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revivalproject2023-08-11 07:26 pm
plate_builder) wrote in revivalproject2023-08-11 07:26 pm
[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
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.II. They Slice Metal Like Cheese
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."
"How do you think they're doing it?"III. Sauna? Sauna.
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."
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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He's got his magic too. That's preserving him.
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