Mar. 2nd, 2009 08:20 am
urbandev: (Reeve - Not impressed. Possibly demands)
Anyone wishing to speak to me today must ask questions which may be answered with any combination of the words orange, silver, purple, month, or plankton.


Feb. 18th, 2009 08:22 am
urbandev: (reeve - kicking butt and taking names)
If I hear one word about yesterday -- one word, from anyone Anita, I swear on the Ancients I will program Cait to follow you around speaking nothing but catch phrases.

Are we quite clear?


Feb. 14th, 2009 07:50 am
urbandev: (Reeve - bedhead)
Vincent..? Gone again...

You weren't here when I woke up. Are you off sulking somewhere?


Feb. 12th, 2009 08:52 am
urbandev: (Reeve - Not impressed. Possibly demands)
A word of friendly advice, to those of you experiencing your first food curse:


Trust me, you'll be much happier.

Have a pleasant day.

[Private to Anita//Unhackable]

I know it's a bit late, but do you have plans for tomorrow night?


Jan. 12th, 2009 10:54 am
urbandev: (bitchplease.)
I'm sure everyone here came from happy, functional families. Forcing us to talk about our homes couldn't possibly wreak havoc, City.

Hm. I can't say much about my father. He was never there. I started working for ShinRa because he wanted me to. He was an MP for most of my childhood, dispatched wherever they needed him. He wanted me to be the same, or to go into SOLDIER.

At any rate, he lived in the barracks and Mother and I kept a small house in a village just a few miles south of Kalm. She had huge gardens on every side of the house. She grew all of our food, but she really loved the flowers. Wildflowers, roses -- if it bloomed, she would grow it. And then Father was transferred -- forced retirement, more like, he was too old to fight. Work detail in Junon. He finally got an apartment and moved us to the city to be with him. We lived outside of town, in the lower water, off by the docks. It always smelled like dead fish, and nothing would grow. Mother kept a small window box, and I used to walk it out to the beach every day to catch some sunshine.

Father didn't approve when I decided to continue school rather than enlist. Even when I dropped out to work for ShinRa, he wasn't happy. Well, I might have been more of the man he'd wanted if he'd been around occasionally.

He died a little after construction was completed on Midgar. By then I had enough to buy Mother a house on the upper level. We imported soil from all over the planet for her garden. Sector 8 was the only one with natural top soil; everywhere else it was synthetic. It didn't matter. She'd really loved Father, though I'll never understand how. She stopped planting her gardens -- not all at once, but slowly. And I stopped coming by as often as I should have.

She had Denzel, the last few weeks. He helped her plant again, even though it was December. And then Meteor -- We tried to evacuate everyone, but she wouldn't leave gardens. And there were too many lives for them to stop and argue with one senile old lady. She was one of the people we didn't get out.

I think -- it was probably better. What a terrible thing to say. I don't know if they'd told her I was dead by that point, or if they'd told her I'd betrayed the company, but she was tired. The garden was all washed away by the Lifestream, anyway.

Oh. And I have no need of sugar, Deities, nor am I going anywhere near that woman to claim some.

[OOC: Info on Reeve's father is mostly fanon. All the stuff on Ruvi, however, is as canon as you consider the cracktastic short stories set between Advent Children and DoC to be. XD;;;;

As for the sugar... well, the only real enemy Reeve's got in the City is Jadis, and she's got enemies of her own, amIrite?]


Jan. 6th, 2009 09:12 am
urbandev: (Z Ducky!)
[Screen on. There's a scrabbling of tiny nails across the keyboard and a soft quack.

The camera comes into focus and look who's there, standing up tall -- or as tall as he can -- and flapping his wings frantically.

The camera moves slightly and then is completely obscured by a giant cat nose, then a paw.

Screen off.]

[OOC: All replies are video, and IC, his responses can only be understood as quacking. Actual thoughts included for OOC Stewie-esque humor purposes.]


Jan. 5th, 2009 10:38 am
urbandev: (Default)
[Private to Niko]

If this level of alcoholism insanity... excess continues, it may be wise to institute a per-person maximum. And ban singing.

I'm also tempted to move everyone with a hangover to the top of the schedule tonight. But then, I'm notably cruel.

[Private to Anita]

Are we still on for tonight?
urbandev: (been living for tomorrows all my life)
Alright. So we'll park the Fox down here by the waterfront and then fan out. Yuffie, Vincent, there should be enough cover on the beach for you to bring your teams around and flank them. No matter how well organized this outbreak is, we outnumber them. So we knock this out, mop up, and be back to our wives and children before dinner.

[Pauses as though listening to someone else speak.]

I require at least a year's notice before you procreate, Yuffie, so that I can retire and leave the city. Maybe the Planet.

And try not to destroy family houses, this time, people. This is Junon, they're a little touchy about that.

-- Oh.

Where...? not Junon.

Vincent? Yuffie?


Dec. 27th, 2008 10:52 am
urbandev: (turn my back)
She's still breathing -- she's not responsive at all, and her heart rate --

Isn't there anyone left in this damned place?

[OOC: Reeve will not be answering tags today. He believes that all of his friends in the City have gone home.

She is Anita.]


Dec. 23rd, 2008 07:27 am
urbandev: (Z old man reeve)
Ha ha, City. This again.

Couldn't I be young? Just once could I be under the age of seventy?

Niko, assuming you're old enough to understand human speech, I'll still be in today.

Stupid City.

[Feel free to have your character read between the strikes. We all know how Reeve feels about age day. :DDDDDDDD]
urbandev: (OMGWTFBBQ)
[The sound of someone rolling over in bed, then the slap of that person hitting someone else, and a resounding thud as someone tumbles to the floor.]

"Who --?!"

"I could ask you the same question, but I think the answer is fairly self-evident."

"This is awkward."

"Also self-evident."

"How did I get here? Has anyone seen a small girl, about twelve, Wutaiian--"

"More importantly, where is here?"

"Will all of you please calm down? I think I know what's going on. This is my apartment."

"If you could explain?"

"Old me. You have coffee, where is it?"

"In the kitchen. And never mind. Just -- all of you sit here. You'll be gone by midnight. I hope."

"Coffee sounds divine."

"Don't go out there!"

"I really have to find my daughter. You have no idea the trouble she gets into on her own."

"What, you're going to lock us all in here? Not likely. I don't get paid vacation."

"I, also, have work that needs to be attended to."

"You'll all be home tonight, just stay put. I don't want anyone seeing you. Me. Us."

"Twelve hours? I can't leave her alone that long."

"Yes, well, I'm getting coffee. And then a cigarette. And then I'm getting out of here. Other old me, coming?"

"Absolutely. You really shouldn't smoke, you know."

[And this would be the sound of half the voices fading, footsteps, and helpless sputtering.]
[Tentatively.] "I suppose some coffee couldn't really hurt."

"Probably not." [A sigh.] "After you, then. You have a daughter?"

"Well, adopted. She's an orphan from the war. Her name is Yuffie."

[And that sound you hear is either Reeve shutting the door or banging his head against it.]

[OOC: There are slight differences among the voices, predominantly age, but they all sound pretty much the same. Have a Reeve. In fact, for today, have four. Full explanation under the cut. )

[OOC NOTE: Today, of all days, LJ comment notification craps out. I'll try not to drop any tags.]


Nov. 18th, 2008 08:40 am
urbandev: (OMGWTFBBQ)
How can we simultaneously have lost the coffee carafe, the coffee filters, the coffee itself and every mug in the house? Oh, wait, here's Yuffie's "Ninjas over Pirates" mug... I'll be dead before I --

Fine, I'll just go to the store.

Walter, I'll be slightly late to the workshop this morning. Unless you have coffee there?


Nov. 8th, 2008 07:46 am
urbandev: (Default)
I was sitting at my desk and my hands were shaking too hard for me to piece together the motherboard on the Cait Sith, so I got up to check the furnace -- why am I talking about this? I got up to check the furnace and when I left the apartment --

It was cold. I've told you that's all I remember.

It was cold, I opened the door, and I woke up a day later somewhere else and it hurts to breathe now. That's it. Simple, not elegant. Now, if you want to talk about being trapped under seventy stories of rubble for eleven days, that I remember every minute of. Of course, now that I've said that there will probably be a curse where we're compelled to talk about the times we were trapped under seventy stories of rubble.

Private to Dmitri )
Private to Reno )

[OOC: Cranky Reeve is cranky. He doesn't want to talk about this. Comment at your own risk!]


Oct. 31st, 2008 11:39 pm
urbandev: (Awash in red)
...Apparently this bruise isn't going to be healing anytime soon. Lovely. At least the beard mostly covers it... I look like I've gotten into a street brawl.

This month is just doing wonders for my image.

[This post is not three days late, I don't know what you're talking about. Hey, look, Amelia Erhart! *points*]


Oct. 14th, 2008 11:13 pm
urbandev: (Awash in red)
I appear to be unaffected by today's curse. At least I don't have to confront this so soon after.

private to Dmitri//Unhackable

Did you go home last night? I stayed at the station.

We should probably talk. About the apartment.


Private to Reno//Unhackable

Gaia, this is embarrassing.

Can I ask a favor?



Oct. 12th, 2008 10:40 am
urbandev: (been living for tomorrows all my life)
I hope everyone has made it out of the coliseum and back to their homes safely. Once again, this place fails to amuse.


Aug. 10th, 2008 02:18 pm
urbandev: (Awash in red)
There are two things, only two, that I would like to know.

One: Why does it smell like there's something dead in the sink?
Two: When I open up the drain trap, am I going to find something dead?

Ok, three things.

Where the fu-- fungus -- are my shoes?

[OOC: Aw, single father isn't used to not swearing in front of the kids.]


May. 25th, 2008 12:22 pm
urbandev: (been living for tomorrows all my life)
In regard to yesterday:

That was not me projecting onto the network at a volume reminiscent of Yuffie loudly.
I do not recall making vague threats directed at my cats. Or Vash.
Nor do I recall swearing.
I did not, under any circumstances, leave my residence after 10 PM and go to a bar in the lower city where I may or may not have begun a brawl.
In other words, it did not happen.

We shall never speak of this again.


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