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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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The description of Reeve's truly weird matryoshka of selves made Tony snort, but he was quick to catch on, "Like an LMD," with a nod of acceptance for the plotting. It didn't make a ton of sense that Reeve's magic had a size limit to Tony, and he had to ask, "Do bigger things have bigger souls?," but he was in some way glad that Reeve couldn't make independent clones of himself. "There's no way you would have done that," he did say confidently. "They're supposed to take bullets for you. That's a psychological nightmare, I'm already concerned that you got that far and put the little guy in there. Do you not like him as much as Mini? Don't worry, I won't tell either of them you play favourites, everyone has a favourite child."
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"Yes, they do. After all, they are pieces of the Lifestream, filling up the thing. So larger souls for larger and more complex lifeforms. But don't be worried for Cait Sith. He's far more durable than Mini is."
And for a moment there's a flicker at his side, a fully articulated and moving feline, tail flicking, head tilting as it considered Tony. Cait Sith, his son, his creation. Missed but not present.
"And Cait Sith agreed to the risk. I maintain a number of duplicate forms to transfer him into in case of serious damage. Cait and I are a team at this point. He's been with me for four years in various forms, and given the little guy has fought dragons and helped save the world, he'd a little less worried about bullet wounds."
Of course he loves Cait. Cait had his own life, though, and the cat had agreed to help protect him.
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"Yeah, you guys and dragons, you've got a real dragon problem," he at least acknowledged as he dropped his head to eyeball Cait Sith skeptically. "So, you're still just manipulating this lifestream, but that's somehow different than using it for energy," he had to lay out, just one more problem with how Reeve's nonsense worked. "And that means that the planet that we're on--that means Risa must have a lifestream, too. Unless-- you're drawing it from your planet." Two theories, one making Cloud's trepidation about using the crystal rods more reasonable, and the other linking them directly, Tony thought, back to Reeve's planet--a connection that had to be useful.
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"We do, but they're mostly contained, thankfully. But I... suppose I am manipulating the lifestream. I wish I knew how. But if that's true, if I'm tapping into something here..."
Reeve shudders and the world around them shakes and shatters like glass, leaving them back in Reeve's office, back in that chair with Tony leaning over Reeve. Fun.
"I hope it's drawing on Gaia and what it gives me."
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"Of course. You deserve a bit of rest, right? The door is what you need."