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phantasmalrift2018-05-04 02:03 pm
photoshooter) wrote in phantasmalrift2018-05-04 02:03 pm
You and me, we are two stars from different galaxies
Who: Prompto Argentum photoshooter; OPEN
What: Come meet the chocobaby, help Prompto research daemon malaria, return to Amesta Forest for a hunting trip, and/or experience hand-cooled soft drinks as Prompto practices his newfound magical skills.
When: IC dates April 22nd to May 1st
Where: Around Keystone Station and the fringes of Amesta Forest.
Warnings: Potential discussion of magical blood-borne diseases in the second prompt.
Any day, anywhere in Keystone Station: Sunshine, baby!
[The forest trip wrecked Prompto's sleep schedule, but it seems after a few days' rest, he's finally back to being more or less diurnal. He's even up to visiting some of his usual haunts, particularly the chicken room and tech lab.
But most importantly, wherever he goes, he's accompanied by a sweet little ball of sunshine. She's riding in style, complete with snacks and padded seats, and peers out from under her starry orange canopy with unruffled interest--unless someone approaches, in which case she starts fluttering and kwehing in her cheepy baby voice.]
Oh, hey. [Prompto smiles and waves.] You wanna say hello? She's friendly.
April 26th-27th, morning, Annex roof
[It's early, and the steady drumming of rain on the glass roof is enough to make anybody drowsy. Maybe that's why Prompto can be found snoozing in one of the lounge chairs with a pillow (and Sunshine, of course, asleep in her wagon). He's in his glasses and an enormous white T-shirt over his usual pants, so it may be he woke up sometime in the night and came to get some reading done. There's a book open across his chest, after all.
Except... it's a medical textbook? And Prompto's written some notes on his hand. They're hard to read, but one of the keywords seems to be plasmodia.
So that's probably awesome.]
April 28th, day, fringes of Amesta Forest
[Maybe Chocodaddy has custody of Sunshine today, because Prompto's making good on his promise to bring meat in. Don't eat his clucky babies.
Stabilized or not, he's making sure to stick solidly to the fringes of the forest and keep moving. He's even got a real hunting rifle for the occasion.]
April 30th - May 1st, afternoon, Bloodsands Beach
It's hot...
[Wow, what a whiner. Then again, Prompto's keeping well back from the water, instead focusing on Sunshine playing in the sand with a parent's watchfulness. Because he's staying with her wagon, of course, he's on belongings-minding duty, too. He holds a bottle of water against his neck, sighing as it warms in the sun--and then a thought occurs to him.
He looks at the bottle in his hand, concentrates, and then... crickle crack. A layer of frost laces across the plastic, cold seeping inside before fading in the sun's warmth again. After a moment, Prompto tests that against his skin and squeaks.]
Cold!
[But after a couple seconds, he presses it to his cheek, shivering happily.]
photoshooter; OPENWhat: Come meet the chocobaby, help Prompto research daemon malaria, return to Amesta Forest for a hunting trip, and/or experience hand-cooled soft drinks as Prompto practices his newfound magical skills.
When: IC dates April 22nd to May 1st
Where: Around Keystone Station and the fringes of Amesta Forest.
Warnings: Potential discussion of magical blood-borne diseases in the second prompt.
Any day, anywhere in Keystone Station: Sunshine, baby!
[The forest trip wrecked Prompto's sleep schedule, but it seems after a few days' rest, he's finally back to being more or less diurnal. He's even up to visiting some of his usual haunts, particularly the chicken room and tech lab.
But most importantly, wherever he goes, he's accompanied by a sweet little ball of sunshine. She's riding in style, complete with snacks and padded seats, and peers out from under her starry orange canopy with unruffled interest--unless someone approaches, in which case she starts fluttering and kwehing in her cheepy baby voice.]
Oh, hey. [Prompto smiles and waves.] You wanna say hello? She's friendly.
April 26th-27th, morning, Annex roof
[It's early, and the steady drumming of rain on the glass roof is enough to make anybody drowsy. Maybe that's why Prompto can be found snoozing in one of the lounge chairs with a pillow (and Sunshine, of course, asleep in her wagon). He's in his glasses and an enormous white T-shirt over his usual pants, so it may be he woke up sometime in the night and came to get some reading done. There's a book open across his chest, after all.
Except... it's a medical textbook? And Prompto's written some notes on his hand. They're hard to read, but one of the keywords seems to be plasmodia.
So that's probably awesome.]
April 28th, day, fringes of Amesta Forest
[Maybe Chocodaddy has custody of Sunshine today, because Prompto's making good on his promise to bring meat in. Don't eat his clucky babies.
Stabilized or not, he's making sure to stick solidly to the fringes of the forest and keep moving. He's even got a real hunting rifle for the occasion.]
April 30th - May 1st, afternoon, Bloodsands Beach
It's hot...
[Wow, what a whiner. Then again, Prompto's keeping well back from the water, instead focusing on Sunshine playing in the sand with a parent's watchfulness. Because he's staying with her wagon, of course, he's on belongings-minding duty, too. He holds a bottle of water against his neck, sighing as it warms in the sun--and then a thought occurs to him.
He looks at the bottle in his hand, concentrates, and then... crickle crack. A layer of frost laces across the plastic, cold seeping inside before fading in the sun's warmth again. After a moment, Prompto tests that against his skin and squeaks.]
Cold!
[But after a couple seconds, he presses it to his cheek, shivering happily.]
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[ Actually, not so much. His sleep has been garbage since the dungeon. ]
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[He shifts around to look at him, then drapes his arm over Noct's chest to get more comfortable.]
Want me to sleep with you? Might help.
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[ He shrugs, then looks at Prompto. ]
Sure. As long as you don't steal all the blankets.
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[He buries himself into Noct. Noct is a blanket now, and he is being stolen.]
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Then put on a sweater.
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[Cloudy has a day job.]
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[Noct, if you don't get up, Prompto's going to fall back asleep right here in your shoulder.]
You do it, though. You're the one who wields the pointy things.
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I don't think any of my ancestors used knitting needles as weapons, dude.
But maybe I'd learn it for you.
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Aw, man, I can see it now. You, all royally decked out, knitting Sunny a pastel black baby sweater. Maybe you should be the mom instead of me.
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[ He flops on Prompto... about as much as he can. ]
I like being Chocodad. Besides, dads can knit, too.
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Okay. You can be a dad who knits and fishes, and I'll be the mom who feeds the babies and does all the family photo albums. And Ignis does all our taxes and changes diapers.
[Poor Ignis.]
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Yep. Leave the hard stuff to Iggy.
Wait, does that mean you're gonna learn how to cook?
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[He sits himself up to stare at Noctis.]
Noct, we have to make him a cake or something. Or buy him a house. An entire continent.
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[ He raises both eyebrows, though. ]
Yeah? I bet we could do something for him here.
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[ He considers that. ]
I don't know, would he even want something like a castle?
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