revivalproject | [Open] Carpentry And Making The Bucks

WHO: Reeve Tuesti, Open
WHERE: Gridania, Gold Saucer
WHAT: Learning Carpentry, Gambling on Chocobos, Playing Triple Triad
WHEN: Throughout Event
WARNINGS: CW: Gambling
NOTE: Unless otherwise noted, Reeve will be wearing this while in Eorzea, and Mini will be following him silently.

I. Hands On Work | Gridania - Carpentry Guild | [Open]

Investigations were something Reeve had only passing skill with. Mostly he was the sort of person who knew how to trust in the sorts of people who were good at it. Perhaps it came from knowing Turks. And sure, perhaps he was capable of being a spy at times through Cait Sith, but...

Well, this wasn't a place that Reeve was quite sure he knew how to spy on probably. There was so much cultural weight and context that was needed in a good spy or information seeker, that much he was pretty sure of, even if he didn't know just what that information might really entail. Either way, he wasn't going to be good at that, so he might as well learn something, right? Right.

Gridania. It was a beautiful place, one that Reeve and Mini liked from the word start, and shortly after arriving... Well, he knew what to do. Which was why Reeve was here now, humming to himself as he worked on an early project of building a table. Did he need a table? No. But was knowing how to make one useful? Yes. Very much so. The basics can always be scaled up, and it was more about learning the work with his hands, to further what he'd learned in the Iteration.

Still, he was pleasantly surprised to see a familiar face enter. Another He Row. He offered a nod, and a hopefully unremarkable gesture meant to beckon them closer without seeming strange for an apprentice to be calling to someone else.

II. Betting On The Birds | Gold Saucer | [Open]

The Gold Saucer. Reeve had only first come to the place because of the name. Because of how that name evoked the idea of home. He wasn't expecting, though, that the place would be so familiar. So similar. There had been games he'd seen before through Cait Sith's eyes, and decorations, and chocobos.

In a way, this was the closest he'd felt to home in two and a half years. Perhaps that was what brought him here, to the Chocobo races, to sit there and watch with a smile, as the birds raced around.

"You know," he said, sipping at a glass of something vaguely fruity with a pleasant bubbling sensation, "this reminds me of my friend Cloud. He breed champion chocobos. Everyone wanted a bird from his breeding lines. Never understood why he moves from that work to deliveries instead."

III. It's All In The Cards | Gold Saucer | [Open]

Being at the races only served to make him think of people and places he could not easily get back to, so maybe it was easier to walk away. That was what Reeve had done to justify his wandering the Saucer. In the end he'd found himself here, looking not at the words of games he might have toyed with back home, but contemplating a starter set of Triple Triad cards.

"Alright," he said to the young employee who had just finished explaining the rules. "And you say this tournament has a prize to it?"

That sounded like something worth looking into.

"I guess I just need to find my first match against another registered player then. Who knows, maybe I'm a natural."

And speaking of another player, he turned away from the employee and registration desk, and his eyes set upon another of the Agrii's guests.

"Don't suppose you've taken to this card game."

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Wilson regards the bird with a slow, silent nod, almost as if he has a single clue about chocobo racing. It sure is a bird. And it's running pretty fast.

"Say, you don't look like a farmer." He states rather than commenting on the bird. "Did you quit?"

"Yes," Reeve said, because that's the best answer. "I was called to something else, and I gave myself to it happily. I'm also, well, not exactly a green thumb."

So it wasn't bad that he had left.

"Ha! Yes, follow your passions and let no one hold you back!" Reeve receives a thumbs up with that approval that turns into a finger pointing towards the racing birds. "Have you ever ridden one of these large Gobblers?" And the pointing finger snaps back into a quick wave. "No. Forget that. You should ride one of them. Let people bet on you! Get a chocobird from your friend."

That's... confusing to hear the stranger saying. But yes, he supposed he absolutely had gone to follow his dreams. Which had hurt people, but he was trying. Being better was a process.

Still, he's left intrigued by 'Gobblers' and 'chocobirds'.

"Chocobos," he corrects pretty instantly.

Wilson gives a pensive nod. "Yes... It is kind of rude that they aren't made of chocolate, right?"

He lets his words trail off and his hand drop back into his lap to ponder his own thoughts for a moment.

"They are animals," Reeve noted. "It would not make sense for them to be made from chocolate."

What a strange man this local was.

The beaked mask slowly turns to look at Reeve in expressionless silence. The silence lingers for a moment, then Wilson just shrugs. "Hardly anything we look at every day makes sense, my friend. And I say that as a scientist. If we can be moving collections of meat and bone breathing noises at one another that the slabs of meat in our heads decode into language, we might as well be made of chocolate."

Well man, that was a very strange thing to say. Reeve looked... uncomfortable. Definitely.

"That doesn't seem physically possible."

Wilson isn't bothered by that reaction. He just reaches over, pats Reeve's shoulder in an almost comforting way and gets up from his seat.

"Well, good luck with your birds. I'm getting some chocolate now!"

Well that was not a touch he had expected or welcomed.

"I wish you luck. Uh, don't eat too much?"

[Open] Carpentry And Making The Bucks

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