18 December 2012 @ 02:08 pm
[Video]  
[Oh right, sometimes Reeve's so busy being the community papa that he forgets to act like a secret badass. Please excuse him while he lowers a smoking rifle -- nothing as fancy as Vincent's gun, but it does the trick. In front of him is a collapsed pile of snow.]

So. The snowmen are attacking us.

This is new.
 
 
28 August 2012 @ 09:07 pm
Locked from 11-12  
For those of you who don't know, 11-12's birthday is tomorrow. August 29th. If anyone would like to come, I'd be happy to host a small party for him this weekend. I think he would enjoy that. If not -- well, I'm sure it would touch him just to have your good wishes. Thank you, everyone.
 
 
29 June 2012 @ 10:25 pm
 
[Hello, community -- this is a video post, and for once it's intentional. Reeve is standing in front of a field of debris, and far in the background is an ocean. Reeve pushes a button -- and suddenly a huge dam across the harbor lights up. Water begins pouring through it, spinning turbines and as the energy builds, a generator in the foregrounds hums to life.]

And there it is.

[Reeve looks unapologetic ally proud, settling a familiar, furry kitten on his hip.] The Midgar reconstruction project is now one-hundred percent clean energy. If we can finish out the year successfully, we can begin phasing in hydroelectric power in place of coal. Edge should be 100% self sustaining in five years. And to think, Rufus wanted solar power.

And now, I am taking a very well earned vacation.

[Private; Locked to friends of 11-12.]

Is there anyone who would be willing to host 11-12 for a few days, let him explore their world? I'm sorry to ask like this, but it's rather important.
 
 
10 May 2012 @ 08:47 pm
 
Well, for those who were wondering, I am almost positive Arthur is not hiding out in Malaysia. Additionally, people in Malaysia look strangely at bipedal cats wearing clowns and cloaks. You learn something new every day.

I'm sorry if I worried anyone during the virus.
 
 
24 April 2012 @ 01:22 pm
Video;  
[Apparently the young man on-screen has no trouble operating a laptop... which, considering that the video is posting from Reeve's account, isn't surprising.]

This isn't Junon and my GPS says I'm somewhere there should be nothing, but there's a whole big city. They showed us a map of the main continent in school and there's nothing but small towns and chocobo farms in the East. Except there's a city outside, and my mom's gone.

Is she sick again?

[OOC: Responses will come from [personal profile] tiny_techie. Please don't friend the virus journal!]
 
 
02 April 2012 @ 12:06 pm
[locked from 11-12]  
Isn't it strange how you can fight so long to free yourself from a situation, only to find yourself coming back into it years later?


[Locked to the Dream Team]

I'd like to continue my research into the PASIV.

[He'd put it on hold, when 11-12 was rescued, because he was dealing with that, but given the young man's mental state the last few days, it seems imperative.]

[OOC: Trigger warning: Possible mentions of depression, mental health, or suicide in the comments.]
 
 
14 February 2012 @ 09:02 am
 
[The whole community probably recognizes Reeve's condo by now -- it's like the favorite place for accidental videos. The lighting is pretty dim, but clear enough that Reeve can be seen entering the bedroom from his bathroom, tightening his tie around his neck. He sits on the edge of the bed, picks up something from the bedside table, and then laughs. Then, he leans over to kiss the top of the blanket lump beside him.]

Cupcakes, hmm? Thank you, love.

[11-12 fights free of his blankets, a sleepy frown on his face.] Huh? [His frown deepens when Reeve hefts the cupcake.] I didn't put that there.

Must be the community, then. Look, there's one for you too.

[Worry, worry, frown, frown. 11-12 pokes at his, tipping the cherry topper over.] Should we eat them? What if the community tampered with them?

[Oops. Reeve's is already gone. HE LIKES SWEET THINGS OK.] I'm prepared to take that risk for you. Fear not. [Just like that, he steals 11-12's cupcake for after lunch and leans in to give him a frostingy kiss.] Have a good day, love. Dinner tonight?

[That nets him one of 11-12's rare smiles.] I can't wait.

[The video cuts.]

[Reeve, 11-12. First commenter (besides 11-12) gets Reeve's undying affection. random commenter gets 11-12's.]
 
 
07 January 2012 @ 05:42 pm
 
Pre-emptively: I had nothing to do with it. I'm plenty busy with other projects. I've already gotten one angry email, blaming me for the "new" community, and I answer plenty of these for work already. If I get any more, I swear, I'm going to invoice them.
 
 
12 October 2011 @ 07:50 pm
[Private to the Inception crew||Visible to 11-12, Montgomery Scott]  
I'm sorry. I hate to bother you again after everything you've done, but I'm afraid the situation has grown more complicated.

If I understand what Arthur taught me, if you die in a dream, you wake up. Correct? What happens if a projection dies in a dream?
 
 
19 September 2011 @ 03:31 pm
[Locked from 11-12/Directed toward Inception cast (though he doesn't know it)]  
There's a group of you on the community who study dreams, isn't there? Not psychology, I mean the actual science of making dreams real -- I know I read something like that, during a virus. I can't have just dreamed it up.

I need to speak with you. Please.
 
 
14 September 2011 @ 02:23 pm
[Video]  
[Reeve's bedroom has floor to ceiling windows, none of which seem to be curtained. The only thing that saves it from being indecent is the view out the windows, clearly showing that there is absolutely no way anyone could see into the condo without a helicopter.

It also makes it very obvious that it's early morning -- early enough that the sky is still more pink than blue. Reeve would normally still be asleep... if it weren't for the giant panther perched over him, her very large paws on his chest.

He stares up into her mouth, which is wide open to reveal many, many pointy teeth, and then coughs, raising himself a bit on his elbows -- as far as she'll let him.]

Good morning, Dark Nation. Shall we get you breakfast?
 
 
25 August 2011 @ 07:46 pm
 
[Reeve's daydream broadcasts to the community while he's sitting at a fundraising dinner, staring politely at his wine glass and not really listening to the drone of the speaker at the podium.

Instead, he imagines himself back home seated on the couch with a sheaf of papers while a cat curls on his knees. He leans back against another warm body, turning his head to rest against a solid shoulder veiled with a thick, silky fall of black hair. He smiles slightly, closing his eyes and inhaling the scent of anise.

The people seated around him begin to applaud, jarring him from his daydream as he automatically joins them.]
 
 
12 August 2011 @ 10:17 pm
 
By now, it should be apparent that we are hearing each others' thoughts. I find Mr. Xavier's instructions to think of other things, such as poetry or the lyrics to songs, the most effective method of circumventing this. Of course, another way to avoid potentially awkward situations is to stay clear of those who you do not wish to be exposed before.

Of course, it is always easier to give advice then to follow it...
 
 
08 July 2011 @ 02:17 pm
[Locked from Harry Potter/Visible to 11-12]  
I need to speak to those in possession of World Hops, if you are willing. I am trying to prove -- or rather disprove -- a theory. To date, I have discovered two worlds that I am having difficulty accessing. Harry Potter's world was previously accessible and he was able to leave it, but now it seems he is trapped there. 11-12's world remains accessible, but he cannot leave.

If possible, I would appreciate help identifying whether this is only the case with my world-hopping device or applicable to all. If all, why?

[Locked to Rufus Shinra]

I need your car.
 
 
25 June 2011 @ 03:21 pm
 
[It looks like Rufus. Reeve is sitting at the desk in Rufus's home office, his own laptop in front of him, hard at work. That shouldn't bother Rufus. He might not even mind the mug of coffee at Reeve's right hand.

The tip of that this isn't Rufus is probably the raspberry cheese cake on his other side, half eaten with a fork still on the plate. He reaches for another bite, frowning as a drip of raspberry sauce falls down -- right onto the pristine white of Rufus's pants.]

Oh, bah.
 
 
24 June 2011 @ 12:05 pm
(video.)  
It seems to appear that I have awoken as a mummified shell of what a person should be, if this is the aging process, it has not been kind to this body. Regardless, I've had more debilitating handicaps than this one, though this one might prove to be a challenge.

Reeve, you're in a very well maintained body and while I do realize that it might be something new for you, but you will need to complete daily tasks:

- wake up at 5 AM and take Dark Nation for her morning hunt and for your morning run. It's the only time that she'll eat before she sleeps for the rest of the day. The body is able to run, just make your mind do it. Eat the healthy, balanced breakfast that has been sent to my PHS and follow all of the meal plans following; do not diverge from them. Do not forget to bathe, my toiletries are marked with a P.
- Do not go anywhere near the ShinRa Company. You are to stay indoors, lock them, lock yourself in my bedroom and watch television. Do not do anything. There are fruits and vegetables for you if you feel that you're hungry, do not eat anything else.
- Do not touch my worldhopping car.
- Do not touch my laptop.
- Do not play with my animals.
- Be sure to argue with [livejournal.com profile] sexforbreakfast in regular intervals and you'll see why.


locked to dark. )

locked to Reno. )
 
 
14 June 2011 @ 09:10 pm
 
I went to Costa del Sol, and they died. Thousands of people. I didn't stay and fight.
 
 
26 April 2011 @ 12:42 pm
[video]  
[Reeve's computer flickers on mid-conversation, obviously, as he and two others are leaning over a map. The other man wears a long, tattered red cloak. The girl seems to be wearing a bikini top and a miniskirt and has her short hair tied back with a bright yellow scarf -- probably not WRO regulation uniform. Reeve's first words are too muffled for the mic to catch, but the girl rolls her eyes.]

Can we break his ribs again? Maybe a few more weeks at home'll make him less bitchy.

If you're that unhappy, Yuffie, you're welcome to find someone else to pay you.

[The girl rolls her eyes and grabs the maps off the table as she leaves the room, muttering insubordination under her breath the whole time. The man in the red cloak sits back, a golden, clawed gauntlet clicking menacingly against the glass-top table.]

I agree with Yuffie.

There's something I thought I'd never hear.

If we wanted to work for Rufus, Reeve, we'd already be working for Rufus. Like Tseng is.

[...Ouch.

Before Reeve can respond, Vincent follows Yuffie out the door. Reeve slides into his chair and presses his fingertips to his temples, reaching over with one hand to key off the monitor.

It figures the community would record this.]

[OOC: Reeve, Yuffie, Vincent.

Now with less eyeglare.]
 
 
06 April 2011 @ 12:22 pm
 
I cannot abide this anymore.

Alright, then. Since I am homebound for one more week and, apparently, my attempts at threatening are "laughable," (at least, that's what my subordinates tell me) I'll do this instead. A bit of a challenge. Anyone who's willing, send me a picture of a highly stylized or recognizable building from your world, and I'll do my best to recreate it. I've done anything worth noting on Gaia already.
 
 
09 March 2011 @ 11:43 am
 
To those it may concern:

I am a fully grown man with an exceptional education. I am completely mentally competent and easily able to understand the medical risks associated with multiple fractured ribs. That said, I am fine, my mobility is fine, my mental acuity is fine, and my job is not what anyone would consider "physically taxing."

To wit: If anyone attempts to spend another week barring me from my office, in my company, I am going to shoot them. This is neither a threat nor a warning. Consider it a public service announcement.

[OOC: Reeve was badly beaten during the shadow virus and had several ribs broken. Then they took away his narcotics. He's getting tetchy.]