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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
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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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The reactions on the younger Reeve's face are... multiple. Confusion. Pride. Relief. They all warred on his face and there were a few chuckles around the table, some mean spirited, others merely amused.
"Mister Tuesti, are you aware that the current head of your department is retiring for medical reasons?" President Shinra continued.
"Yes sir. He will be sorely missed. His work with..."
"You will be his replacement."
The culture of walking right over anything important Reeve had to say had apparently started quickly. And he's left staring in open shock, his mouth hanging open.
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The scene playing out in front of Cloud makes him feel a bit uneasy. Cloud's been in these situations before with his unit or within Shinra when he went for his SOLDIER screening. They were truly brutal in their ways. Cloud frowns as Reeve tries to speak for his previous department head.
He dislikes how this is going seeing something similar before with Reeve trying to speak up for the city damages. Cloud knew he was a good man, a good smart man that most likely achieved a goal he always wanted. Anyone would be jealous of that.
"How did you put up with their behavior? Is it a city thing?" Cloud would always be confused by that. He tried to do his best to fit in somewhere himself.
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He gets it. He's had this conversation back home. And if Cloud doesn't remember that... it really is different worlds.
"If they knew what I could do, they would give me to Hojo, Cloud. My life would literally over. But I stayed for the people.
"Sir, I'm not certain..." young-Reeve started to say, only to be cut off again.
"Are you suggesting that you do not want the position?" President Shinra asked, his eyes narrowed.
"No sir," Reeve says, stepping forward. "I'll take the position."
"Then sit. We've got real business to get to."
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"You're a good man for wanting to stay for the people knowing the risk. Not many others would have done that." As the young-Reeve chimes in he tries to remain focused on the memory.
Cloud watches as Reeve taking up the position before any confusion could be done and he waits for him to sit as the President had directed.
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Younger-Reeve walks around the room and takes the seat and he sighs.
"Now, for the first order of business..."
CLearly the man is going to get plowed over, and the young man was thus going to experience his first board meeting. And with that they were back in Reeve's office.
"I was scared Hojo was going to notice me," Reeve admits. "Cait Sith... he's not a robot. He's magic. I gave him a soul. Imagine what Shinra would do with my magic and Scarlet's robots?"
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He steps away from the chair then while focusing his attention on Reeve. "Cait Sith has a personality to him." There's a small smile at that, he knows that Cait Sith means well. His expression then turns a bit more serious. "They would be able to use them to take over what they want."
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He gestured toward a wall where the door out had returned. "You can go now, if you wish."
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He slowly starts to head towards the door while looking back over at Reeve. "I'm sure we'll be able to talk about certain topics better out there." It would be more personal too. He doesn't want to glance at something that his friend doesn't want to relive again either.
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And what more can he say beyond that?
"You're a good friend."
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Cloud opens the door while looking back over to Reeve.
"You are too." He'll walk out then as long as the room will let him.
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