[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?

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[plate_builder]

[Jon isn't wrong about that.]

I didn't know you knew him that well.

[beholding_archivist]

Some things don't require long observations to get noticed.

[ And he's quite good at observing. ]

But please don't take this as a hint of acting self-destructive in a reckless way.

[plate_builder]

[Okay that earns a bit of a laugh from Reeve.]

It's not satisfying to enjoy the risks without him.

[beholding_archivist]

I'm actually glad to hear that. No that he is gone, of course, but... There are enough of us here I feel rather inclined to keep on a leash.

[plate_builder]

Like Tony?

[Yeah, Stark needs a leash.]

[beholding_archivist]

An obvious choice. But sometimes I swear he is in a competition with Cayde.

[ He often enough has to scold them both. ]

[plate_builder]

That's a very good point. Wasn't it their actions that led to the Rage Bugs getting out? And the blinking tower thing that just happened to almost coincide with those spiders. Dear lord, Jon, you need a leash and fast. I don't know how to stop Cayde, but you should be able to distract Tony.

[beholding_archivist]

Admittedly, I was involved in the tower accident as well, so I can't entirely blame what happened on them.

[ That was also when he accidentally shot Cayde with Tony's glove. ]

And trust me, I am working on keeping Tony occupied in more productive means.

[plate_builder]

Oh dear, were you? I suppose that makes sense.

[Keeping him productive? Reeve raised an eyebrow. How interesting.]

Sounds like an interesting thing. I hope it goes well for you. He could stand to be productive like me.

[beholding_archivist]

We tried to find out what was the deal with the tower. Accidentally breaking it was... Not planned. I would have preferred to retain the opportunity to properly study it.

[ Which is now nearly impossible since the first tower has gone offline and the new one stubbornly remains out of reach.

Jon gives a small snort. ]

I feel like the both of you need to find the right balance between productivity and rest. And I'm aware that I am hardly one to talk with the small difference that the plain absence for materials for me to work with already forces me into prolonged inactivity.

[ Which has become time he dedicates to Tony, so he can't entirely be mad about the lack of work. ]

[plate_builder]

I typically am only good at the right balance when there is someone watching over me. In the last world there was a pair of young women who effectively adopted me. Would bring me meals, would chide me into bed, would make me socialize. Poe did the same in some ways.

[He'd made Mini in part to help him with this very thing, but he hadn't really been listening lately.]

[beholding_archivist]

You're making it sound like you need a mother more than anything else.

[ Weren't you raised to be independent at all, Reeve? ]

[plate_builder]

[Reeve looked offended at that.]

hardly. I can take care of myself. Mostly. I just get distracted. And right now, I appreciate the distraction.

[beholding_archivist]

Mostly.

[ Jon points out the crucial part. ]

I will bring over more mothcats. They can be very distracting.

[plate_builder]

[Reeve laughed, because yes, that did seem likely, especially given that even Mini seemed distracted by them.]

Do they eat paper?

[beholding_archivist]

Paper? Why would they do that?

[ Please don't tell him that's what you were hoping to feed them. ]

They... Might play with it. But they hunt their own food. Outside.

[ And sometimes inside. ]

[plate_builder]

No clue. But I thought I'd ask, just in case. Better to see my papers put away if they do.

[Reeve watched the tussle of bot and mothcats, and tried to smile.]

I guess... I got bad at being alone.

[beholding_archivist]

Realistically, they're more interested in anything that sparkles and shines. I assume certain species they hunt as prey to have similar attributes to them.

[ They do hunt a lot of insects after all. ]

And if you don't wish to be alone, you're always free to visit.

[plate_builder]

And as I don't keep those save for the materia in my pockets I suppose I'm fine.

[Still, he's left... thoughtful and quiet for the moment.]

I'd like that, if that's alright. I miss our friendship.

[beholding_archivist]

Well, you know where I live. And even if I am not around, some of the mothcats always are.

[plate_builder]

You presume I'm going to leave my space for more than work, food, and the obligations the Agrii put upon us.

[Yes, Reeve was implying to be a bit of a hermit. He can't help it. He's hurting.]

[beholding_archivist]

Yes, I do.

Because I have no intention of taking up the role as your mother.

[ Friend, sure. Parental figure? Nope. ]

[plate_builder]

[He doesn't want a parental figure, and he sure doesn't want it in this man in particular.]

My mother is dead, I am not seeking to replace her. But if it is insisted, I will try.

[beholding_archivist]

[ Given that Jon is younger than him, that would be pretty weird. ]

In that case I will insist that you take care of yourself.

Or at least listen to Mini

[plate_builder]

I expect it's more the latter than the former. But thank you, for the concern. For looking in.