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WHO: Reeve, Poe Dameron, Rufus Shinra, Open
WHERE: Temba Restoration Coordination  (Yellow 5), The Deep End (Orange 13)
WHAT: Event Fallout for Reeve, His Boss Arriving, Hiding Out at the Bar
WHEN: June 7th to 12th
WARNINGS: CW: Implied past sexual situation in thread with Rufus; Drinking at the Deep End

1. Talking About What Happened Closed to Poe | Evening of the 7th, Reeve's Office
Reeve hadn't really been big on the idea of sticking around in the Waiting Room when they had awoken. His memories of being stuck in Calibrations were not hte greatest, and he had decided he wasn't going to risk sticking around there. He had grabbed Mini up and headed right out, not daring to question, not waning to linger. There were memories and a life to process and he didn't much like it.

It wasn't until later that night that he reached out to Poe with a message. After quite a bit of thought he had known what the truth was. They had to talk. So he'd sent a message, asking for Poe to meet him in his space. They had to figure things out. He had to figure whether Poe might forgive him for what he'd apparently said and done there.

2. Welcome To Temba, Your Timing Sucks Closed to Rufus | Morning of the 8th, Reeve's Office
The meeting hadn't been a bad one, in Reeve's estimation. Poe was a wonderful companion and he quite liked his time with his boyfriend. A nice talk, a lazy morning afterward, and Reeve had been happy to send the other man off in the morning. He had happily watched Poe slip out after morning coffee together, sitting at Reeve's work table in the front room. Reeve hadn't even bothered to put on much more than his long coat that morning, hadn't bothered to make his bed yet, hadn't even begun to work on the final stages of Mini's upgraded form. Instead he'd sat smiling at the table, his hair ruffled, sipping at the final dregs of his coffee as the door closed, not even paying attention to Mini as the doll worked on sorting through papers on the table top, making sure nothing had been lost in the change of the last month.

So Reeve, most definitely, wasn't expecting someone to show up at his door.

3. Just A Little Drink Open To All | Evenings of the 8th through 12th, The Deep End

Well, that was a thing that had most definitely happened. Reeve didn't know what to do with himself with Rufus here. With Cloud nad VIncent he had known what to do, what his place was with his companions and friends. It was enough for Reeve to just, well, fall into a habit he hadn't had in a very long time. Though he supposed it was hardly a habit if he didn't sustain it. Reeve sighed and settled himself at a chair at the bar, sitting down and looking at the counter. So what was the etiquette here, how did one even go about getting alcohol?

"Um, hello?"

Maybe he didn't want to be as alone as he thought.

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Reeve wishes he could. They're scary eyes. Reeve starts into his own salad.

"The data point in the greenhouse might well allow you to help, but it is up to you what you wish to do. And you're not allowed to touch my coffee."

Rodent-like? Reeve should look into what that was.

"What other data points are there?" Rufus doesn't trust himself with living plants even with the given knowledge. And Dark Nation could only be so careful in closed spaces.

He finishes off his soup but doesn't touch the salad, instead idly playing with his spoon. "What are the ones that are particularly needed here?"

"Communications, Engineering, Security, Medical," Reeve lists off. He doesn't like the idea of Rufus piloting, though, so he doesn't mention it. But he has to think about what the right thing to suggest for Rufus is.

"Well, we can check," he notes, taking out his communication device. "It's listed under ship crews. What we have and don't."

"I was assigned to the First Breath. I haven't looked over the crew roster yet, Dark Nation was getting restless so we didn't stay there long after I had a chance to sleep a bit." Dark Nation yawns and finally lays her head down when it's clear that Reeve isn't about to fall for her attempts to be cute.

"Perhaps Communications to start and Security later once my health improves." Even while he was sick he always had a pistol within reach, it was a habit so being without a gun now was strange.

First Breath? Reeve's head snaps up.

"That's my ship as well," he observed at last. "Seems you're stuck with me for now."

And Reeve doesn't know what to do with that.

"That sounds a fair arrangement."

Rufus barely resists the urge to laugh but he can't keep the smile from his lips.

"Likewise. Sleeping quarters seem cramped so this will be interesting." Especially since he had that glimpse into Reeve's bedroom with the ropes but his only comment is in the way his lips twitch with amusement.

"Is there anything else I should know about our crewmates?"

"Not many people live on the ships when we are not forced to. For some people it's not private enough. For others it is cramped."

And for Reeve it's the privacy that was the problem. And proximity to his work of course.

"Cobb is a good man, he is teaching me the hands-on aspects of building, which not surprisingly was not covered in college or engineering school. We're working on repairing some houses for residences for people. As for Billy... He's a young man with quite a bit of trouble in his life. But truly gentle, no matter what you may hear. The others I do not know well."

"I was told that the hotel has more comfortable accommodation so that's where we're going to go later." Rufus needed his privacy as well, it was difficult for him to sleep even in ideal conditions, and being cramped on a bunk was going to make it nearly impossible.

"At least I can find something more suitable to live on a more permanent basis." Because Rufus knew that without his Turks he was more vulnerable than ever. He needed to find somewhere to live where he wouldn't be found easily which would give him additional protection.

"You will need somewhere," Reeve agreed. "I would be cautious of the hotel in your state, though. The Agrii, the people who lived here first? They are... taller than humans. The stairs may be harder for you."

Yes, there is some level of concern for that, but Reeve doesn't have a better suggestion for what the man should do. Not at this point.

"Hopefully I can find a room on the first floor then." The thought of going up stairs right now was daunting. He would do it if he had to but he had to concede Reeve's point. Stairs were still difficult and he had to take them slowly, even when he had his cane. One of the Turks was always right at his other side, ready just in case.

He puts his spoon down, pushing the bowl away from him slightly. "I'm sure I'll be able to find something suitable, don't worry."

One truly must hope, because it would be better for Rufus's recovery if he didn't overly strain himself. Reeve seemed to remember it not being the quickest recovery for the man.

"I'll worry whether you wish me to or not."

Rufus wouldn't argue that, he believed that Reeve's concern was more than just nice words to a business partner.

"Perhaps you can help me to the hotel so you can make sure I get there," he concedes. He still feels shaky so getting a least a small nap will help. "But we can get started on things later and I can start to figure out what I want to work on here."

Of course Reeve's words were more than that. He was a genuinely nice man most of the time.

"I shall. I shall also show you to the Whale Comb building and show you the replicator. Maybe see if we can't get you a cane."

"Whale...Comb?" He could already tell that the Agrii had a strange sense of humor but this was a new one.

"You can have my salad if you want, I would hate for it to go to waste." His appetite had suffered even after his recovery, which he knew didn't exactly him build up his strength again.

"The Agrii can't handle our language well," Reeve answered with a chuckle. But then he was frowning at Rufus.

"Two forks of salad and then I'll take it."

Rufus decides not to push the issue, picking up the fork. He doesn't break eye contact as he slowly eats two forkfuls of salad. He's sure if Tseng ever joins them here he'll be pleased that Reeve's been able to take over from watching over his health despite Rufus's stubbornness.

He almost goes for a third but instead places the fork aside before pushing the plate towards Reeve.

"There. All yours."

There it was. Green foods for vitamins and minerals. Though Rufus was going to have to expect that nay meal taken with Reeve will have the same results. he would have been glad for the third bite but was content with the battle he had one, and he pulls the plate toward himself to take a bit. Which the doll in the bag at his side seems to appreciate.

"We'll show you the replicator and how it works next, then get you a room. I'll see if we can't get one of the medics to come look at you."

"I'm not sure there is much a medic can do for me other than to tell me it's going to take time to gain back my strength." He had pretended not to hear his doctor quietly telling Tseng when they thought he was asleep that Rufus may never be the same again as he was before Meteorfall. He decided that just wasn't acceptable and he would make it happen.

"But yes, let's go to the replicator. I'm curious as to what it can make."

"I don't know. The medicine here is different," Reeve countered. The Agrii had once been advanced after all.

Reeve finishes his plate of food and carries it to the back along with Rufus's bowl.

"It's generally polite to clean your own utensils here. Not making more work for the people who offer to cook," he said as he returned. "I'll clean tomorrow, maybe do some cooking help to make up for this. Right now let's see if we can't get you a cane."

Rufus doesn't comment that he doesn't know the first thing about cleaning dishes but he's sure that Reeve already suspects that Rufus lacks pretty much most life skills.

"Alright. And I'll try the medic if you trust them." Which wasn't easy for Rufus to admit, he's never had any real good experiences with doctors.

Well, Rufus will have to learn. There were so many parts of survival and daily life that the pampered prince was going to learn. Because he wasn't going to get a maid.

"Thank you. Come along, we'll see about getting you around."

And Reeve offers his arm again. This was awkward.

"Such a gentleman." A joke to try to ease the tension. He falls quiet for a bit as they walk, Rufus doing his best to try to lean on Reeve's arm.

Dark Nation stays by Rufus's side as they walk along, one eye on their surroundings and the other on Rufus and Reeve.

"So what are the other residents here like? Anyone I should watch out for?"

"I don't think I am called that very often here."

Not for the first time Reeve takes a while to respond, this time trying to mentally arrange people in his head to determine just who he might warn Rufus of. Strangely, though, he did not find he could come up with one.

"Well, perhaps you might wish to be careful around the Jedi. There are a number of them, and they seem to have a very strict moral code that might not agree with your family's history. Tony Stark knows a bit of our world's history and the name of the company will pair with you quickly. Jon as well. I advise not making him angry."

"I think most people with a strict moral code wouldn't agree with my family's history. But I will be wary of them." He's not sure what a Jedi is but whoever they are, the last thing he needs is anyone making his life more difficult than it has to be.

"I take it Jon has some sort of abilities that would make him a significant enemy?" There was no reassurance Rufus could offer- like anyone with Shinra blood, even with good intentions they often made things worse.

"Not everyone here has powers but... But Jon's are forceful," he answered with a sigh. "He is not, though, an enemy. We've come to peace."

Reeve made his own problems, but the man is a friend now.

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