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revivalproject2020-06-05 07:04 pm
plate_builder) wrote in revivalproject2020-06-05 07:04 pm
June-July and Calibrations
WHO: Reeve Tuesti, OTA
WHERE: Arriving In Tunnel, Calibrations Waiting Room, Reeve’s Calibration Room
WHAT: The lead up to and time around Calibrations
WHEN: June 2nd to July 10th
WARNINGS: CW: Reeve’s Calibration room may contain references to kidnapping and confinement, including of children
Man and Cat OTA
When they arrive it’s near the end of the thirty-six hour period. There had been much to do for preparation, things to pack, and honestly, he wanted to see the storm as it brewed up. It wasn’t like he’d seen it the first time, having arrived just days after the last blew itself away. But that means the man arrives with quite a bundle in his arms. Packs and papers and the few kits and tools he’s gotten himself from the replicator.
And at his side, a foot and a half tall stuffed animal of a black and white, tuxedo-cat, its own arms wrapped around coiled up papers. Was it possible for a stuffed animal to look proud of itself? Perhaps it should, because it’s got a very smart looking, dark green cape tied around its neck and a whole load of responsibility, so why wouldn’t it be happy?
“Does anyone know how long these storms typically last?” Reeve asks of anyone who comes near. And Mini stops every few steps to readjust the papers. It’s a lot harder to carry things when you don’t have fingers.
Calibrations Waiting Room
here
Calibrations [CW: Referenced (nothing explicitly depicted) kidnapping and confinement, including of children]
It’s not a bedroom, it’s an office. A rather dark one at that, most of the light coming either from the scattering of monitors, some recessed lighting high above, or two lights pointed at the rather oversized Shinra corporate logo behind the desk. The desk itself is cluttered, covered with files and papers and reports. This is clearly the desk of someone far too busy with their life. Someone who isn’t fully organized.
On it there are a few things of notable interest, like architectural reports and diagrams, a few reports on small hinges with one bearing a sticky note of ‘but why would you want them’, and there’s even a box filled with several glowing green and blue orbs. Materia. Further along, in a corner, is a framed picture of a couple that look vaguely like Reeve, his parents no doubt, and Reeve as a boy, all of them smiling in front of what looks like a farm house. The computer monitors scroll through a number of images of Midgar in various stages of being built.
Of course most of that only matters if you didn’t sit in the very comfortable office chair. Hope you like boring board meetings.
Reeve himself lounges on one of the couches in the room, looking tired. Very tired. Like he wishes he could just sleep in peace. But, if engaged, he will indeed talk.
WHERE: Arriving In Tunnel, Calibrations Waiting Room, Reeve’s Calibration Room
WHAT: The lead up to and time around Calibrations
WHEN: June 2nd to July 10th
WARNINGS: CW: Reeve’s Calibration room may contain references to kidnapping and confinement, including of children
Man and Cat OTA
When they arrive it’s near the end of the thirty-six hour period. There had been much to do for preparation, things to pack, and honestly, he wanted to see the storm as it brewed up. It wasn’t like he’d seen it the first time, having arrived just days after the last blew itself away. But that means the man arrives with quite a bundle in his arms. Packs and papers and the few kits and tools he’s gotten himself from the replicator.
And at his side, a foot and a half tall stuffed animal of a black and white, tuxedo-cat, its own arms wrapped around coiled up papers. Was it possible for a stuffed animal to look proud of itself? Perhaps it should, because it’s got a very smart looking, dark green cape tied around its neck and a whole load of responsibility, so why wouldn’t it be happy?
“Does anyone know how long these storms typically last?” Reeve asks of anyone who comes near. And Mini stops every few steps to readjust the papers. It’s a lot harder to carry things when you don’t have fingers.
Calibrations Waiting Room
here
Calibrations [CW: Referenced (nothing explicitly depicted) kidnapping and confinement, including of children]
It’s not a bedroom, it’s an office. A rather dark one at that, most of the light coming either from the scattering of monitors, some recessed lighting high above, or two lights pointed at the rather oversized Shinra corporate logo behind the desk. The desk itself is cluttered, covered with files and papers and reports. This is clearly the desk of someone far too busy with their life. Someone who isn’t fully organized.
On it there are a few things of notable interest, like architectural reports and diagrams, a few reports on small hinges with one bearing a sticky note of ‘but why would you want them’, and there’s even a box filled with several glowing green and blue orbs. Materia. Further along, in a corner, is a framed picture of a couple that look vaguely like Reeve, his parents no doubt, and Reeve as a boy, all of them smiling in front of what looks like a farm house. The computer monitors scroll through a number of images of Midgar in various stages of being built.
Of course most of that only matters if you didn’t sit in the very comfortable office chair. Hope you like boring board meetings.
Reeve himself lounges on one of the couches in the room, looking tired. Very tired. Like he wishes he could just sleep in peace. But, if engaged, he will indeed talk.
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"No, you aren't understanding it at all," Reeve counters, and he goes with the same demonstration he had offered Tony. He rolls up his sleeve and bares his arm to Jon. Taps his veins. "Blood keeps us alive, but it isn't what we are. Mako may be the blood of the planet, but it can't be replenished. That planet has a fixed quanta of life. Or if it can make more, we won't know it for eons. Mako is the planet itself. It's the soul of it, of everything. Yes, if we burn it, the planet will die, but it won't be alike a sickness. It won't be like bleeding it out. It's... taking away the will of the thing."
And that is what makes Reeve so horrible. He shakes his head and leans back in his chair.
"What destroyed Midgar was greed, but that greed had us killing nature around us for many miles. What destroyed Midgar was Meteor. The Lifestream rose up to fight it off, but that doesn't mean it wasn't Meteor that did it."
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"So if you knew what it is and what you were burning... Why?" And yes, Reeve has already given a partial answer to that: Greed. It's always greed, isn't it? But this seems just so... Foolish. Wouldn't it be a remotely logical conclusion that if souls return to a pool of... Souls... That people, beings... Are being born from that resource as well?
It's a thought Jon is mentally circling, yet not voicing out loud, still rounding out some edges on his inner thesis.
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After a moment he shakes his head and stands. Starts to pace even.
"It's forbidden now. No one can deny it."
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But that's a different train of thought. One Jon won't necessarily follow at the moment.
Instead, he takes to slowly cross the office, taking a look around without reaching for anything else. Not after Reeve made it rather clear that he didn't agree with the Archivist touching the materia.
"Is this an accurate depiction of your workplace, then?"
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Even as Jon starts moving the door appears on the far side of the room, a silent statement that he was free to leave, not that Reeve was dismissing him. That would be rude to do to a friend.
"It is an accurate depiction of my office at Shinra, more or less. I haven't been in this office in three years back home.
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The door is being noticed, yet not approached right away. Instead, the Archivist glances up at the big, imposing company logo, which he now assumes reads Shinra. The prominent placement speaks of power. As for the rest...
"It suits you." Taking his attention away from the logo and returning it to Reeve "Elegant, orderly... A place of efficiency." And an underlying tale of success. Which is hardly surprising. Jon has yet to notice a single flaw about this man. Sure, his work has in part led to a disaster, but in the man he has simply done his job well and hadn't known what consequences waited in the future.
Jon's attention is drawn towards the open door and he can't help a small, uneven smile "I believe your office can tell how out of place I feel right now." That, or the architect's mind has decided it has indulged the Archivist long enough. Which... May be fair, yet is nothing that needs to be discussed. So it's the new door Jon turns to and heads towards "Guess it's time to wake up."
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But he nods to Jon, more than content to let the man go.
"Have a good day, Jon. I hope you wake rested, my friend."