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WHO: Reeve Tuesti, OTA
WHERE: Reeve’s Calibration Room
WHAT: Calibrations Experiences
WHEN: May 9th thru June 10th
WARNINGS: CW: Reeve’s Calibration room may contain references to kidnapping and confinement, including of children


Calibrations Waiting Room

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Calibrations [CW: Referenced (nothing explicitly depicted) kidnapping and confinement, including of children]

It’s not a bedroom, it’s an office. A rather dark one at that, most of the light coming either from the scattering of monitors, some recessed lighting high above, or two lights pointed at the rather oversized Shinra corporate logo behind the desk. The desk itself is cluttered, covered with files and papers and reports. This is clearly the desk of someone far too busy with their life. Someone who isn’t fully organized.

On it there are a few things of notable interest, like architectural reports and diagrams, a few reports on small hinges with one bearing a sticky note of ‘but why would you want them’, and there’s even a box filled with several glowing green, blue, and yellow orbs. Materia like those Reeve has come to carry around Agra-10, but in more colors.

Further along, in a corner, is a framed picture of a couple that look vaguely like Reeve, his parents no doubt, and Reeve as a boy, all of them smiling in front of what looks like a farm house. Next to that was another framed picture, this one of Reeve embracing Poe, though no picture such as that had ever been taken to his knowledge. The computer monitors scroll through a number of images of Midgar in various stages of being built.

Of course most of that only matters if you didn’t sit in the very comfortable office chair. Hope you like boring board meetings. Then again, you could also get your attention caught up in a figure that looks like a smaller, but far more intricately built feline wearing a crown, red cape, boots, and gloves. It looks up upon someone's arrival, waving a greeting.

Reeve himself lounges on one of the couches in the room, looking annoyed. This wasn't his first dog and pony show, to speak, and he didn't seem pleased at the invasion.

"I'd say welcome, but I fear I do not enjoy such intimate sharing of history."


[OOC: The secret to getting out of Reeve's room before the 'time out' point is to watch two memories, or to have a serious conversation with Reeve and then going to the door of the office together.]

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"Well if at least two people here say it, then there’s truth in it. Truth we can fucking see, Reeve." He lifts a hand to poke up at Reeve’s chest carefully. "Don’t forget it. Last thing you’re gonna need is for the town to find out you’re getting lectured by someone younger than you."

And shorter, but York hated drawing attention to his height. His incorrect height.

"And," he continued. "Sometimes it’ll make shit worse when you’re hard on yourself like that."

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"A majority of those present in the town are younger than me, therefore it is easy to find those who are younger to lecture me. But it is rather a recurring thread in my life."

And in the moment he misses Steph and Brigitte, who were both younger than him and who cared about making sure he took care of himself properly. He'd been like an uncle to them and he hadn't minded that at all.

"Yes, perhaps you're right. But the work keeps me from feeling lonely."

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"How old are you, Reeve?" Maybe it was a little bit of a too personal question, but what was off limits when you were in someone's head? And if Reeve didn't like said question, he could just ignore it from York.

"It's easy to be at work and surrounded by paperwork when you could be outside being social to make friends with people. Papers aren't going to call you out on bullshit like they would," he points out with a shrug. "But I know that some humans have difficulty making friends I guess. I know I don't have much fucking room to talk."

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"I'm nearly forty," Reeve answered. Which of course wasn't too old. He had no shame over his age.

"You presume I had friends," Reeve points out. "And yes, it is a difficulty in my position."

[buildingitsir]

That wasn't old to York. It could be, given that he wasn't even technically physically four years old. "I mean, yeah, I do presume you had one, maybe two."

He glances around at the office, the Cait Sith, then to Reeve again. "I guess this is the part of the lecture where I tell you that should get out more. Even if our crappy city doesn't have a bar. You could hang out with me, but trying to break up me and Mini I bet isn't your idea of a good time."

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"Here I do. Back home it's... complicated."

Even the members of Avalanche were sometimes awkward to call 'friends'

"The city does have a bar. Cayde runs it. The Deep End."

He's not touching the fighting with Mini.

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"Home is always complicated. Guess I can't fault you for that." He had opened this conversation, but York knew this wasn't his forte. He didn't do well with making friends outside of his android peers, and even then those were few and far between. "Well if this Cayde person runs it, you should try meeting up with people there. Maybe the skills and shit you learn here you can use it whenever you get to go home."

York would maybe learn to be less of an asshole or something.

He went to go flop down on the couch Reeve had been on when he first arrived. York wasn't looking at the man, mouth thinning into a tight line. Like he was trying to figure out if there was something he wanted to say or not.

"I don't know if we're friends or whatever, but I'm... glad you're on my side for whatever it's worth. I know you said you worked for a terrible fucking company, but I don't think that reflects you. I really do think you're a good fucking person, Reeve."

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He's been there, he's done that, it doesn't mean he's been able to socialize there very well. And Reeve doesn't know how to convey that part properly. But he smiles at York.

"Thank you. Thank you for thinking I'm a good person. And I thank you for being glad for me. Having faith in me. It seems this space tends to result in that."

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York scoffed, like he didn’t believe the other despite just saying all those positive things himself to Reeve. "Yeah well good people help assholes who start electrical fires."

Finally, the android looks over at the human. "Is there anything in here you want me to see? Or should I just keep my hands to myself?"

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"The electrical fire could have affected us all," Reeve said, his attention on York. He hasn't even noticed that a door has appeared in the office, a way out.

"You are welcome to look at what you wish, if you wish," he said, tilting his head.

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York didn’t think so, but kept it to himself for now. His eyes slide to the side where the door was waiting now. He didn’t want to stay here, but he didn’t want to go back to that fucking awful waiting room. Though maybe if he woke up, Mini would still be with him. Was that this sleep?

The world felt too weird to know when he was awake.

"I won’t, because I don’t want people just touching stuff when they’re in my head, my workshop. Treat people‘s stuff how you want yours to be treated or something like that?" He didn’t move from the couch, but leaned forward to drape arms over his knees. There were a lot of things rumbling about in his mind, things he could say. Maybe should say. But York doesn’t. Finally he gets to his feet.

"The door is open so I should probably go through it, yeah? Give you a fucking break from me until we wake up?"

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"It won't open without us both," Reeve answered, rising to his feet. "So let us go."

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York noted how Reeve didn’t deny needing a break from the android. Instead of remarking on it, Che simply smirked up at the man and shoved his hands in his hoodie pouch.

As they approach the door, he risks a glance up from the corners of his eyes, trying to keep an indifferent façade. "Not promising anything, but maybe I’ll come by your office in the city to see what you’re planning. And to make sure you’re not working too fucking hard. Only if I’m bored though." He moves to give a small nudge with his elbow.

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"Only if you're bored," Reeve agrees, nodding. He can understand that decision of course. Even if it seems impossible to think that someone would come seeking him out at this point.

So he reaches for the door knob and opens it, gesturing for the young man to head out first.

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York smirks. Reeve gets it at least. If only there humans like this overworking fucker in his world. Anyone else would have probably given up on him by now. The door opens and he stares at the unknown for a long moment. He turns like he's about to say something again to Reeve, then promptly closes his mouth as York decides against it.

He salutes the man with two fingers from the forehead, then the hand joins its match in his hoodie pocket as he heads through the door.

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Reeve nods and follows through with him. And just like that they win their freedom from the dream.