[Open] A New Home And Busy Man

[plate_builder]

WHO: Reeve Tuesti, Mini-C, Open
WHERE: The Glitter Food: Workshops, Belly, Cockpit
WHAT: Reeve's Ship Studies
WHEN: During Ship 'Imprisonment'
WARNINGS: N/A

I. A New Workshop

He feels like he's been walking around this ship for hours, but really, the stroll from the Hangar and through the Main Area has clearly not been that long. At least it was easy enough to do with his ankle finally fully healed. Which meant that it should be no surprise at all that he had found his way into a workshop and was already bustling about it, considering the walls, testing surfaces, and considering a seat in it.

"I wish we could salvage the tools and work furniture from the Restoration to set this up properly, but I suppose that now that we're here our duties have changed entirely."

Mini, sitting on the edge of a table, kicking his booted feet in the air, shrugs.

"Is it really all that bad that ya're gonna have ta relax a wee bit now that ya ain't got nae more buildings to build."

Relax? They both chuckle after that comment. Being one of an engineering team for a ship probably took some time and effort.

"You know, if Cid were here right now, he's be so jealous.

II. Belly of the Beast

"Hold the light steady."

"If ya want ta criticize, maybe ya cud do it yaself," Mini said, pouring his accent on even thicker just to show his displeasure. But he did try and stabilize the light he was holding for Reeve while perched on Reeve's shoulder. The man, meanwhile, was looking through an open panel near the water filtration system.

"I swear when I awoke you, I didn't sign up for nearly so much sass," the man returned as he finished his sketch of the inside of the system and his diagrams of the circuitry. This was something they might need later.

"Perhaps ya need more sass," Mini laughs.

"Pest," he says fondly before moving to put the panel back on.

"Nosy," the cat snipes back.

"I swear someone needs to teach you better manners."

"And is nae gonna be you."

III. A Cockpit View

The view might be lovely from here, if there was something to see beyond the hangar. As it was Reeve didn't entirely know what had brought him to the bridge other than a need to know the territory. There was value to it he supposed, but now he just stared at the sign.

Soon.

What weighty words.

"If only I knew what it meant," he grumbles. "Other than being trapped. Other than leaving without going home. Curse it."

Going to space had never been his aspiration, but surely the only reason to have a ship that feels so much like the planet is because they aren't meant to stay.

Comments

Cockpit

[mrsklover]

Richie isn't sure what to think of this whole thing but, at the very least, he is enjoying just walking around. New things to see and appreciate. He's been on the planet for long enough that the change of scenery is nice. And at least he has the people he cares most about close by.

Speaking of...

Richie walks onto the bridge and sees someone familiar frowning at the sign.

Soon.

Yeah. Ominous.

Richie walks up behind Reeve, hands in his pockets. "You think maybe it could mean something fun? Like 'Hey, soon we're taking you to a fun party planet'?"

[plate_builder]

Is it strange that hearing Richie's voice from behind him actually makes a touch of tension melt out of Reeve's shoulders? Perhaps it is. But he's relaxed just a little with the other man here.

"Yes, because I so wish to go somewhere like Eorzea and Coruscant again," he mumbles. "Forgive me. I'm in a foul mood."

[mrsklover]

Richie shifts behind Reeve to wrap his arms around his middle. Nothing better for bad moods than cuddles, right?

"What's up, sweetheart? Are you stressed out about that ominous message, there?" Which...fair. "If it's a horrible planet or something, you can just stay in your room, right? The beds are amazing."

[plate_builder]

Now wasn't that a nice comforting thing? Reeve closes his eyes, accepting the warmth and support from his friend. Even the pet name.

"I'm not the useful one in space," he admits, his voice soft. "And what if they don't let us come back? This ship is so different. So like their own. Richie, this ship feels like we failed. Like we failed and they can't send us home."

Though yes, the beds are amazing. They remind him of home.

[mrsklover]

Richie frowns at that. He rests his chin on Reeve's shoulder and gives his middle a little squeeze.

"Okay. For one, you don't have to always be useful. You're awesome even when you're just being you. And for two, they're gonna let us come back. This ship... I'm not sure why they made us these, but I don't think it's permanent. Awhile, maybe. But not forever. Why would they do all this to bring us here if they were just going to give up on the planet? And they're still bringing new people in!"

[plate_builder]

This is more comforting than he expected. And exactly what he desired actually.

"I suppose I haven't done much but be useful in decades," he admits with a whisper. All he needs to do is to figure out how to help here. He doesn't feel valuable if he's not doing much.

"I do not know, Richie. But perhaps they have a new mission. Seek a new home, since we have failed them so hard."

[mrsklover]

Richie is quiet for a moment, just holding Reeve and thinking about what he said.

"Did we?"

He releases Reeve so he can move next to him and lean on the console, looking his friend in the eyes.

"Did we really fail them? 'Cause I mean... look at this shit, dude! Look at what they built for us! When we were first brought here, they didn't know how to even help us survive. They did their best with the sweaters and the trips to other planets, but like. C'mon. Look at this ship!

"We have nice beds, a greenhouse they built themselves, a functioning ship, and a whole gym for those weirdos that actually take care of themselves. And that's just the start!"

He smiles at Reeve and flaps his arms around to gesture at everything.

"We did this. We helped them to learn enough that they made us this. So, yeah, maybe the planet itself isn't completely fixed and all, but I don't think we failed them. I don't think they believe that, either..."

[plate_builder]

That's the question he supposes must be asked. And an interesting point of view on it. And the ship really is magnificent.

"So I'm hearing that you're chief morale officer," Reeve says with a chuckle. What a way to look at things. It almost gives him hope. Not much, but perhaps just some flicker of it.

"Of course you'd figure the beds into it."

[mrsklover]

Richie barks a surprised laugh. "Me? Morale officer? You all are in a lot of shit if that's the case." But he supposes he can see it. He had to give pep talks before. Gave one to Eddie too right before shit went south. Maybe he was good at this?

"I'm just excited for all the extra room, man. Get to be a starfish. The Agrii must know and love me to allow me such a pleasure. Clearly the best proof that we're killing it as Heroes."

[plate_builder]

"You're good for my morale at least," he admits with a pleased sigh. This is something pleasant, actually. Having someone care about his feelings.

"Starfish, huh?"

Reeve wants to laugh.

"Does that mean I shouldn't visit?"

[mrsklover]

"Hmm..." Richie leans in to press a kiss to Reeve's smiling lips. "Just try to stay away, sweetheart. If you're able to do that then I've been doing a real shitty job lately."

[plate_builder]

"And you have been anything but shitty," he agrees with a smile. "I suppose, in light of the points you have made, perhaps this place is not so bad."

Though it does suck to be trapped. Space was never his dream.

[mrsklover]

"It's gonna be alright at least for now. We have a good crew of folk here. I have you, Mini, and York to bother if I get bored. And we also have that weird, ominous warning to ponder over!"

Richie pecks Reeve's cheek and offers a hopeful grin. "Your foul mood fly away? Get it? Foul...Fowl..."

II. Belly of the Beast

[winsomelosesome]

The guy with the cat and the awesome beard. He certainly looked like her target, though it wasn't what Jan had expected from Tony's description. Or at least...the cat wasn't. It was still far and away from the strangest thing Jan had ever seen, and she smirked at the sass before approaching with a curious smile.

"Someone's busy all ready. What are you two working on?" How she was ever going to turn things around to complete her dare she had no idea.

[plate_builder]

A woman's voice, one unfamiliar and clearly directed at him, as Mini's head turning toward Jan. Reeve's fingers continue to work at securing the panel, though in truth at the moment he's also sharing Mini's vision, just a little.

"Good day, ma'am," Mini says, jumping down from Reeve's shoulder. He lands with a heavy, almost clunking sound, before sweeping a bow before her. Has to work to keep his crown on, but hey, the little one is vaguely fashionable.

"Circuitry diagrams," Reeve answered once the panel was secure and he could turn to face her. He offers a warm smile and mimics the feline's bow, but with far more poise to it. Like someone who was used to such degrees of formality. "I fear we have not met before this, as I am certain I would remember. Reeve Tuesti, at your service."

[winsomelosesome]

The bow has Jan arching an amused brow, and she offers a small curtsy in turn.

"Good day to you," she replies easily, a flirtatious smile lifting from Mini up to Reeve and settling there. She shakes her head softly as she straightens. "We haven't had the pleasure," she agrees, "Janet Van Dyne. I hope I'm not interrupting?"

[plate_builder]

Janet Van Dyne, yes definite a name he is not familiar with.

"While I would not call your presence an interruption as this is mostly a task meant to keep my mind occupied. Therefore it is of no consequence to set it aside for conversation."

Mini shoots a brief look up at Reeve. And, true to form, looks back to Jan but with his tail lashing in annoyance. There was something here annoying him and it was most definitely Reeve's behavior.

[winsomelosesome]

"That's a welcome surprise. I feel like I know a lot of men like you just from my first impression, and they are all nearly impossible to tear from their work," she laments with a pleased smile for Reeve.

Mini's tail draws her attention and her head tilts, frowning slightly. "Did I say something wrong?" she asks him directly.

[plate_builder]

Oh dear.

"It seems you have taken me in at a glance," he admits with an acknowledging tilt of his head. "And please, do not mind him. He's..."

Mini's smile bears little teeth, as if in challenge.

"A difficult child at some times when it comes to protecting what he sees as my honor."

"Well ya can be a wee bit easily distracted," Mini snarks at Reeve.

[winsomelosesome]

There's a laugh and Jan smiles, "I was married to one of them, so...it's an easy read for me," she assures.

She looks amused at Mini snark. "Have I tarnished your honor all ready? That's fast, even for me. Forgive me."

[plate_builder]

Married to someone like that? Oh but does he ever cringe in sympathy. Men like him are not well suited to properly supporting a partner. And he knows it. The poor thing.

"Please feel free to ignore him," Reeve says. "He is not always the most respectful, and you truly are not doing anything to my honor."

Mini's tail still lashed and he looked up at Jan.

"Is there anythin' Reeve can be doin' fa ya, Miss?"

[winsomelosesome]

"How can I ignore someone so cute?" Jan indulges with a laugh. Then she winces and gives an awkward smile. "There iiiiiss. There's something I need. And I can't explain why, but I promise it's for...very honorable reasons," she starts carefully.

[plate_builder]

Mini does seem a bit pleased to be called cute. So his annoyance is turned toward Reeve now.

"Well, if there is a way I can help you, I'll be happy for it," Reeve says with a nod.

Or he's going to be very upset very shortly.

[winsomelosesome]

"It-....requires me to borrow an item of clothing," Jan continues carefully, head canting in a way that usually tends to get her what she wants, no matter how outrageous the ask.

"A specific item." Her gaze dropped down towards Reeve's crotch, and she bit at her lip. "Very honorable reasons," she reminded hopefully.

[plate_builder]

Borrowing a... Reeve follows her gaze and then sighs. In fact, his fingers come up to massage his temples. There's only one thing that could cause this. And that knowledge means this ask is outrageous enough for him to not just jump to obey.

"Why in the world could Tony want my underwear."

Because literally he cannot fathom someone else.