sixthiterationlogs | [OTA] Better Than The Lifestream

WHO: Reeve Tuesti
WHERE: South Village Fountain, Inn, Around Town
WHEN: 12/10 for Arrival and Inn, 12/11 - 12/13 for Around Town
OPEN TO: All
WARNINGS: None

Fountain Arrival - Can't Swim Well - OTA
They say that when one died they returned to the Lifestream. This was a story Reeve had even more reason to believe these days. That upon death one would float within the waters until their consciousness parted into it, melting like butter into water, flowing and mingling until it became new life. Reeve, himself, though he would like to be a cat if possible. Was it wrong to imagine that he could be a cat, Reeve thought as he felt himself weightless and rising in the water. Hope that as he scattered back into the Lifestream that he'd get to be a cat? Because he couldn't begin to imagine what else suddenly coming conscious in the water could be. Yes, it was colder than he'd imagined, and he felt like he was moving and heavy but... Well, none of Reeve's work or travel had any reason for him to be near water. He didn't swim because he was bad at it, he wasn't flying to Wutai until next week, and the last he remembered he was regarding the ruins of his Headquarters with some disappointment. So water didn't make any sense.
Which of course made this the perfect moment for the strain to really set in on his lungs, because whether his mind was willing to admit what was going on or not, Reeve's body at least handled being submerged in the right way. He was holding his breath and his lungs hurt and that more than anything got him kicking belatedly toward the surface as his eyes opened.

Too bad he was a terrible swimmer. The more he tried, the more it felt like he was just sinking back. Maybe he wasn't in the Lifestream yet, but as he flailed toward the surface with little real hope of making it on his own, it wasn't beyond reason to think he might be there soon anyway.

At The Inn - A Bit Like Home - OTA

It's beautiful, in its own way. In a way that some from Gaia might not appreciate. The structure is old fashioned by Midgar and even Edge's standards, but there was something about the exposed wood, the stone of the fireplace and the hearth, that made Reeve feel almost at home. Not in his suite at the WRO headquarters, or the apartment he had maintained for himself in Midgar, or even his mother's house in Sector Five. No, it was like his childhood, and even with all the strangeness of this place, Reeve felt oddly safe here. He could close his eyes and smell the rich stews his mother made when he was little and drew pictures of fairy cat kings and listened to his father tell the old tales about the spirits of the world and the will of the Lifestream. It was far simpler than the life he had afforded himself, but perhaps this inn made it more comfortable to be in this strange place.

"Now if only there was a hot cup of coffee," he mused as he stared into the fire he was sitting near. "Maybe a nice rasher with a side of beans and some stewed greens."

Or just company. That could work too.

Around Town - When All Else Fails: Plan - OTA

There was no point in letting himself stagnate. A bit of time spent in the Inn appreciating it for the shelter it provided and the warmth, and a lovely meal or two, had been more than enough. This, Reeve was given to understand, was the new way of things. Perhaps he had died in the final acts of Omega and Chaos, but he didn't think so. Perhaps he'd gone to Mideel and fallen into the Lifestream and come out somewhere completely different, though that seemed unlikely too. Or perhaps it was just another one of those strange things that seemed to scatter through life. Would lingering on the impossibility of it really serve any value end?

No. Never had and never would. So Reeve had pushed himself off of his rear and headed out into the village to walk the paths. He considered them as he went, carefully measuring each pace off in his mind, trying to create an image of the arrangement of the place. This many paces between the Inn and the fountain park. This far down the road to a house. A house of so many paces wide, calculated to actual scale in his head because really the math wasn't hard. At each house Reeve paused and allowed himself a bit of an arch of the front. Rude to truly traipse around his new neighbor's properties, but he wanted an idea of each house. And he marveled over how each had not only a distinctive look, but how well it all fit together.

"Interesting, an old fashioned style evocative of something along the lines of Kalm or Nibelheim, and yet with its own style. I wonder what sort of team they got in to build such structures. How did they transport in sufficient materials for construction, or was this all clear-cut for production?"

So many considerations, and he didn't know where to start!

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"You're right. According to the communication device we all have--" here she pauses, holds up her left wrist to show a smooth black band with a small screen, showing date and time in 24-hour format, along with a small blinking green light-- "it's early winter. Not sure if you're from a version of Earth or another planet, or how they calculate the passage of seasons there, but so far it seems to line up with what I'm used to. We've probably got another three to four months before we can start planting again." His concern is a valid one, and much more apt than most people. He's already thinking about survival and the group. That's good. Maybe that's part of their color classification, she thinks. After all, Tony's Navy Blue, too, as is Barnes. And Peggy. She can see hints of similarities here and there.

"You don't have to worry too much about food, though. We're a pretty diverse bunch, and there are a number of people with hunting skills and plenty of wildlife to supplement stores. Doesn't mean we're throwing banquets every other night, but so far survival hasn't been quite so big an issue as it might be, aside from the drop in temperatures and lack of suitable clothes. Speaking of--there should be a coat like mine in that pack that came with you." She gestures to the backpack he arrived in the fountain with.

"There's usually a free room or two upstairs, you're welcome to stay here until you find a place of your own. There are empty houses all over, or if there's a familiar face already in town, you can bunk with them." She pauses for a moment, considers him, green eyes clearly assessing. "Or I've got a spare room at my place, you're welcome to borrow it until you get settled in. To answer your other question--there's no real structure of government here. People who take it on themselves to lead projects, yes, people who've chosen tasks to oversee that theoretically help the village, but there's no council or mayor or anything. Plenty of things that need doing, though. Mind if I ask about your resumé?" There may be a faint twist of irony both to her voice and the corner of her mouth.

Indeed it would be a connection to his color, because Reeve was a thoughtful, planning person. Came with his history, his training, the life he had chosen to live. But with her point he stripped off his scrubs top and tank top under it, taking an extra moment with the towel to dry off more before grabbing the coat out as directed and pulling it on. There, he's glad for the suggestion. Clearly there was more clothes there, and that made him pensive, because someone planned for their outfitting. All of this spoke to pre-meditation, people who planned on his scale.

"If only we had access to lower, or latter, whichever was relevant, latitudes. We could farm there, but to have an actual experience of winter and go far enough for substantial change of climate would be rather... substantial. But yes, upstairs will work for now. Thank you very much for your kind offer, Miss..."

Which was when Reeve realized he hadn't gotten her name. Interesting.

"My name is Reeve Tuesti. I was the Head of the Department of Urban Development with the Shinra Electric Company, then moved on to become the Commissioner of the World Regenesis Organization. The former had me acting as an architect, electrical engineer, power systems development tech, and a city planner in charge of seeing to the needs of people in the largest metropolis on my world of Gaia. As the latter I have headed the largest NPO in the world, committed to rebuilding efforts after a rather cataclysmic event, as well as restoring the world from the damage Shinra did."

Still not everything, but enough. And look, he didn't mind at all giving the information.

Oh, there's no question there's a plan to all of this, a plan for all of them and involving all of them. Natasha's got her own theories beginning to take shape on that. But she's not a leader, never has been, and only tried being a team player for a little while before realizing that maybe she'd be better off on her own. There were plenty of leaders here. Plenty of planners, too, and people willing to take care and lead initiatives. Looks like Reeve is one of them, too.

"Romanoff," she supplies, as he pauses and waits for a name. "Natasha Romanoff. Nice to meet you." Because it's the least you can do, honestly, even in times like these, and even if there's a faint irony in her voice. But she's listening as Reeve lists off his skill set, and it only goes further towards advancing some of her own theories. "Those are useful skills to have. I'm sure you'll be a big help here. Once you're settled in, you might want to head towards the forge. You can't miss it. Just head out the way we came and past the fountain, it's the big smoking building just across the park. I'm sure Tony--Tony Stark--would appreciate some help figuring out this place's electrical grid. It's...more complicated than you'd think." There's a thousand more things to go over, new arrivals have a lot to learn, but she knows better than most that too much all at once means none of it processes properly. A faint smile curves her lips, that wry look coming over her face again. "You can mention my name to him. Tell him that I thought he might appreciate another set of hands working on the grid."

"Of course, I will keep him out when I am more settled. Though I worry my hands on experience with generation of power is not as recent when it comes to non-Mako derived forms."

However, understanding the way things were laid out? Completely within his wheelhouse. Tony might not be used to mapping out power over entire communities, determining efficient, or at least the least troublesome routes though which to bury cable and the like. Yes, he would look into that soon.

"I think I will seek out a room to finish my drying. Thank you kindly, Miss Romanoff."

[OTA] Better Than The Lifestream

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