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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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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.

"Interesting choice of words." Rufus decides not to press further though but he'll take Reeve's words under advisement.

"So where are we going next?" His pace was slower now, this is the first time in at least a year in a half that he's been on his feet for so long but he doesn't

Was it so? Reeve considers the choice of words and wonders what it was that Rufus had derived from them.

"This way," he said, gesturing out of the space and down the road to the Whale Comb Center. "We shall take what time you need. I presume you're not going to accept it if I suggest a temporary wheel chair? I think Tony could probably make one."

"You would be right. I'm never going to regain my strength again if I'm back in a wheelchair. I refuse to do that ever again." Rufus's tone is firm and determined.

He's determined to not take any steps back- the last two years had been frustrating as he became increasingly dependent on the Turks for everything. "And I have to learn to survive here, Reeve. I'm sure you know I'll do whatever I have to."

Well, there's that.

"A good choice. Much of the city is hard to get through even on foot," Reeve answered as he moved them slowly and purposefully toward the building they needed.

"You're a Shinra. Your family is good at surviving, though for the first time in a while someone in your family will have to do all for themselves. I can probably help you find people who can teach you," he said, voice thoughtful.

Because Reeve wasn't the best teacher on all things.

"My father would drop dead again if he knew I wanted to learn how to do dishes by myself." Rufus laughs at the mere thought.

He knew that there was once a time when his father would be willing to get his hands dirty but after decades of being able to decide the fate of the world with a mere word he had become dependant on everyone else to do even the simplest things for him.

And Rufus knew now more than he could never follow that path, he refused to. "So far the basics will suffice."

"Your father would deserve the trauma," Reeve answered with a brightness he probably shouldn't have.

"We'll start basic and find you ways to improve if you find things you like."

He almost says 'my friend' like he would to many here. But that, he supposes is to be seen.

They make their slow way toward the Whale Comb Center and when they are there Reeve opens the door for the younger man.

Rufus laughs at the brightness in Reeve's tone but doesn't comment on it. Neither of them have any real fondness for the old man.

Rufus nods his thanks as he entered the Center, Dark Nation close on his heels. She occupies herself with investigating the area eagerly, letting them be on their own.

"You mentioned a replicator- what exactly can it replicate?"

"As far as I've been able to determine," he said as he approached the machine, "non-living things. Usually the size of a bread box or smaller, but I'm not certain. Food at times. It's where I get my coffee. And parts for Mini. It provided the cloth that will go over his final frame."

Then he moved past the machine to a box. He picked up a piece of paper and a pencil next to it and wrote instructions.

"We can also ask the Agrii for things here. A note in the box. You have to try to be specific. They dont' understand us well. This is how I will try and get a cane."

While Reeve writes, Rufus peers at the box curiously.

"A cane should be simple enough at least. I don't want anything fancy, it just has to be useful." Rufus glances at what Reeve is writing, waiting to see what will happen.

"You would be surprised at what they think is simple," Reeve answered before dropping the paper into the box. And a moment later there's just an item in the box.

And Reeve bites his lip not to snicker.

"It's in your colors. Sort of.

Rufus is less than amused as Reeve pulls the cane out. Having to use a cane in the first place was bad enough, this was too much.

"And here I thought the can Reno got me was ridiculous." Said in the latest tone. As much as he hated to admit he needed something, that cane was an eyesore.

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