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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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"When you wake from this, you should come by my room. Or I suppose I could come by yours."
Because he wouldn't mind lazing away the 'morning' hours with a more thorough experience with Tony's body than he had before.
But regret? He doesn't show any before pressing forward to offer a light, teasing kiss to those lips. Light as the touch of a thought perhaps?
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"No, it doesn't," Reeve shrugs. "But it's not like we can do anything here. I'm frankly shocked I can touch you."
Reeve shudders at the very thought of the bunker they were in. It was beyond demoralizing. It was frightening. Soul breaking to feel so trapped. He had been in worse locals for longer, but he accepts it. All he can do is survive.
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Wait...
"Should we... see what the limits of this place really are? Or we could just offer you a second memory. My mind seems to require two for actual freedom from it. Or time. Some people go the time method. That said, I'm certain I have something quick and frivolous to enjoy. Maybe a chocobo ride?"
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"If you put me on a big chicken I will scoop out your brains myself," he said, at least very confident about that personal limit. That Reeve didn't even know the comparable dignity of a horse was disturbing, someone was going to have to draw him a picture or something--Cayde could be enlisted for this important lesson. Pushing up from the seat before Reeve could recommend anything else humiliating, Tony leaned over the desk again to peruse the sketches and watch the monitors, much more interested in what Reeve's work might have to offer than any more rustic farming activities.
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"Chocobos aren't big chickens. But I understand the reluctance. Not everyone is comfortable with them. Still..."
Tony's clearly trying to get a look at the monitor and he smiles.
"You know, if you sit in my lap in this chair, I doubt you'll trigger the memories. Those only seem to come for people who touch it. You'd have a far better view of the diagrams of Midgar that way."
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Touching the chair. And just like that, than they're not in Reeve's office. Instead they're standing near the door at the far end of the Shinra Executive Board room. And it's a very full meeting, every chair but one filled with people very many years from Reeve's past. But familiar enough for the Reeve at Cayde's side to look half disgusted. There's younger Palmer, still fat and with hair and in that horrid yellow suit. Heidegger in green has less of a paunch, no facial hair, and actually looked the military man he claimed to be. Scarlet... still looks like a woman trying to win a wealthy husband, with her revealingly cut dress, but there's less sag and plastic surgery to go with it. Another version of Reeve, perhaps a few years older than in the last memory, stands near the foot of the table, opposite President Shinra.
From there the table is even more filled, with an older man in a black suit from whom Reeve clearly takes some presentation cues from, from the manner the man kept his hair to the specific brand of his suit. There's another man, unremarkable and prim looking in a violet suit, at whose side sits a boy, maybe fourteen, with silver hair and in what is very clearly a military uniform, what with the armor over his shoulders. Near him was an undeniably creepy looking scientist. But really, the attention was all either on the man at the head of the table and the boy at his side that was clearly his son, or at the younger form of Reeve.
A very, very young Reeve who looked very, very nervous. The younger Reeve shifts nervously from foot to foot, and the tension is overwhelming.
"Mister Tuesti, do you know why you were called here today?" President Shinra asked, and Reeve watches himself look at the floor nervously.
"No sir."
And the President is nodding to then-Reeve.
"Your work has been brought to my attention frequently, these last months, young Mister Tuesti. And I must say..."
The pause is weighty.
"I'm impressed."
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.
"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."
"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. Luckily they are spared the rest of the meeting, thought the President does drone on for bit while the others present look at Reeve in disapproval or curiosity or not at all.
And when it's all over, it's the chair again, Reeve frowning up at Tony and then beyond him to the door in the office, offering Tony an out.
"I'm getting really bored of remembering that particular scene."
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“The blonde bear the head of the table was Rufus,” he said, his fingers sliding up Tony’s thighs. “the only legitimate son of President Shinra and his heir. He was indoctrinated into the company early, and can be hard to work with. The other is... was Sephiroth. Before everything.”
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wow autocorrect. Boy not bear.
"Oh it's worse than that. The President later hired one of his bastard sons to replace the man in purple. And that man, as well as Rufus, both tried to assassinate their father to take over. It was a mess. Horrible."
He tries not to yelp when the chair gets pulled, and smiles when Tony looks toward the monitors, showing the city in various states of design and progress. Sometimes it's buildings peeled away to show under-workings. Sometimes it's power grids. So many things.
"In my department? Only the man whose head I was promoted over hated me for it. He left the company. The others... They looked up to me. I didn't understand why. Perhaps they recognized how good I was. Perhaps it was how eager I was to do well. But I was just terrified they would find out about my magic and the things that would happen for it."
Then there was the hand, reaching out past him, touching the monitor. Not a touch screen, sadly. But the touch takes them away from the room again. Instead they stand in a large, clearly corporate style lounge, with towering glass windows. Sure, there is also some nice minimalist modern furniture, coffee tables, fake potted plants, but other than that, most of the place was clearly built around elevator banks behind them, and a sprawling view of a city beyond the glass and far below. Forty some floors below. The city is bathed in early morning light and from this high it wasn't easy to see much more than a sprawl of buildings.
And next to Tony stood Reeve, younger, free of some of the wrinkles. Perhaps Tony's age, perhaps a few years younger. Still older than the one in the conference room, and with a mass of files tucked under his arm as his eyes turned toward a section of the city that was clearly incomplete, given it was tons of exposed girders and pipes and the like of the plate. If one looked hard enough, they'd even see something far below even that. The slums.
"Welcome to Midgar," the younger Reeve mused, before turning his attention to Tony. He's dressed in a very sharp, clearly fashionable suit. Reeve from a point in time when he cared more about the power that came with looking sharp and fashionable. Better than the younger employee Reeve in quality, and yet higher quality materials than even Reeve had worn in the office space, the more modern Reeve. "You really just like letting your hands explore everything, don't you?"
bear now, small blonde bear, CEO
Nah. He's too sleek to be a bear.
"Oh yes, definitely fighting trim, so to speak. This is in the prime of the value of my department in Shinra's eyes. The ongoing project. Before the structural failure of the in-progress sector six. The other side of the building's views would show the city still under construction in some areas."
He moves to walk along the windows, smiling cheerfully at the view.
"Consider it less my hands building the whole thing. More... guiding it. I could take you down into parts of the city, I think. There's... something different about this memory. I can almost feel it. Life if I opened the right door I'd be out on the streets in Sector Four, near Loveless Avenue. Or if I summoned an elevator, I'd be near the university in Sector Three."
He moved along the glass, his free hand trailing over it, looking out at his city with pride.
"The more I hear about other worlds, the more I wonder. What could I have made with clean energy sources? What could I have wrought if I had the funding and a board who supported my vision? But this occupied me well enough until the city was destroyed. It's a bit much, even with my department, to plan out all the structures one needs to build a city of this scale. But the city itself started as a series of company towns down on the ground, before I was even born. The plates project, Midgar as it stands in this moment, is three hundred meters above the ground. Constant work crews rotating in an out at all hours... It was a masterpiece."
And a nightmare. He smiles back over his shoulder at Tony. A bright, flashing, hopeful smile. One like Reeve was prone to in those days, before he shut down, closed himself off, lost his hope. Before he was crushed under the machines of the company.
"Would you believe that I designed this while also working on a degree in yet another discipline? Engineering, architecture, city planning, and finally materials science. Most of my robotics work didn't come from a degree, but rather a brief fling with a woman that worked in weapon's dev."
Perhaps he wasn't a genius like Stark, he wasn't a futurist, but Reeve was absolutely experienced in many fields, and the ones he chose fit together like a matching tie and vest picked to go with the perfect suit.
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They wanted their perfect little heaven, and Reeve hated it. But the work had to be done, and if it was going to be done, he wanted it done right, to best serve the community they were making. And by the end Midgar had been more than Shinra's powerbase. It had been its own world, all unto itself. Or it had been in some ways.
Reeve keeps moving along the glass until they reached a sealed door, one clearly leading out onto a balcony. One that was locked, but the lock gave way with an audible click as Reeve approached it.
"The view out here is better. More organic, as it were."
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Tony gave money as a philanthropist. Reeve gave his heart and soul as something not so different. Plus, of course, he wanted to learn it properly. Out on the balcony he lets his hand sweep over the view down below, and then turns to Tony.
"At this point in my life I was working on city planning. I needed to know it all, know it properly, to do this. To make sure I was doing it right. A city is like... it's like a computer. Every piece matters, and you have to put them in the right places. Things fit together the right way."
His fingers trace the lines of roads, the wires that deliver the energy, the hidden pipes of water. They dot over places he knows are police stations, military outposts, fire stations. Glance over schools and arts and stores.
"If you don't understand how to put all the wires in the right places, then you make a mess, things don't work well. You solder the ground line onto the wrong contact point on the motherboard, and nothing works."
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"How'd that work out for you?" he muttered, knowing that wasn't entirely fair. He knew better than anyone else Reeve might have stood on this balcony with about the cost of short-sighted company goals, and how easy it was to see once you were out on the other side of them, and Tony didn't even have the excuse of following orders from the top. He pushed up straighter, off of his elbows and onto his hands on the railing, to look over to Reeve and ask, "Are you rebuilding it the same?"
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"The people that had access, that were allowed to use the plates? They were happy, I think. But..."
Rebuilding. The very concept brought to mind the destruction and the sky above them grew dark, then clouded with red light as the massive form of Meteor hung in the air above them. It was falling, and as it did so the pressure, the magical energy, was kicking up lightning and crimson tornadoes, tearing up the city. Reeve had, by then, been evacuating the city, moving everyone into the slums to save as many lives as he could. So this was never a view he'd truly seen. Just one he was extrapolating. And it wasn't young Reeve at Tony's side anymore. Just an older, wearier man, one in some ways older than even the Reeve Tony knew. It came from the weight of knowing nothing had been enough. He had, in the time since Meteorfall, recovered some of his strength. Some of his hope. But not all of it.
"The damage Meteor did after Sephiroth summoned it to destroy the world was too extensive. Between that, the damage it did to the mako reactors leading to hazardous conditions in the city, structural instabilities, and a loathing of Shinra as a general sentiment, Midgar was abandoned.
Around them the chaos of magically-enhanced natural disaster reigned, yet no lick of wind touched them, leaving them free of it. Crimson, only crimson dominated the sky as the massive rock above them continued a slow, inexorable pull downwards, defying all traditional laws of gravity. Then blue, surging toward them in a pulse, rushing under the massive rock and holding above the city like a shield. Blue and red warring, the energies further damaging all around it until the Meteor started to push through even that. All was doomed.
Which was when tendrils of green started to fill the air. Small things, like strings growing to cords, growing to cables, growing to whole rivers and vines of it, meandering through the air. The Lifestream, freed and acting, the spirit of the planet itself fighting back at the invasion.
"The end of Midgar. After this..."
Well, they had good seats to it, he had to admit.
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That was what he had been burning.
"My magic is... far less than this. Far, far less, and I'm rather skilled."
The mixed lights begin to swell and Reeve moves, standing in front of Tony and pulling the man closer, pulling his head down against Reeve's shoulder to shelter him from the overwhelming white out of light and the explosive noise. This time winds rushed past them, and when he released Tony...
When he released Tony, it wasn't the same view before him, or world around him. The balcony might seem less stable, though it held with no issue. Midgar was in ruins, no matter how you looked at it.
Not that there wasn't hope. From this angle you could see it, just barely, stretching out beyond the distant rim of the city. Edge, the city that rose up after. Far less structured, far less controlled. Natural.
"I'm only a consultant on some matters with Edge. The WRO volunteers to help however we can. But at the moment, no, there are no intentions to rebuild the monster that was Midgar."
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"I thought you were the boss now," he said--the assassination attempts, that stuff, it wasn't fitting in to that picture yet. "What happened to putting the pieces in the right places?"
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