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phantasmalrift2018-02-23 11:51 am
photoshooter) wrote in phantasmalrift2018-02-23 11:51 am
If there's a light at the end, it's just the sun in your eyes
Who: Prompto photoshooter and open!
Where and When: Keystone station, February 23-26. It's another multi-prompt catchall because I'm a hack and copying Nai.
What: Friday means movie night, a man draws his rod and tackle, and who needs privacy when we have a roof? All prompts are open!
Warnings: Will warn for anything that comes up in the individual threads.
February 23rd, Level 3 common area
[There's a projector. There's couches. There's a big bowl of spicy sunflower seeds to share. That's right, it's movie night, and whether or not anyone actually sits down to join him, Prompto's sitting in front of the screen watching whatever this is.
He looks, more than anything, perplexed.]
But why are they the Teen Titans? They don't look anything like the guy...
[With the hand that isn't covered in picante lime salsa powder, Prompto occasionally rubs carefully at his eyes, then grumbles, blinks a couple times, and leans closer to the screen.]
February 24th-25th, Tech Lab
[So! Prompto has glasses now. Thanks, Strange! Whether he's embarrassed about them or the rainy weather's made him restless, it appears he's cleared himself a little space at a table in the back of the tech lab, where he's... hmm.
In his left hand, he's got his camera, whose screen he keeps glancing at for reference. In his right hand is a pencil, with which he's sketching what appears to be a diagram of--all right. It looks like a fishing rod? Yeah, it's a fishing rod. He's having a little trouble figuring out the reel, it seems, which of course is the important part, but he's filled with determination.
Sometimes, he leaves his seat with one of his plastic tubs and wanders the lab to look for parts. Got to start somewhere, right?]
February 26th, Roof
[Ah, finally. Here comes the sun, doo doo doo doo.
Once the mist clears, Prompto's up on the roof to soak in the sun's rays, watching that small, natural patch of sky in all that scary fucked-up-ness up there. He basks in the light despite his fair complexion, despite the cool temperatures; it's almost as if he's afraid the sun will vanish like so much else from his life.
Still, even though he took a long-sleeved shirt from the free clothes pile and he's got his vest on over it, he's kind of cold.]
Man, I could really go for a coffee right now...
[Naturally, like any proper young man his age, he makes not a single move to return inside. He's too busy playing a game on his phone.
Millennials.]
photoshooter and open!Where and When: Keystone station, February 23-26. It's another multi-prompt catchall because I'm a hack and copying Nai.
What: Friday means movie night, a man draws his rod and tackle, and who needs privacy when we have a roof? All prompts are open!
Warnings: Will warn for anything that comes up in the individual threads.
February 23rd, Level 3 common area
[There's a projector. There's couches. There's a big bowl of spicy sunflower seeds to share. That's right, it's movie night, and whether or not anyone actually sits down to join him, Prompto's sitting in front of the screen watching whatever this is.
He looks, more than anything, perplexed.]
But why are they the Teen Titans? They don't look anything like the guy...
[With the hand that isn't covered in picante lime salsa powder, Prompto occasionally rubs carefully at his eyes, then grumbles, blinks a couple times, and leans closer to the screen.]
February 24th-25th, Tech Lab
[So! Prompto has glasses now. Thanks, Strange! Whether he's embarrassed about them or the rainy weather's made him restless, it appears he's cleared himself a little space at a table in the back of the tech lab, where he's... hmm.
In his left hand, he's got his camera, whose screen he keeps glancing at for reference. In his right hand is a pencil, with which he's sketching what appears to be a diagram of--all right. It looks like a fishing rod? Yeah, it's a fishing rod. He's having a little trouble figuring out the reel, it seems, which of course is the important part, but he's filled with determination.
Sometimes, he leaves his seat with one of his plastic tubs and wanders the lab to look for parts. Got to start somewhere, right?]
February 26th, Roof
[Ah, finally. Here comes the sun, doo doo doo doo.
Once the mist clears, Prompto's up on the roof to soak in the sun's rays, watching that small, natural patch of sky in all that scary fucked-up-ness up there. He basks in the light despite his fair complexion, despite the cool temperatures; it's almost as if he's afraid the sun will vanish like so much else from his life.
Still, even though he took a long-sleeved shirt from the free clothes pile and he's got his vest on over it, he's kind of cold.]
Man, I could really go for a coffee right now...
[Naturally, like any proper young man his age, he makes not a single move to return inside. He's too busy playing a game on his phone.
Millennials.]
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Dude, Stone, don't scare people like that! I thought you were an MT.
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[Stone tilts his head, thinking that over.]
You really must have a terrible sense of smell. And hearing. But I'll try not to do that again. So what's an MT? And a coffee?
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Coffee is a hot drink made from... uh, coffee beans. And humans don't usually smell things to discover their presence? And, my hearing is fine.
[Glancing aside, he kicks at the roof a bit. Prompto seems to need to always be in motion--sometimes it's nervous habit, sometimes it's an outlet for the youthful energy he holds. Sometimes it's hard to tell.]
And MT stands for 'magitek trooper.' They're... enemies my friends and I have had to fight for a while.
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[He comes up beside Prompto.]
Sorry about startling you, though.
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[He's only half-serious. He's sure Prompto knows there aren't any airships, that he's just jumpy out of habit, and he gets it. But he can still tease, and he does remember Prompto had been curious about his other form.]
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[The teasing seems to put him at ease instead of bother him. His stance relaxes, hands on his belt, rocking idly on his feet.]
So did you sleep out here, man? Isn't it kind of chilly for that?
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It's not that cold. I've slept in worse, and the equipment up there kept most of the wind and fog off me. I've traveled a lot, and did a lot of sleeping out in the open. Or in trees, or in canyons. That sort of thing.
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I suppose you'd be unhappy where I come from, then. My court lives in a tree.
[He'd probably be considered the opposite of civilized. It's okay, though; he's used to it from groundlings.]
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[Prompto has no illusions about how long he'd last sleeping in a tree.]
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Well, our tree is several times bigger around than this building, and we live inside it, but still. It's called a mountain-tree. But we wouldn't fall out, anyway. We're meant for climbing and being high up.
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[And, well, if he'd been meant for something else originally, it's in the past now.]
Man, you must get incredible views up there. Wish I could see it just once.
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[Then he has to ask:]
What is a 'movie theater'?
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[Prompto puts on a thoughtful pose, arms crossed, head tilted, then straightens up again.]
Do you guys do plays? Like... pretending to be other people to tell a story?
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Occasionally the Arbora will try to act out a story they're telling or reading. Usually it is more funny than anything else. Is that like a play?
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[Because Stone has prodded a little at the monitor in his room, but hasn't really figured out how to work it. The thought of something bigger seems, to him, like it would also be more complicated.]
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