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[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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Keith shrugged a little.

"Maybe he just liked the other job better," he offered. It was honestly the best he could come up with.

He noticed Reeve looking at the box, so he held it out. "I got it as some prize for doing the obstacle course. I uh... I don't know what it is. It won't open."

"Perhaps," Reeve agreed. He supposed he understood. Being able to be alone for long periods of time was easier as a delivery driver than as a chocobo breeder and racer. Especially when the frivolities of jockeying were harder to justify because the world was a bit ruined.

With the box handed out, Reeve gently took it, looking it over.

"STrange, I can't seem to find any seams to it."

"Yeah... me, neither. I mean... I think it's a box, because it feels like it should be heavier? Which means it's probably hollow... but I don't know." Keith frowned. "I haven't found anyone else with one, yet."

Reeve frowned and turned it over time and time again. Nope. No way to open it. Damn.

"A mystery I don't know how to address. If it is a box and there is something fragile inside, destructive methods would be bad. Maybe it's a puzzle box."

"Yeah." Keith agreed. "Destroying what's inside would definitely defeat the purpose of winning it in the first place." He shrugged. "I just... I guess I have to work on it. Whatever it is, it seems well made. It's seamless."

"Maybe all it is is what it seems. A lovely little sculpted piece of wood. I've seen it before. Whole chains made of wooden links."

IT just took a good bit of skill to do. But something tells Reeve that isn't true.

Keith considered that, reaching over to take it back and look at it again.

"So like... a trophy thing." It didn't seem all that farfetched, either. He ran a finger over the smooth finish, and then just kind of nodded. "Maybe. I could see that."

"Perhaps," Reeve said, rapping his fingers against it before pulling them back. Problem was... it sounded hollow.

"I think time will tell, at the very least."

Keith looked at it curiously. Yeah... hollow. He frowned slightly.

"I mean, it's a prize, so you'd think it would be a good thing, but..." Well, recent history suggested being wary. "Who knows." He shrugged a bit, and then tucked it back away in his bag.

"So... did you place any bets for the races?"

"Oh very much so," Reeve laughed, turning his eyes back to the birds. "They aren't so different from chocobos back home, so I have some experience in betting on them. I'm doing well."

Not that the currency here was very useful.

Keith nodded a bit, turning back to watch the creatures run.

"We have birds like that back home, I think... not exactly, but close. And I think people can ride them? Though, I wouldn't quote me on that." He chuckled a little sheepishly. "They're definitely not that big and stocky, though. The legs and next are thinner, and the heads are smaller." He paused, thinking. "Does your world have horses at all?"

"Those might be ill-suited to the practical work the birds do for us back home. And... Yes and know. We have the general concept. Odin rides a horse, I think. But otherwise, no, we don't have them."

Was that weird? He didn't think so.

Keith just nodded. After all the worlds he'd been to both in his own universe, and with Drift Fleet, and now through the Agrii, the concept of not having horses and using giant ostrich-like birds instead wasn't as far-fetched as it might have seemed back before he knew anything about Voltron and traveling in outerspace.

"The chocobos definitely seemed to be used the same way people on my planet use horses, so that makes sense," he said. "These would be your version of them, then, I guess."

“They are a bit different, but yes, they are familiar enough. We use them even for farm work back home. Pulling carriages too. And there are some places where they serve as better off-road transportation than even buggies or other things.”

He chuckles to himself as he remembered something.

“Even airships tend to have a small stable on them, just in case you need it. And there are different breeds of course. Some cross rivers or mountains or oceans, and there are rare ones that can even fly.”

That last part caught Keith's attention.

"So, some of them do fly," he said, nodding a little, thought it was more to himself than anything. "That's pretty cool. So, yeah... sounds like you use them like we use horses where I'm from. There's different kinds of them, too, for us, depending on what you need."

"I haven't seen any here that I would automatically say 'these fly'," Reeve admitted with a shrug, "but that doesn't mean it isn't true. At least they are like that back home. As for horses, I saw them once."

It was in the Iteration, and he'd been expected to help raise a barn suitable for them. They needed far more room than a chocobo, it had been hard for him to consider for.

"There are different sorts?"

"Of horses?" Keith nodded. "Yeah. Like, there's one specifically for racing like this. There are some that are meant for hauling big loads. There are some they use for doing fancy shows, like jumping and stuff." He shrugged a bit. "I don't know all of them, but there are a lot. Different sizes, and all, too." Keith knew mostly just the basic more famous breeds.

Well that's a shock. Reeve looks truly caught off guard by this affirmation.

"That is very intriguing. Back home there's only a handful of colors of chocobos."

"Is that the main way you guys tell the different kinds apart? By color?"

It was probably the easiest way for some animals. Some horse breeds did only come in one coat color, like some dogs and cats, too. Others had multiple varieties.

"Yes, the colors seem genetically tied to the abilities. Linked genes and the like. Green Chocobos have sturdier legs and can jump higher, and are great for crossing mountains. Blue chocobos can swim like ducks and are good for handling rivers and even oceans because of their stamina."

Of course he wasn't even discussing the other two breeds or the importance of how you train the birds and what certain pre-breeding feedings can do to enhance different results likelihood.

"Oceans? Wow. Those sound like really strong swimmers."

Keith knew that seagulls and stuff would land in the ocean, but looking at the birds that had been out the track and trying to imagine one of them holding its own in the ocean seemed quite the feat.

He did chuckle a little bit, though.

"Guess having them color coded helps to tell which one you have."

"They really are," Reeve laughed, because the birds were just talented. And some, well... He didn't know how they ran on water, but they were magic.

"It really can help, yes.

Keith chuckled a bit as well.

"Makes it easy, then." He stood up, slipping the strange box back into his pocket then. "Good luck on your betting. Who knows? Maybe you can use the money to buy some information that could end up being useful to us in this whole... Agrii thing." Keith shrugged. "Worth a shot, right?"

"Perhaps I shall," Reeve said with a smile. "Though I've always been dreadful at such research. That was more the venue of the Turks."

Still, he could try and channel them for a while, hope to see some change.

Keith nodded.

"Yeah... not my top skill, either. Fingers crossed, right? Good luck."

And he would be on his way.

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