[Calibrations] Another Room Of Memories

[plate_builder]

WHO: Reeve Tuesti, OTA
WHERE: Reeve’s Calibration Room
WHAT: Calibrations Experiences
WHEN: June 10th to July 10th
WARNINGS: CW: Reeve’s Calibration room contains memories that reference a shooting assassination attempt, general gun violence, and the kidnapping of a child. Any item which might fit a trigger warning will have strike through text with the appropriate warning listed after it.

Welcome, dreamer, to the museum. Awaken as you will seated on a well padded bench, placed in the middle of an exhibit room. Glass cases line the walls with all sorts of artifacts and metal plaques labeling them. And amid it all is Reeve in a suit, pacing and looking very upset.

"What is this supposed to be, an homage to Rupert's damn foolish little self praising museum in the building? I'm not so conceited as to want something like this!"

This, of course, being some form of 'the greatest hits' of his life, most of which were behind glass. There was the model of Midgar, hung on its side on a wall. Nearby there's a case that holds a small human-like figure made of straw. In another case one might even see a strange stone with dark lines on it that almost radiates a sense of foreboding.

The things that aren't behind glass or hung out of reach are rare, scattered around like little treats for people to inspect. On a mannequin in the corner is a long blue coat cw: attempted shooting assassination that people might have seen him wear before on Agra-10. It's label reads 'Coat of Director Reeve Tuesti of the WRO. Near that is a suit similar to the one Reeve wears now, this one dirty, torn, and with evidence of some blood and burns on it.

Another corner seems dedicated to Cait Sith, showcasing a large white form with purple wings, upon which sits a black and white cat. Together the two stand an four feet tall, and they are definitely strange. Next to them stands a highly detailed model of a bipedal cat.

A different corner of the room seems dedicated to Reeve's companions, with a variety of weapons serving to memorialize them. The only open case there involves a long battle staff, in front of which is a vase filled with yellow lilies wrapped with a pink ribbon cw: referenced child kidnapping. This one Reeve moves to, considering with a sad and pensive expression.

"If anyone deserves a museum to their efforts, it's her. It was always her."

The final section of the room seems dedicated to what might be charitably called trophies. A massive sword longer than Reeve is tall, a strange shot gun, black armor, and even a strange helmet cw: general gun violence with glowing accents.

"I think I'd rather not be remembered if what is in here is deemed to be my 'greatest hits'."


[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 out through the sealed door labeled 'Post WRO Wing' together. If there is a specific memory vibe you'd like message me and something special can be arranged.]

Comments

[thepurpleone]

Absolutely. He's fourteen, of course he's going to stick to his guns.

Reeve's insight should invoke some excitement, but there's nothing that's going to fill in Donnie's family-shaped holes and he knows it. "I guess..." he says, unconvincingly.

[plate_builder]

Ah, there's always that. But Reeve had been an only child so that wasn't as vital in his mind.

"Maybe go on an exploration with some friends."

[thepurpleone]

"Mmm." Does he actually have friends here? He's talked to a few people, sure, more than once even. Some of them seem all right enough to be considered friends. Tony's probably in that category- after all, who else would put up with Donnie after he insults them and then still give him a second chance and help him out?

He's not sure where Dustin sits on that scale right now, they had a pretty loud parting the last time they'd really talked. Donnie's still figuring that one out. It's not often he's had fights with people that weren't his brothers, after all.

[plate_builder]

"Ah, what a reaction," Reeve laughs. "I'm sure you'll make friends. It's not easy but you'll manage."

[thepurpleone]

"I'm still getting used to the fact that people don't give me weird looks or freak out at first sight. Guess it helps we're on an alien planet and all..." Donnie shrugs. "But I guess we'll see how the social climate is once we ever get out of 'Calibrations'," he sniffs.

"Speaking of which..." He looks around, brow arching at the door. "That wasn't there before was it."

[plate_builder]

"I suppose we've all seen very strange things," Reeve says, his voice thoughtful. "I mean, I have a friend who is a talking fire-cat."

Though with the direction of attention, Reeve turns to look at it. "No. I don't think it was. Shall we?"

[thepurpleone]

"True, that does imply an open mind." Donnie grins crookedly at that.

He nods at Reeve then. "Sooner I'm out of your head, the better for you, yeah?"

[plate_builder]

"Perhaps the better for us both," Reeve says with a smile. "I hope what rest you found tonight was soothing."

BEcause sometimes Reeve woke up exhausted from these things.

[thepurpleone]

"Yeah, here's hoping."

Honestly, Donnie hasn't been finding it very restful. It was hard not to think you were hallucinating for the weird spaces he finds himself in when dreaming. It's certainly no relief to wake up in a strange bed surrounded by blank walls.

"At least the company wasn't bad," Donnie admits as they step out.

[plate_builder]

Reeve laughs and waves as the guy leaves.