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punshots) & YOU
What: October catchall, with open prompts for part 1 of the event!
When: Right the heck now!
Where: Around Olympia
Warning(s): sad boy...but none probably?!
I. MARKET DISTRICT.
II. CHASING CRIMINALS.
III. TENDING THE ILL.
IV. WILDCARD.
punshots) & YOUWhat: October catchall, with open prompts for part 1 of the event!
When: Right the heck now!
Where: Around Olympia
Warning(s): sad boy...but none probably?!
I. MARKET DISTRICT.
[ He's there when the bomb goes off.
Not within range to be affected by it, but as a member of the royal guard, Prompto's very assignment is to patrol the market district. Facing down Victarion after he'd killed a man there the week previous had been harrowing enough, given him too much to think about, too many questions to ask about himself and what he was even doing in the guard in the first place. This latest attack is nothing short of a slap across the face.
Not that he lingers on how it makes him feel - he hardly dwells on it. As always, he's feelings are shuffled neatly aside, even when reaching out to his friends - his brothers - to make sure they're okay in the aftermath, only to find his messages rebounding. Noctis, Ingis, and Gladio - all three, in stasis once more.
He's not equipped to deal with this devastation right now, so he doesn't. He bottles it up, sets his jaw, and goes to work. This bomb went off on his watch, so...he has to find the people responsible, right? Of course he does. It's what...Noct would have done.
So he'll be doing the following:
A. Assisting with clean-up. The bomb has made a terrible mess of things, and these merchants in the market district are people he knows well by now. He knows their names, their families, their hopes and dreams, and something like this is nothing short of devastating for many of them. He can't replace what was infected, but he can at least help clear away what's no longer fit to sell.
He approaches with a hefty (just the adjective, not the brand, Hefty TM Reynolds Consumer Products, Inc.) trash bag that's already pretty swollen with infected goods, wearing gloves and a respirator provided by the Institute. For acting as a literal garbage man, he looks pretty chipper. ]
What's the word? [ He gestures to whatever goods they're sorting through. ] Think they'll pass biohazard infection?
[ Isn't this fun? He's having the time of his life. He's fine!
B. Investigating the area. The crime scene itself is the obvious place to start looking for clues to track down the persons responsible for the attack. Word spreads quickly through the guard that they're looking for individuals tattooed with an "M" on their wrists, so he'll address anyone still lingering nearby, looking over his shoulder and hiding his mouth with his hand - he's very...stealthy... ]
Hey...sorry to bug, but - did you happen to see anyone leaving this area around bomb o'clock today?
[ Yep. Still fine! ]
II. CHASING CRIMINALS.
[ Evidently, his investigating does turn up some promising leads, and Prompto is hot on the heels of one of those suspected associates, which he tipped off with his presence far too early and gave the woman a generous headstart. He's pursuing on foot, leaping between vehicles and over stalls - sometimes more gracefully than others - and if he weren't caught up in this, if this weren't so personal for him, he'd probably take a moment to appreciate the fact that he might kind of look like a badass right now.
But he doesn't allow himself that much, and he pursues the suspect to a tall, threadbare building that looks like it might collapse with a single gust of wind. The woman starts to scale it, and, okay, that looks pretty cool, too, but he's come this far. He's not about to lose her trail now.
So he grabs the closest person, frantic as he turns them to face him: ] How good are you at climbing?
[ And then adds, a moment later after glancing between the building and whoever he's grabbed: ] I'm super sorry about this!
III. TENDING THE ILL.
[ If you didn't know any better, you might think Prompto some sort of crazed, overly-enthusiastic delivery man the way he carts around the city on a bike with a basket filled with soup containers. Where did he get a bike? He probably let a kid hold his gun so he could borrow it for the day. It's not important.
Anyway, that's just what he's doing, zipping across Olympia and ferrying the ambrosia of all illnesses, chicken noodle soup, to his friends - and hell, even one-time acquaintances - in need. He'd been quick to contact just about everyone he knows as the news of the sickness spread, to make sure they were okay, and depending on their response, he tabulated them for future reference. That future reference is now, and he's ringing doorbells, dropping off soup, and by and large wearing a much more genuine smile than he has for days.
It's...hard not to, when he's helping people, even if they might not really need his help.
He can also be caught in between stops, catching a breather on lesser-traveled corners, pulling out his camera to flip back through his photos. He has to go back a considerable way before he reaches his pictures from Eos now, a fact which is so bittersweet it has his eyes glassy, but he grins reflexively at the smiling faces that greet him on the little screen.
With a quiet sigh, he murmurs: ] Hang in there, guys...
IV. WILDCARD.
[ Have something else in mind? Hit me up! I can also be reached on Plurk atretroscape for plotting! ]
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Yona's eyes light up, and she claps her hands together in anticipation.]
Really? I'll be looking forward to it!
[More unhealthy dinners, ahoy! ...actually:]
I made s'mores for my friends for dinner one night. They liked it, so I bet they'll like these, too!
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Seriously? For reals? [ He looks genuinely flattered, beaming with a buoyant grin. ] Ha - that's great! Wish I had a few more easy-peasy recipes to throw at you, but I'm still sorta...figuring out that kind of thing myself.
[ Maybe they need to have, like, a pathetic cooks recipe exchange or something. ]
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Please continue to be the best influence, Prompto.]
If I come up with any on me own, I'll let you know about them. As a thank-you for the s'mores.
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Y-yeah, you bet! Aaaaanytime you need a s'more made, or a picture taken, I'm your guy.
[ There are probably other things he can help with (like shooting things) but those two are critical. ]
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[Hmmm.]
Like a portrait? Or the things we can do with the phones?
[She's taken pictures of things she wants to buy from the market, but she hasn't started using them to take pictures of people, or of herself.
(Yet.)]
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Both, actually. [ Aaaaand he's reaching for his camera at his hip. ] Come, Grasshopper, you have much to learn.
[ Looks like Prompto is going to educate Yona in the ways of s'mores and photographs. ]
makes strangling motions at gmail for hiding this notif from me
Yona brightens up considerably at that (although "Grasshopper" sort of confuses her - she doesn't see any bugs around here...), and casts a curious glance at his camera.]
Please teach me!
[If there's anything about this place that Yona loves - it's that there's so many different things to learn here. She enjoyed her life back in Kouka, of course, but she'd never realized before that there was so much she didn't know.]
i feel you, gmail can be a butt like that sometimes
Prepare to be dazzled, to have your mind blown, to go ooh and ahhh! For I present to you this day, the eighth wonder of the world...
[ He pulls his camera forward and holds it out for her to see. It sure is a camera! ]
Behold! The mystical camera.
it's The Worst...
She... doesn't get the hype? But when she looks up at Prompto, he seems excited, so she'll try and play along.]
Ooh! ...ahhh!
[#nailed it]
How do you use it?
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...Maybe. Probably. ]
See this thingy here? [ Prompto taps the lens of the camera with a finger. ] Whatever this is pointed at, the camera captures a picture. Just like the pics you can take with your phone! Except, you know. Way higher quality, better resolution, better filters, all that jazz.
...But a demonstration might explain it better than I can.
[ Well, at least he knows he's not the best at explaining things. ]
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For that matter, what is jazz? A demonstration is definitely in order, because Yona doesn't have the faintest clue what he's talking about there. She nods eagerly, her eyes on the camera's lens.]
Can we take a picture together?
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Yeah, you bet! [ A light laugh punctuates his words, and he turns the camera on to fiddle with some settings. ] I like the way you think. We're gonna do this...selfie style.
[ Which is probably the best way to have her first camera experience, tbh. ]
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[That's what Yona is here for - cheering people up without even realizing that's what she's doing. As he turns to fiddle with the camera, she tilts her head to one side and studies what he's doing.]
Why is it called a "selfie"? Is it because you're taking a picture of yourself?
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That's it exactly! Look at you, catching on already. They grow up so fast... [ He sniffles. He's so proud. ]
Now all you gotta do is smile and say "cheese" and the camera does the rest of the work!
[ SO GET READY, because whether or not she smiles and says "cheese", he's clicking the shutter a few moments later. ]