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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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[Yeah, this beach is a little scarier, but it has sand instead of gravel and is more pleasant to sit on. Prompto waves him over and sets his ice cold water down so his hands can start to warm back up for petting.]
It's so great. Have you seen her yet? Sunshine, come meet another friend!
[Kweh? Sunshine stops pecking at the sand, then trots fearlessly over to meet Morgana. A small black four-legged chocobo! How strange!]
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[It's more of a conversational tone than the sort of saccharine sweet baby talk Sunshine is probably used to; he takes a few good sniffs and peers up at her, idly impressed that he has to look up already. She's what, a few days old at most? That's mind-boggling.
Still, a baby is a baby. Who knows how much she actually understands yet? Morgana reaches up to gently pat her head with a paw; that much, at least, she's sure to get.]
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[Prompto whines softly, because this is the cutest shit he's ever seen. Maybe if he gets his camera out very, very quietly...
Sunshine kwehs in bafflement--this is a very different kind of hand than she is used to receiving pets from--but then ducks down a little more to let Morgana continue.]
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I know, I know..... But even if I were in my other form, I still wouldn't be that much taller than you, and I'd still have paws. Besides, you'll probably outstrip that one in a matter of weeks, too.
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Other form?
[Sunshine doesn't fully understand, either, but again, she's a baby. She's just happy to be here.]