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revivalproject2023-02-10 04:27 pm
plate_builder) wrote in revivalproject2023-02-10 04:27 pm
Winter Blizzard Blues
WHO: Reeve Tuesti, York Stark, You?
WHERE: The Temba Restoration Committee Building
WHAT: Trapped during The Storm
WHEN: During the Blizzard
WARNINGS: None expected
The message from the Agrii had actually missed Reeve. His whole life was such that he often rested at different hours than many others. Nor did he often keep his comm near him when he slept, because people might reach out at weird hours. So he awoke, rose and dressed in the dark of his bedroom, and then rose to his feet. As he stepped into the main room the comm went off and Reeve, not hearing it, was moving to the door to open it up.
Time to see the day. He grabbed his bangle from the hook by the door, ready to call for his magic to melt away the snow on the stoop except... Except the materia were all dun. And the sky was open and gray, and the winds were howling. And all he could do was sigh and close the door back up.
All of that had been hours ago now, and Reeve had huddled up in his warmth, curled up in his blanket. This was not the day he was expecting. Now he just looked up as he heard knocking on his door. Whoever was out there needed brought in, now.
"Quick," he says when he cracks the door open, trying to keep it as closed as possible to prevent too much snow from blowing in. "Inside."
WHERE: The Temba Restoration Committee Building
WHAT: Trapped during The Storm
WHEN: During the Blizzard
WARNINGS: None expected
The message from the Agrii had actually missed Reeve. His whole life was such that he often rested at different hours than many others. Nor did he often keep his comm near him when he slept, because people might reach out at weird hours. So he awoke, rose and dressed in the dark of his bedroom, and then rose to his feet. As he stepped into the main room the comm went off and Reeve, not hearing it, was moving to the door to open it up.
Time to see the day. He grabbed his bangle from the hook by the door, ready to call for his magic to melt away the snow on the stoop except... Except the materia were all dun. And the sky was open and gray, and the winds were howling. And all he could do was sigh and close the door back up.
All of that had been hours ago now, and Reeve had huddled up in his warmth, curled up in his blanket. This was not the day he was expecting. Now he just looked up as he heard knocking on his door. Whoever was out there needed brought in, now.
"Quick," he says when he cracks the door open, trying to keep it as closed as possible to prevent too much snow from blowing in. "Inside."