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Who: Reeve, Lapiz WEAPON, Cloud, Tifa
Status: Closed
When: 12:30 AM
Where: Sector 4 border, Edge
What: A necessary trip home ends up getting a little complicated.
He didn't have the right tools. That was what it had narrowed down to, after hours spent splitting his time between coordinating the troops and beginning repairs on Cait. The feline automaton was more thoroughly damaged than Reeve had suspected, and the repairs were bound to be long and tedious. Why he hadn't made a backup body he didn't know- except he did, he was just too damn busy- but it meant that the 'alive' part of Cait would have to stay in a coma-like state until he could patch things up. Suppressing that part of his mind and abilities was painful at best.
So instead of curling up somewhere and sleeping like he desperately wanted to do, Reeve instead struck out to his studio apartment. The spare parts he needed were in his home office, mostly small bits and pieces, but a few larger things as well. Another CPU, the original draft of his motherboard configuration (which he had memorized at this point, but still didn't trust himself enough to work without the blueprints), his jeweler's loupe... little things. Except he couldn't remember exactly where they were, and another phone call came in about emergency supplies, and how were they going to reimburse the Costa natives for damages, and all this while he was trying to feed the insistent cats that kept trying to trip him up.
Which was why he was out now, walking the alleys behind his apartment with no bodyguards (he'd left them at the gate) and no phone (the batteries had died after the eighth call), hands stuffed inside the pockets of a battered old jacket and eyes affixed firmly on the ground. It wasn't an escape, no. At least, that was what Reeve told himself. He wasn't running away or shirking his duties, he just needed a moment to himself. And that wasn't too much to ask, was it? No. Not even if everything was going to hell around his ears, he still had time. Right?
"Tch, quit lying t' yerself, Tuesti," he muttered under his breath, more Cait than himself, and turned around the corner.
Status: Closed
When: 12:30 AM
Where: Sector 4 border, Edge
What: A necessary trip home ends up getting a little complicated.
He didn't have the right tools. That was what it had narrowed down to, after hours spent splitting his time between coordinating the troops and beginning repairs on Cait. The feline automaton was more thoroughly damaged than Reeve had suspected, and the repairs were bound to be long and tedious. Why he hadn't made a backup body he didn't know- except he did, he was just too damn busy- but it meant that the 'alive' part of Cait would have to stay in a coma-like state until he could patch things up. Suppressing that part of his mind and abilities was painful at best.
So instead of curling up somewhere and sleeping like he desperately wanted to do, Reeve instead struck out to his studio apartment. The spare parts he needed were in his home office, mostly small bits and pieces, but a few larger things as well. Another CPU, the original draft of his motherboard configuration (which he had memorized at this point, but still didn't trust himself enough to work without the blueprints), his jeweler's loupe... little things. Except he couldn't remember exactly where they were, and another phone call came in about emergency supplies, and how were they going to reimburse the Costa natives for damages, and all this while he was trying to feed the insistent cats that kept trying to trip him up.
Which was why he was out now, walking the alleys behind his apartment with no bodyguards (he'd left them at the gate) and no phone (the batteries had died after the eighth call), hands stuffed inside the pockets of a battered old jacket and eyes affixed firmly on the ground. It wasn't an escape, no. At least, that was what Reeve told himself. He wasn't running away or shirking his duties, he just needed a moment to himself. And that wasn't too much to ask, was it? No. Not even if everything was going to hell around his ears, he still had time. Right?
"Tch, quit lying t' yerself, Tuesti," he muttered under his breath, more Cait than himself, and turned around the corner.