revivalproject | [Open] Not His First End Of The World

WHO: Reeve Tuesti, Richie Tozier, Open
WHERE: Temba, The Warrens
WHAT: Volcano Event Catch All
WHEN: August
WARNINGS: N/A

I. Help I've Fallen And I Can't Get Up | Closed to Richie

It wasn't that Reeve had meant to ignore the evacuation warnings. In fact, he'd taken them very seriously, especially because the warning had come from Jon. The man knew things and Reeve trusted the warning of his friend quite seriously. No, for him the problem came from the fact that there were earthquakes. Not even because they made him nervous, giving him reminders of what it had been like when Midgar had been collapsing under Meteor.

No, the issue was how easily Reeve got sidetracked in trying to save as much of his work, his designs, and his tools as possible. He himself would get a few bags and a small crate of supplies. Mini would get another two smaller bags of his own, ones that would be packed with the more fragile papers. Papers that he was carefully slipping into the cat's satchel along with some design books for the wood working and...

And he didn't see it coming. The quake shakes and trembles, he's immediately thrown off balance before he can run, and...

When he wakes up it's with the ground still again, his body pinned under a heavy shelf.

"Reeve!" Mini was saying, his voice filled with sorrow, as the little construct tried in vain to lift the shelving unit Reeve was trapped under.

"Mini. How-?" he starts to croak out. And frowns. Long enough for his throat to be dry.

"Hours," his feline companion said. "Ya communicator is trapped with yah. Ah cannae get to it! I cannae get help! We're runnin' out of time."

Reeve groaned. Because of course this would happen to him.

"Guess Karma's finally found me."

II. They Slice Metal Like Cheese

"How do you think they're doing it?"

Reeve Tuesti spent more hours here than he perhaps should, legs carefully folded under him so that he wouldn't put extra strain on his sprained ankle. The one that was kicked up on... well, not a pillow, but rather on Mini's back. The feline construct was sitting on the floor himself, his head tilted to the side, so Reeve's ankle could be supported on a fuzzy shoulder, cushioned by Reeve's own suit jacket.

In a way, it's almost adorable. Maybe. Unless you're worried about the cat. Or how closely the feline is watching the Funfronds darting around, his tail lashing from side to side in clear feline interest.

"Maybe thay're tha ones who made this place?" Mini suggested, watching as one Funfrond skirted around him. His hand flexed for a moment before going very still, as Reeve sighed.

"Neither of us believe that," Reeve reminded his companion. "And you know you shouldn't upset our hosts with that sort of behavior."

"Maybe ya shudnae have made meh feline then," Mini countered, his tail still flicking. "Cannae help mah nature."

III. Sauna? Sauna.

Bad news: cleanliness. It was an issue that they really needed to take care of and it was far from easy to expect the limited amount of showers he was aware that Dustin kid was working on to account for all of them all the time. And how, Reeve wondered, was the kid going to solve the heat problem? Well, honestly, he figured he'd leave the kid to it because the work would require interaction with those little plant creatures and Reeve couldn't understand them at all.

Good news: there were always ways to improvise solutions. A small collection of cloths gathered from that kind weaving woman, a few stools put together from the scraps of wood he'd managed to collect from other people's supply boxes that were empty, and two glowing stones set into the metal bracelet at his wrist.

The final step had been stringing up one of the rush curtains the little people made and then setting himself another stool just outside of the room. He rested there, eyes half closed, head leaned back against the wall, while Mini sat in his lap and waved at anyone approaching.

"Need some sauna time?" Mini asked with a wave. "Nae better way ta pass some time and get clean! And entertained! Magically powered it is!"

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"What's that do?" Donnie asks. He vaguely remembers what Reeve had told him about materia, anyway.

"That'd be something, although using something that small for any work to our scale is going to be extremely tedious." From what he can see, just holding the tool is going to be a pain. Like using a super tiny pencil. At least he only has three digits to worry about but still!

"It allows me to perceive traits of things through magic," he admitted with a shrug. "Sometimes it's very useful. Sometimes it's a headache with no purpose."

Yes, small to work on their scale. It's a damn fine point. Reeve has to consider that actually.

"They seem so very familiar with these sorts of things. Look at how quickly and expertly they work the metal to their purposes. How long have they lived around this stuff to become so adept with it?"

"Huh. That sounds useful. My goggles do that to some degree. I mean, it tells me what might have magical properties or what's behind magical illusions aside from usual technical readouts." Which can also be headache inducing but he hasn't come across too many things aside from the crystals in the caverns that do that.

Donnie looks back at the little guys, nodding. "Well... if they're the actual locals to this world then maybe they've been here even before whatever this place was established...or at least long enough to figure out how to integrate with it and find its usefulness."

Oh, now that is some interesting speculation.

"We have had hints that their presence here might pre-date the Agrii. But to pre-date this area..."

What an idea. If only he had more data.

"They must be quite intelligent. I've been bewildered by all of this for a while actualy."

"The whole inability to just ask them things without a translator is kind of a pain," Donnie sighs, looking back at the little guys at work.

"Can we just have a question and answer sesh with them? Just ask them flat out what they know about this place. And then I'd love to ask how their toothpick thing works and if they have one to spare. Small as it is, if it doesn't require an external power source, it'd be useful if I could use it like a mini-solder for detail work. Wonder what other things they have. Dustin said they had some kind of technology of their own..."

"Well, we don't speak their language," Reeve points out. It makes sense. They don't even use the same sort of language.

A question and answer session sounds so wise though. To ask whatever they could.

"Perhaps someone already has. They went to Dustin to communicate with us. And those Barry ones referred to someone as a Hivebrother. Maybe we're just behind on getting the information."

Someone might need to talk to the kid about that. Then again...

"We should talk to Dustin, see if he can't communicate for us. And did he explain any of their technology? Could it be he just saw signs of this?"

"Honestly I haven't really spoken much with Dustin in a while," Donnie admits, scratching the back of his head.

Their last real conversation had ended poorly, and neither had really thought to apologize. But at the same time they hadn't necessarily kept from speaking to each other- they'd coordinated when those strange gigantic beasts had rampaged through the city, but that had been more out of necessity.

Conversations with Dustin tended to not go well. It was just normal.

"Sometimes conversations can be hard with people you don't know or who are from different worlds."

"Yeah..." He sighs.

While there hadn't been any shortage of topics Donnie wanted to talk about with Dustin, the other teen's paranoia had made it difficult to really engage. For Donnie, it was frustrating when he had someone clearly on the same intellectual level to talk to and the other thought he was trying to mine him for ideas. Which was ridiculous because why would Donnie need to pick anyone's brains for brilliant ideas!

"Anyway, guess that won't help right this moment since who knows where he is right now."

Yeah, that is true. Reeve considers thoughtfully. Maybe they could seek Dustin out. But for now...

"He is rather good at being evasive."

And trouble.

Donnie sighs again, but Reeve's right there.

"Who else has communication abilities?" He hasn't particularly kept track of who had what, but that had seemed to be everyone's personal business so why bother? It's becoming a little more apparent how useful that might be. He puts a mental thumbtack in that for now.

"Tony and Jon, Lark. Beyond that I do not exactly know."

But they could check. Maybe. HE didn't know if that part of the communications device would actually work.

"Hm." Donnie makes note of that much at least. "Maybe we should make a list of questions that should be asked so once we get the opportunity to ask any of them if they're willing to translate, we'll have something to start with."

"That sounds like a good plan actually," Reeve says. "I should get more paper from my packs for that."

But he didn't know that Jon would want to talk to them. Or maybe he would.

Maybe, maybe not, but it surely didn't hurt to have something. There seem plenty of things they don't know of these little beings and the world that they might have been able to figure out all this time if they'd only asked.

Donnie nods. "Well, we sure got the time for it, anyway."

Yes, there probably were answers for the asking. And probably more answers other He Rows held that they hadn't thought to share. They should really compile it all.

"I suppose we are made of nothing but time."

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