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Vacations Aren't My Cup Of Coffee

WHO: Reeve Tuesti, OTA
WHERE: Risa
WHAT: Vacation? But he's only just arrived!
WHEN: During the Risa Visit
WARNINGS: None

Steam Pools

This isn't the first hotspring like thing that Reeve's experienced. In fact, he had grown quite familiar with them. They had been part of life in the Village, and he'd made many a friend walking all the way to the hotsprings, stripping down, and slipping into the waters. For now, though, he was just welcoming the familiar warmth after two days in that strange city. A means to get clean is nice.

When another joins him the man offers a warm and welcoming smile. This, after all, is familiar.

"Good day. Nothing quite like this, right? Beautiful."

The Markets

There is only so much time one can spend relaxing. And knowing that there was a chance that what was acquired here could be taken back, Reeve intended to indulge in the ability to shop. It didn't seem, from what little he had seen in Temba, that there were care packages often sent to the people kidnapped to that place. Not like the boxes of wine or drafting tools or clothes that Reeve had grown used to. So he takes his tour through the city with these 'credits' he had heard they had while here, and moves through the markets.

"Excuse me," he says to the nearest person as he comes out of yet another shop without satisfaction. "Have you any knowledge of a place around here with art supplies?"

Something tells him a resort planet won't have drafting tools.

Poolside Study

In the end, Reeve must do the best he can with the time given him in this place. And, given what he had experienced the last place like this that he had been before this, well... He supposes there isn't a harm in starting with a touch of relaxation. And thus Reeve found himself settled at the side of a pool, under an umbrella, with a wide brimmed hat on to shelter his face. The lounge chair is comfortable, and he has a large sketchpad out on his lap. His drink is abandoned at his side. Already he's managed a pretty fair sketch of the abandoned shops in Temba, and is clearly working on some ideas for reworking the inside to be workshops and residences. He's good like that.

And so enraptured in his work that it would take nothing short of someone bumping him or splashing him to stir him from his work.

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Jon wants to feel bad, but much rather finds himself fascinated. Not merely an architect and engineer, but also robots? Speak about talent. And while Jon's initial interest about the other man's expertise in architecture naturally fell back to everything Jon has been learning about Robert Smirke, that mental connection is being pushed aside. For now.

"World restoration..." Jon repeats instead, looking over and keeping more of a thoughtful tone rather than outright inquiring when making his own assumption a suggestion "Agra 10."

Oh. Reeve stops, and he smiles.

"Ah, meeting a feel... guest of their kind graces," Reeve muses. "How interesting. But I admit, this is not my first instance of these... unwilling projects. But there are many things I might do here, and I will not deny what skill I have to them."

"You are saying that as if it were normal for a planet to get utterly destroyed only to kidnap people from other planets to rebuild them." Jon says with a grimace of disbelief. If this were a thing, shouldn't there be statements of such experiences in the institute? He has read and recorded thousands of them and can put names and case file names to every single one of them, but he does not recall to have ever encountered a case of being kidnapped onto an unknown planet. Wouldn't people come in to report that sort of thing?

Shaking his head against those thoughts, Jon sighs.

"At least it appears they don't exclusively kidnap people that are useless for the task." There's a short pause. "I'm Jonathan Sims, by the way."

"I don't know that it's normal," Reeve admits. "The last place, the Village, I don't think it needed us. It was studying us. Very different. But I'm in the process of rebuilding my world. Temba will be harder, with no people to assist. But the city has more infrastructure intact than I expected. Or so my brief overview said. So..."

He has to hope he isn't completely useless. Only moderately so.

He offers a hand over Mr. Sims.

"Reeve Tuesti. It is a pleasure to meet a compatriot."

Jon accepts the hand with a nod "The pleasure is mine. And while I doubt you will be alone at rebuilding Temba, I don't think I can claim to expect much help if it comes to building anything. The last time I held a tool I... Well. I destroyed a table. Which turned out to have been a terrible idea." And his assistant never returned that axe to him.

Though something else has caught his attention and Jon does incline his head in an interested way "Would you be willing to tell me what happened to your world?"

He isn't asking directly about what happened, so in theory the other man should be well able to simply deny the request. At least that's what Jon hopes.

"Depending on the tool, destroying the table may have been your purpose. But I do respect your point."

He definitely chuckled in amusement at that suggestion that the man can't be used for anything. Trust him, if Reeve needed to and Jon offered, he'd find a thing for the man to do that wasn't destructive.

As for the question... It brings Reeve to a stop and he frowns.

"I think I would prefer you not to dislike me for what it would say about me."

"Well, it was intended, I'll admit that." Jon replies "But I didn't think that through. At all. It nearly killed me." At least the Not Them he released made a valid attempt at it. Jon still has the tapes.

"No, I... I think I'll try doing some research on them. The Agrii, I mean. Their culture and... Maybe I can gain some insight in what they even expect of a new city. What their needs are. I've spend five years in research and I think I can still do that even outside of a library." Though of course he would prefer a library.

He then looks over to Reeve for a moment, contemplating where to put in that comment, before simply raising a brow "I don't think I'm in any position to judge anyone for their actions, to be fair. Though I will admit that I'm curious now."

"I am not certain that they are aware of what their needs are. For the city to be in the state that it is, they have been gone for a very long time."

Given the materials of construction, Reeve wouldn't be surprised if the people had been gone for generations. Those that are gone that long may not know, any longer, what a city looks like. Just their ship. Though Reeve would ADORE a library, to try and make things to their desires and needs.

"Curiosity, as they say, killed the cat," Reeve counters, with the tone of a man who was used to living by that adage.

"If they forgot themselves, then just the more reason for us to try and figure them out by what they have left behind." So far he at least knows for relative certain that their kidnappers must be tall. Or have long legs. As some of the stairs they left behind gave him a bit of a troublesome climb. Jon is well aware that he isn't a tall man, but Jon still likes to consider himself somewhat average in height. And yet reaching the first floor of the one building he explored proved to be... Interesting.

Reeve's last comment earns the man the hint of a grim smirk "Curiosity certainly tried. More than once. And when it came close... I chose to live." He chose to change. And to this day Jon isn't sure if he has made the right decision.

Right now, however, he doesn't give it much thought, his need to know getting the better of him as his gaze fixates on the other man and he makes a slow, very deliberate demand "Now, tell me. What happened?"

Oh Jon, haven't you been up tens of floors yet? Dear man, work those thighs. He does have a mental pause at the idea that the man is putting himself into the position of the cat. Strange. Very strange.

Then there is the question, and for all that Reeve doesn't want to say it, he's opening his mouth.

"I nearly killed my planet. Before I created the process to refine and improve on burning mako for power systems the consumption rates were far lower. Because of my work we burned the very lifeblood of the Planet, we left the ground rotted and dying, the Planet on the path to being consumed. And therein I left enough gaping wounds in the planet to render it vulnerable to Jenova and Sephiroth. I served an evil corporation because I was too foolish to understand what was happening. I was an instrument of mass destruction and wouldn't see it. And now I live my life trying to restore the very world I had so great a hand in nearly killing."

Of course he considers himself the cat. He likes cats. And he's well aware that he tends to be too curious for his own good at times. But that's just another aspect of the Eye, isn't it.

Jon remains silent as he listens intently to the answer he receives. The concept of a planet as a living being is an unfamiliar one, but it does make the phrasing of nearly killing it understandable. It's a foreign world for certain. Different from his own.

There may not be an account of actual terror in this brief answer, and yet Jon can see how this scenario of careless destruction would feed into the Desolation. The powers of dread may not be manifesting in Reeve's world as they do on Jon's, but still he doesn't doubt that the people there share the same primordial fears.

From the man himself, though, Jon senses mostly guilt.

"Interesting." He says, once Reeve finishes "It is admirable that you decide to take responsibility even though I would hardly blame the fate of your planet solely on your actions."

At least they are both cat men? Though Reeve misses his own. Well, as much as Cait Sith could be considered a cat.

Still, he's frowning when Jon speaks, confused. Why... did he share that so freely? It had taken time in the village to admit that, and he had admitted it to so few people. This man he barely knew at all.

"Solely, no. But I had a very large hand in it."

If Jon notices the frown, he opts to ignore it. Mentally he is pondering just what a statement of someone not directly involved but directly affected by all of this might look like. Certainly less guilt, but more filled with dread.

It's hard to think of it without acknowledging his hunger.

"You didn't know the consequences your actions would bring. No one of us can see into the future." Jon says, making a genuine effort to sound understanding. He doesn't usually comfort people or offer much in regards of reassurance, but this man clearly regrets his actions, so Jon will at least try.

"From what I can tell your intentions were to do good. You didn't plan to weaken your planet or have it... Attacked?" It sounded like it was attacked.

Had he but known Reeve would have put his efforts instead int very different means of power. So Jon is correct. That didn't change what he had done.

"Jenova. The calamity from the skies. The had mostly been contained by the Planet before.. Well, before a mad scientist created a child from her DNA."

The calamity from the skies... Jon can't help but look up at those words, partially expecting to see a massive eye covering most of it and partially reminding himself that this only happens in his dreams. Though he can't help but wonder - And scowl deeply at Reeve's words.

"So just another fool meddling with powers he could neither understand nor control. Why does this keep happening again?" There's a sharpness to his tone and clear disapproval. The artifact storage is filled with the remains of dozens such stories. Jon harbors a certain disdain reserved for morons who believe these artifacts can simply be used without repercussions.

Fortunately none of them have destroyed Earth. Yet. But that still seems to be the job of the rituals.

Though it is then that his eyes catch something not too far ahead and he points ahead, actually looking a little surprised himself "There. That's the store." And truth be told, it doesn't really look like an art supply store from the outside. More like a toy store, really.

A store with stuffed animals in the window? Including a black and white creature that looks vaguely like a humanoid cat. Oh Reeve’s going in there one way or another, his eyes lighting up.

“Oh my. I don’t think it’s going to have what I need, but I must have the toy. Thank you very much for your assistance, sir.”

HE’s going to have that little stuffed animal out and acting in very short order here.

Jon won't enter the store himself, his eyes resting on a small display of dolls, though. Luckily they don't move.

"You want to check further in the back." he pints out without shifting his attention away "Down the stairs. They have the art supplies down there. I hope you find what you seek."

And he does turn away then, grasping his tape recorder in one hand and willing all his focus on the device. There are some thoughts he needs recorded and he is certain Reeve will be able to find his way around from there.

"Thank you, Jon. May your time here be kind to you."

And that's about as much as he can say about it. With the man already heading off it's not like Reeve has anything to do except keep moving.

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