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WHO: Reeve Tuesti, OTA
WHERE: Around Agrii Ship
WHAT: The Trip Home, Planning for Temba, and the Adventures of Mini-C (Early Sept Catch All)
WHEN: Journey back to Agra 10
WARNINGS: N/A I hope

A. Peanut Butter Jelly Time | Mess Hall | OTA

Reeve had a dirty little secret, one that had him returning to the Mess Hall with a strange regularity for a man who often forgot meal times. He was a man of expensive restaurants, Wutain and Mideelese takeout, and aged bourbons. He was a man who had once grown up on a farm, so most of his food was so fresh that it had been on the plant the day before. He was a man who stayed up late and lived by the liter of coffee.

Reeve Tuesti's dirty little secret?

He loved peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. Judge him all you would, but while others might find the sandwiches jarringly discordant, looking like one thing and tasting like another, Reeve loved it. Currently he was seated at a mess table while Mini-C played with Agrii another table over, halfway through his second sandwich. The first one had looked like a grilled cheese. This one looked like and had the consistency of a chocobo salad sandwich. And damn if he doesn't look half blissed out as he takes another bite.

"I need to ask the Agrii to leave us a supply of whatever they make these sandwiches from," he mused aloud. Damn, now if only he could have a milk shake of this!

B. Engineering Marvels | Engine Room | OTA

The engine was beautiful. Reeve had been staring at it for an hour now, looking at the data that was darting over a number of screens, wishing he could read it. But mostly, he was marveling. If there was technology like this on his world, Mako never would have been a thing. If there was energy like this readily available in Temba, they could all live more comfortably. If there were engines like this on their ships, they could probably go a bit faster.

None of which mattered now, he supposed. What mattered was understanding it. And in the moment, he supposed he had to act. With a sigh he pushed off of the wall that he'd been watching the Agrii from, and almost immediately one of them approached him and offered over a belt with tools like they had. Of course they would do that.

The people were strangely considerate for beings that had kidnapped them and put them into a lot of trouble.

"Thank you," he said, knowing they would understand. He gestured for Mini to stay back, worried that the doll would get himself into trouble, before advancing on the engine core. Not the one they had before, from his understanding. Of course, his attention wasn't on the core itself just yet. Instead he opened a panel near it and lowered himself into the recessed space filled with all sorts of cables, wires, junction boxes, and the like.

"Cid would be so jealous of me right now. I wish I would remember the story to tell him," he laughed, shaking his head.

And then, of the room in general, he posed a question. "Anyone got a flash light? The backup light in the space that should come on when the panel is off seems busted. Guess we should start with replacing that."

C. Adventure Time | Halls near the Green Room | OTA

There is a downside to being a inanimate object given a soul by someone with weird magic. The downside was that humans had to sleep. Living beings had to sleep. Mini-C? Just a doll with a soul. He didn't have to sleep. So when his companion had fallen asleep in a corner of the green room with a bench, not even bothered by the Agrii that kept slipping in to look at him, well, Mini had to find something to do. Sure, it was nice sometimes to be there when Reeve needed him, snuggling in to keep his maker from being trapped in his nightmares, but that wasn't needed on naps.

Which was why Mini had toddled out of the Green room. The Agrii were of course interested in the doll, how could they not be? But they learned quick, Mini was learning. All he had to do was hop and point toward door controls and they would chatter happily amongst themselves before opening the door for him. It was really easy.

That, of course, was how Mini came to be wandering in the halls outside of the Green room, poking around and exploring. And, in this moment, trying to force open a panel. Which was hard, when his little paws had no leverage.

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"Your mask. At that lovely ball in your head. Red and gold. I assumed the colors had relevance. And since you mentioned one..."

His mind inherently went to the other.

"No, I am not aware of the Avengers," Reeve admits. Tony is the only one from his world that Reeve has spoken to with any regularity. "Truthfully, Tony, you know far more of me than I do of you."

"Oh." Tony was frozen for a moment, mouth shaped around that realization, right, the mask, he hadn't really thought about that, it was just there, in his head. It was hard to recall immediately, the whole experience a difficult to pin down dream, what else he might have revealed there without realizing it. Fact was, that Reeve didn't know so much about Tony was mostly by design, and Reeve never seemed that interested so it wasn't a particularly strong armor that Tony had built; he wasn't as prepared as he should have been, then, to bluster his way through this conversation.

The Avengers, at least, were always easy to talk about. Skipping over the mask, and brightening just for the opportunity, Tony asked, "You haven't met Steve yet? He's--the big blonde, and Bucky, the one we found with Cloud. They're both part of a team called the Avengers. And the kids--you know, Tommy, and his brother--god, you really don't talk to anyone, we need to get you out more. Okay. The Avengers are a team of superheroes who came together to handle the problems no one of them could solve on their own. Every one of them is extraordinary, and have sacrificed their lives to this cause, so--so I do what I can, there's not many people who are in the position to bankroll a project like that."

Nope, none of those names really spark a sign of recognition in Reeve beyond a passing 'I've heard the name.'

"Bankroll? I'm shocked to hear that a man such as yourself would not wish involved. Though I suppose it would be something that would put you at horrible risk. Geniuses don't always mesh with the throwing punches crowd. Gaia knows I likely would not have had a place among the others had I joined them in person, no matter how good with magic I turned out to be."

And thus Cait Sith had been, well, in some ways his equivalent of the Iron Man armor. His way of being with them when he could not be there himself.

Maybe Reeve was still palm reading a little bit, but Tony could easily bury his defensiveness under a snort and questioning furrow of his brow, because Reeve couldn't just say things like 'a man such as yourself' like Tony was supposed to know what that meant. "Stubborn, or egotistical?" he guessed, but got his answer quickly-- "Oh, vain, sure." Most people would agree that he was vain enough to want to be in that kind of spotlight, but not nearly enough to risk a broken nose; that was obviously why he kept his poor bodyguard in the Iron Man, glory by proxy without having to risk his face. He was still grinning when Reeve had finished and he could explain, "I think I'm involved, they live in my house, I make sure they have everything they need and get to make their gear, what else could a genius ask for?"

It had seemed to Tony in anyone's telling of the tribulations that happened on Reeve's planet, that Reeve had joined them, and he came to the only logical conclusion that he had available to him, "Wait, Mini did all of the adventuring?" Granted, outside of the city being crushed by a meteor incident, he wasn't clear on any of the details.

"Not Mini. Cait Sith. He traveled with them, starting as a spy for Shinra controlled through me, though with a lot of independence. So more Mini's older brother. I've never traveled with my friends, save an incident with Vincent."

He's so sorry that he had never done it. Never stood truly at their side. And that makes Reeve sighs.

"I was isolated from them."

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That was an easy gambit to get back to talking more about Reeve than Tony, but it didn't feel as worth it in the weight of that sigh. Tony took a breath like he had something to say, only to touch his tongue to his lip, not sure how to offer how much he understood that feeling without the better context, and deciding it didn't even matter that he understood. It wasn't like he had a solution. Instead, he nudged the glass of slowly melting mystery treat closer again to Reeve, then turned in his seat to curl a hand over Reeve's shoulder, wrist to his chest, to weigh him down and lean him into the kiss Tony pecked against his temple. "Here you go," he pointed out with a grin, "Another incident." Another chance to maybe not be so isolated this time. "Got all the help you need, right here. I've been known to put on a memorable party. I don't remember most of them, but that's a--I'm working on that."

He pulls the treat closer and frowns at it before looking to Tony.

"Are you suggesting a party?"

How long has it been since he's been to a real party? The arrival back to Temba after Risa doesn't count. He sort of... excited about the idea. How silly was that? Yes, Tony, they could ALL use a party.

Tony hadn't really expected that to go anywhere, rather that Reeve would have begged off elegantly, insisting on his comfort being with intimate meetings with close friends or whatever ornate way he would have to phrase 'hanging out'. That Reeve seemed to engage made Tony raise a curious eyebrow with a lopsided smile as he slouched back in his seat. "We're overdue," he pointed out, in case he did have to sell this any more to Reeve. "Somebody has to show these guys how to put on a real soiree," he continued, tipping his head to indicate the Agrii around them. "And maybe I'll let you lead this time."

Frankly, Reeve will probably linger at the edges anyway. It's just who he was at this point in his life. But the energy would be nice. So he smiles.

"Oh no. I think your arguments over who leads will have to be with Jon, Tony."

He's pretty sure if Tony dances with him, his head will be literally bitten off instead of figuratively this time.

That wasn't a fight that Tony wanted to revisit so soon, so his grin hardened around the edges as he considered his options, and decided that might be his cue to exit. Shifting to the edge of his seat, he said lightly, "Honestly, would be very surprised if he could dance a step, so that wouldn't even be an argument. You still get to lead, old man." With a flash of his fangy smirk and a wink, Tony gave another pat to Reeve's shoulder in farewell and slid out of his seat, already sauntering his way out of the cafeteria when he called back, "I'll send an invitation."

"I'll hold you to it," Reeve sighs as Tony retreats. Yes, he sees it for what it is. And then turns his attention to the treat.

God he misses his friend.

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