[Open Video]

[plate_builder]

[The video starts awkwardly, as if whoever is starting it isn't used to using the communicator device. Perhaps for some that might have a very clear reason behind if if they recognize a few details. First of these was that the room the video was being shot in was clearly the Restoration Committee building, also known as the large room for organization that one Reeve Tuesti had set up for rebuilding and improvement plans. Second of these was the fact that there was clearly one Mister Reeve Tuesti sitting on a less than comfortable looking stool facing a table with a surface tilted some thirty to forty degrees up from horizontal, hands moving with a ruler and pencil as his voice mumbled indistinctly to himself and he drew lines on it. And, thirdly, there was the fact that the video was clearly shot from only a few feet above the floor, as opposed to a height that would make sense for anyone that lived here save perhaps the droids and the actual culprit: Mini-C.

The video of Reeve continues for a moment before turning away to face the feline's face as he turns and walks away, a door soon closing behind him and leaving him standing with the communicator camera pointed at himself, still recording, while he sat just inside Reeve's room.]

D'ye ken wha tha was? One ah tha most pathetic sad sack sights me wee eyehs hae evah seen.

[The cat shakes his head and then takes a deep breath. He talks more slowly from then on, clearly struggling to suppress his accent to talk more like his creator's more 'refined' tones. Really, the point is to sound more easily recognizable, he gets that these humans don't always get him]

That's been the sight ah've had of him for two days now. All mah efforts ain't managed to get him to eat regular or sleep enough. Most days it's a mite hard to get him ta take care o'imself. It's a good thin' he made me, cause I take care of him. But ya see, he ain't been all right since a thing happened.

[How weird, that it would be a little robot cat to announce this sort of thing.]

Poe. He be gone. Gone gone this time, ain't no listing on the ships or comms. When Reeve found out, well, ah could not keep him from tryin' ta distract himself. Which meant more work. And less sleep. And less food.

Ah need help. Used ta be ah was a good influence on gettin' him to be careful and healthy and all them wee things that make the big thing that is living as a person. Cept he ain't listening to me no more. What do ah do? Ah need help getting him ta sleep and eat.

Annae advice? Or perhaps can some ah'ya lads and lasses help me haul him inta being himself agin? Or at least gettin' him ta take serious the whole 'food and sleep make humans run' thing?

Comments

[beholding_archivist]

Right. And I'm aware that- No. Mourning isn't the right word to use, but- Missing a loved one that isn't around any longer is natural and finding a release for this emotions is, indeed, healthy... As long as it's not done in an overly self destructive manner.

He needs to face his emotions rather than trying to distract himself from them. Is there someone around he can talk to that he trusts with such matters?

[plate_builder]

Aye, is nae in his nature ta talk about it. He works instead.

[beholding_archivist]

I'm not a therapist and I can't exactly ask anymore, either.

[plate_builder]

Fair point. He ain't likely to admit he's hurtin'.

[beholding_archivist]

Sounds familiar.

Does he have someone he trusts and would be more willing to open up to?

[plate_builder]

Poe.

[beholding_archivist]

Not helpful.

[plate_builder]

Ya think i dunnae kno' tha?

[beholding_archivist]

Well, you made this post for a reason. Still, I remain certain there are people he would rather see than me.

[plate_builder]

Ah wud rather nae see ya. Ya've been mean ta me. But if it wud help him, ah'd welcome ya.

[beholding_archivist]

Right.

[ Nope, he won't apologize. ]

I will be over in a moment.

[plate_builder]

As ya will.

[beholding_archivist]

[ The way over to where Reeve is staying isn't a far one from the library and by the time Jon arrives, he still has two mothcats trailing curiously after him. Which Jon doesn't mind terribly. These winged felines tend to do what they wish regardless of his approval anyway.

He gives a short knock on the door. ]

[plate_builder]

{Reeve isn't expecting guests. Mini's good at causing unexpected things, not that Reeve had meant for this to be true. Though he considers the knocking and decides he shouldn't ignore it. Soon he had the door open and he looked sadly at Jon.]

I suppose you're here because you heard what has come to pass. Don't worry. A lack of Poe will not cause me to renew attentions toward Tony.

[beholding_archivist]

I should kick you for assuming that might be the only reason for me to come over.

[ Jon grumbles in response while crossing his arms, the two mothcats fluttering past Reeve curiously to invite themselves in and have a look around. ]

May I come in?

[ Dry, but not entirely without compassion. ]

[plate_builder]

You should. I would welcome it.

[The sharp pain of the abuse would make him feel more alive than he feels right now. In the mean time he stands aside to let Jon in as well. The mothcats, investigating as they were, were met by Mini slipping out of the bedroom, and the cat was watching them with delight. They were, after all, something new and different for him.]

Would you like a cup of tea? I think I have some around somewhere.

[beholding_archivist]

Christ, I'm not here to hurt you!

[ The tone is sharp even as Jon steps inside and one of the mothcats flutters down to Mini, sniffing him with interest. ]

But I will take a cup of tea, thank you.

[plate_builder]

[Christ? The word meant nothing to him. Reeve sighed and went to fetch the kettle and he started to heat it.]

It's mint based.

[beholding_archivist]

I trust it'll be fine.

[ Look, it's tea. He drinks tea and isn't picky about it. ]

[plate_builder]

[Reeve startst he water heating and then brings a chair over for Jon.]

Forgive me for my foul mood. I'm just not doing well.

[beholding_archivist]

I have been told you're hardly feeding yourself. Let alone ensure you get enough rest.

[ He accepts the chair with a nod and refrains from looking towards Mini as to not give the artificial feline away. Though the robot by now has the full attention of the two mothcats, with one of them trying to groom his tail while the other nudges its head against Mini's hands for attention. ]

[plate_builder]

Mini.

[Reeve sighs, the little traitor doing exactly what he was supposed to do to take care of his creator. Mini, well he's trying to avoid Reeve's glare because the little mothcats are lovely, and no one has ever groomed his tail, what a lovely thing. He reaches out a hand and is extremely careful with petting the second.]

I'm working. Or trying to. Is that really that wrong?

[beholding_archivist]

[ Jon is happy to let Mini make his experiences with the mothcats. He may not meet many animals and the winged felines are indeed very friendly and will happily lean into those careful caresses. ]

Well, when was the last time you took a break? Slept? Ate something?

[ Look, all simple and easy questions, right? ]

[plate_builder]

[Mini isn't used to things even remotely like him, so it was very fun to have this chance to be around another 'animal'. Just like he likes being around droids.]

Uh... I may have fallen asleep at my table. And I had a breakfast bar yesterday.

[beholding_archivist]

And you see nothing wrong with that.

[ Be honest. ]