[Open Log] Sometimes You Work Too Hard

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WHO: Reeve Tuesti, OTA
WHERE: Sh'Ka Security and Water Treatement
WHAT: Dealing With Machinery and Infrastructure in Sh'Ka
WHEN: Late October
WARNINGS: Minor possible mental manipulation in Security log starter

A. Work Is Always Distracting | Water Treatment Facility

When in doubt, work to make other's lives better. This was a philosophy that Reeve had been raised with. Sure, when he had been raised with it the point had been 'make the lives of your family better' but that didn't mean he hadn't brought those thoughts into his adult life and had a lot of complication from it. But here and now, with so much going on, Reeve found himself falling back on this.

The way it was manifesting in Sh'Ka was Reeve's arrival at the Water Treatment plant, mere hours after he had gotten off of the train from Temba. It was here he had set himself up to sleep in one of the side offices, and here, looking at readouts from displays while he tried to figure out where systems were backed up and needed help, that he was getting yelled at.

"Will yah listen tah meh for a wee moment and let yahself get some sleep?" Mini was demanding, the robotic cat's voice loud and carrying through the halls.

"If I'm sleeping, I'm not helping make sure there is clean water," Reeve countered, not looking up from the displays. He wished he had paper to work with. The programs on his datapad just could not keep this straight for him, not with how his eyelids were getting heavy.


B. The Strangest Computers Ever | Security Station

Get out of the office and take a damn walk.

It wasn't what Reeve had wanted to do, but Mini sure had been good at channelling Cid in that moment, and giving Reeve no choice but to finally stop working. It had come down to the fact that the cat had basically taken Reeve's comm pad to keep him from working further. Damn keeper.

With a sigh he had agreed to at least get up and move his legs some, stuffing the cat into his bag and taking Mini's weight onto himself to explore. Where he'd ended up was one of the better lit areas in the city. The Security building had looked so inviting from the outside, and slowly he had made his way deeper and deeper until he finally ran into something both familiar and new.

Reeve had been staring at a monitor for almost five minutes now, watching the image of some sort of plant matter being roasted over a fire. Strange how he hadn't been hungry a bit ago, and now his stomach was starting to grumble.

"I wonder what the point of having videos of food is," Reeve mused aloud, only to earn a snort from his bag.

"It's like ya forgot tha channels like tha were big back home."

"How would you even know that?"

"Because you do."

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Well now Mini was definitely going to slip closer to look over the process.

"Ah ain't sayin what yah shud be. Or who. Or how. Just that yah a person."

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The Soldier shrugged. He didn't quite agree but also didn't want to drag out the conversation in that direction. Some of it he knew probably couldn't be understood by someone who hadn't experienced his life; he knew he didn't describe it well for others.

Fortunately, it seemed like they could drop it. The arm was a good distraction in that pursuit; the Soldier manipulated the thin nose of a pair of pliers around wires and connections, wincing now and then when he brushed against active nerve connections.

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That looked uncomfortable by half and Mini frowned up at the man.

"Ah cud wake Reeve. He knows thin's like this."

And he had two hands compared to Bucky's situation.

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"He needs the rest," came the immediate protest. Reeve had looked ready to drop, probably from putting everyone else's problems, real or perceived, before his own needs. Getting him away from work was a victory that the Soldier didn't want to give up so easily.

He finally withdrew the pliers, a chip of stone between the blades, and put it aside. The rest really needed assistance, but it'd be fine for the night. The shelter was secure enough that the Soldier didn't worry about needing to defend them. "If you wake him, he's just going to worry over it, then worry more when he realizes the extent of it. Let him sleep."

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Stupid man having a good point.

"Is it really bad?" Mini asked, sounding worried. He definitely didn't like any of this. His concern would hopefully be plain.

"I think yah deserve someone tah help yah from time tah time."w

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"It's not bad compared to past damage," he replied, adding a little more information on nothing that concern. "It's mostly annoying, as opposed to seriously damaged. An itch you can't reach might be the closest way I can describe it." An inadequate description, but one that hopefully captured the frustration of it.

He shook his head, then shrugged. "I prefer self maintenance as much as possible. It's..." He lost a moment or two in contemplation of the opposite wall. "My experiences with others working on it are not positive. And while I don't believe that Reeve would have ill intentions, that doesn't make it comfortable for me."

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"Ah dunnae itch," Mini admitted with a shrug. So it didn't make sense to him. But he supposed he understood this.

"People were nae good tah ya. Wish ah cud punch them," he admitted with a sigh.

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"You might consider that a lucky thing. Something like poison ivy, or whatever its Agrii equivalent, wouldn't bother you." Even poison ivy wasn't the worst irritant in the world. But it could be damned annoying.

"You really don't. They would've ordered me to stop you." He thumped his head back against the wall again, then rolled his shoulders, trying to get comfortable. "No, it's best not to have that kind of person here at all. For everyone's sake."

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"Poisun what now?" Mini asked, frowning. It wasn't even something Mini had ever heard of before. Granted Reeve's world did have it, but Mini had never seen it here and had never ben here.

"Well, ah wish them bad things tah happen tah them."