in here and get your hair everywhere over my floors?" Reeve countered as he stood, pulling Poe close. "Or are you that desperate to have me alone?"

"You've seen me desperate," Poe countered easily, grinning and pressing a kiss to Reeve's jaw. "But I'll leave your precious office alone, I promise. Stars only know what you'd do with more mess in here."

"Indeed I have. I like the special sort of vigor it gives you," he agrees with a laugh. One that grows in volume at the idea of the space becoming more of a mess. No, that wouldn't do at all.

"I suppose I could do it in the bedroom, if you really insist."

"Well- if you don't think you can keep your hands to yourself out there..." Poe challenged playfully, giving Reeve a pointed look that said he wouldn't mind even if he didn't.

"I think you're the one that wouldn't be able to. Which is a risk, when a man has scissors near your ear."

He pulled Poe closer, turning them both to put them closer to the path back to the chair.

"To cut your hair or not. That's up to you."

"I can keep still," Poe insisted, never one to back down from a challenge. He might not win, but he never gave up.

"Only with assistance, from my experience," Reeve laughed as he continued to pull his boyfriend to the chair. "I find you very active."

Poe huffed, as though that wasn't 100% truth.

"And what do I get if I manage it?" he pushed.

Well that's an interesting question.

"I believe," Reeve said, sounding contemplative at first, "you'll get a hair cut."

"Maybe the map. Maybe the man making it." He'd seen how focused Reeve had been in the tunnels, took his own rotations partnered with the cartographer. It would be as meticulously accurate as possible, if the man's work ethic was anything to judge by.

And if that tired smile was anything to judge by, Reeve had indeed been working hard. The Soldier doubted his own purpose in coming here for a moment; he could return another time. But another time he might not have the privacy they now enjoyed. So he pushed through his own discomfort both at his thoughts and at the situation in general and approached the workbench, pulling something from his pocket.

"Food," he said, placing two plums on the surface, carefully away from the map papers. "Everyone should take a chance to eat." Reeve's own words, come back to, ahem, bite him in the butt.

The man making it? Reeve stared for a moment. And he almost felt heat rising to his cheeks and then, hand in his pocket, touched his ice materia. Feeling its cold running through him helped still the reaction. What a strange thing.

So he instead looked at Bucky as the man approached, and noted the plums. Oh. Oh that was so nice. He started to smile.

"I love plums," Reeve laughed. He didn't even notice that the man was throwing his own words at him. "Oh I hope they taste like real plums. We had a tree on the farm."

Oh what a smile of delight he has as he looks up at Bucky.

"Thank you so much."

"They are from the replicator." Only rarely did he use it; certainly not in months. "They might taste like replicated plums."

The one he had earlier had been fine though. No different from fruit kept in cold storage, to sell in the off season.

He probably looked awkward in the face of such thanks, not used to gratitude directed toward him. Quite the opposite in fact; he was more used to inspiring fear in his victims. But he didn't need to be an assassin anymore; it still took some getting used to. "I am glad. That you like them."

Awk. Ward.

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Underground, Above Ground, Looking Fine Either Way

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