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( january catch-all )
WHO: prompto & various
WHERE: throughout new amsterdam
WHEN: the month of january (ic: september)
WHAT: a bunch of random slice of life scenarios...
NOTES OR WARNINGS: PG ? (will update as necessary!)
WHERE: throughout new amsterdam
WHEN: the month of january (ic: september)
WHAT: a bunch of random slice of life scenarios...
NOTES OR WARNINGS: PG ? (will update as necessary!)
► IGNIS
[prompto is empty-handed when he reaches a door which opens up to a set of stairs leading down, into the darkness and the unknown. he can't make himself not go through, the echo of his boots on the stairs the only sound--]
[it's all your fault! there's a glimmer and a spark, crystallized sword in the hands of the form rushing forward towards him: noctis. expression angry and betrayed, slashing at him with the blade, seeking to hurt. prompto finds himself evading the attacks, falling back on his feet and rolling out of the way, clambering to get back to safety where his best friend can't hurt him. but the door he came through is gone, nothing but a wall and a dead end. it doesn't take long for noctis to catch up to him, pining him against it, pressing blade to his throat. but his face is distorted, shifting, prompto realizes, features never quite coming into focus. why do you keep following me around! the next second, there's a gun in his hand. you're nothing but a failure, the face becomes even more distorted, and there's starscourge leaking through the eyes, melting into the skin, corroding it all the way through.]
No!
[his own voice sounds out of place, the echoes of a gun shot melding between dream and reality. he's sitting up, wide-eyed, sweat soaking through his clothes and the mattress. with wild eyes he looks around himself, patting the bed above him down and finding it empty. panic rises.]
Noct? Where's Noct!
[prompto's scrambling to his feet, the final visual in his nightmare burning at him. did he shoot besithia? did he shoot noctis? he's still between the sleeping and the awake, feet tangling on the sheet and culminating his brave expedition into a tumble onto the floor.]
Ughnn...
/ONLY FORVER LATER
Prompto?
[It's only a few seconds before he's found the blonde tangled in sheets and blankets, ankles wrapped up from his squirming, flopped out onto the floor. Ignis quickly crouches, bare feet cold on the hard floor, but he's ignoring that as he reaches out to lay a palm between Prompto's shoulderbl;ades, as though that would help calm and still him.]
Prompto.... relax. Noct is just away right now. Staying with that coworker of his, I believe.
[He keeps his voice careful, even- just like years ago, when Noctis would have nightmares about Tenebrae. He knows how the lines of fiction and reality can blur when still half asleep, how it takes time and patience for someone to rouse fully out of the adrenaline-spike and alarm. And so he patiently stays there, one hand on Prompto's back, the other reaching out to start carefully tugging at the blankets to dislodge them, to let him feel less confined or trapped.]
It's alright, Prompto. You've just tumbled out of bed. Breathe.
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[he starts to feel less confined, and that helps.]
[with a shaky sigh (finally breathing again), he starts turning on his side, eyes not quite focusing on anything, sweating from his neck and armpits, a minute shake on his hands the remnants of a nightmare world he's walking out of.]
Iggy-- [breathing, a croak of his voice,] So-sorry, nightmare...
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only 2 weeks later.... im gomen.....
► DAMIAN
[good enough is a recurring theme in prompto's life, and he's happy with that.]
[having agreed to meet for a training session really just meant that prompto would bustle in with a fair amount of enthusiasm. getting to be at the safehouse means that prompto's more excited about showing off the fruits of his labor: chocobo iced cupcakes. he's only got two to present, really, because his efforts into piping any sort of shape was a disaster and there's so much one can learn from the mental how-to-wiki.]
Hafid! Before you say anything, [at damian's approaching him] check these bad boys out!
[praise his arts and crafts... he's learning... unnecessary things.]
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You baked. [ He isn't sure what he expected, but it sure as hell wasn't this. They're not bad, either - well, maybe the eyes could be a little straighter but that's really just nitpicking. ] It's passable.
[ Which is Damian for 'it's good'. Probably. ]
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[prompto's just so proud of his accomplishment.]
You should try one out! I found some berries so I, like, squished those and added sugar and made it some sorta jam. [after a second, he admits.] That probably needs more work.
Besides, chocobos.
► REY
[so, while not surprising, prompto hadn't actually imagined that they would be working at the hospitals too. it's late at night but that's because their working hours have been moved around due to the weather, and at least in this location they're working inside, meaning that they get ventilation in the way of air conditioning. except that prompto gets very little in basking in that when they get the problem report that they have to turn off the air conditioning on this wing of the hospital in order to clean the air conditioners, check for issues, and repair any problems.]
[turning his cap backwards, he follows along wharton, carrying the bag with the tool they'll be needing for the job. i'll be going with the maintenance chief to check the powerhouse equipment. you're meeting a mechanic to go through the air conditioner issue, so stay put. he's ordered that much and prompto's somewhat curious as to why they'd need a mechanic? but -- if he's going to be doing something by himself, he best follow someone else's lead. you got this, kid.]
Aye, aye captain.
[he mock salutes as wharton heads off, and he's left standing in his work overalls and gloves, a lanyard with his identification as (apprentice) electrical engineer hanging from around his neck, waiting for this mechanic he's to be paired up with.]
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It's a strange thing, but like on Jakku, work helps her find a routine, gives her purpose. She's always busy, there's always something to do, and by the time she gets home — or more accurately, for the time being, back to the safehouse — she's too tired to overthink anything, to dwell, to feel the keen grief of losing Finn and Poe in one fell swoop. It's an easy, effective solution to dodging emotional consequences for someone who's never learned how to talk about her problems and her feelings.
And she's getting paid. Which means in short order, she should be able to get out of the safehouse and into a decent apartment again. The trouble with this job, though, is that they've taken her as someone familiar with the city, and though she's done her best, Rey's never dealt with a place of this scale before. So when she's fretting around from job to job, half of her time is spent, well, trying to figure out where the hell she's going.
They do keep her busy.
She arrives on site at the hospital slightly out of breath, hitching her work bag higher on her shoulder. ]
Sorry I'm late.
[ She spots Prompto's badge before she fully processes him, sticking out her hand. In addition to being too busy to think, she's ... mostly been too busy to take note of new faces. (She would never admit that it has something to do with fear — that new arrivals are just more people who can disappear, like Tony did.) ]
Rey. I'm from Giles Bell. You're the engineer?
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Yeah, that's me. Prompto. Nice to meet yo--
[-and takes her hand, his eyes widening at the sudden blue glow on their chests and an unfiltered exchange of emotions; it's probably funny that they're on a similar spectrum, prompto anxious and somewhat nervous about the job to come.]
[immediately he pulls his hand away, because the glow is really telling.]
Wait, [hissed whisper] you're also from -- you know, the safehouse and stuff?
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sorry i lost this notif!
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► HEINE
[it's a bit surprising for him to encounter heine, however, standing in front of a shop that blitzes neon pink and green onto the man's pale skin, advertising for some leathery trend or another.]
[he really hopes sneaking up behind the other doesn't scare him like how their first meeting went--]
Oh! Those boots are pretty cool. Super expensive. Don't think I'd buy them for that price.
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but seriously, the worst thing about being in this place was, apart from everything else, getting used to the changes to his body and senses. it feels like he's got a bag over his head constantly - not being able to see or hear who is approaching him until it's too late. Heine doesn't quite flinch as the voice sounds behind him, but he does hunch his shoulders somewhat, shoving his hands into his pants pockets. ]
Didn't ask you for opinions.
[ it's... that guy from the party. what was his name? ]
What was your name again?
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[prompto eases right at home, crossing his arms and balancing a relaxed stance, his outfit of the day. it's too hot to exist so at least he has an excuse for those extra sleeveless shirts.]
You like these kinda clothes?
[he motions towards the store, a curious glance up at the other.]
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► ACHILLES
[since they were, in fact, without one much needed extra piece of sleeping furniture, prompto headed out to the mall and found himself purchasing one inflatable mattress. it's funny how these things exist, even in the future.]
[reaching what is 'home,' prompto steps in around noon time, expecting to see the place deserted; he'd just have to message achilles about the present left for him. instead, however, the man he seeks is lounging on the couch for whatever reason.]
Hey, Chilly! [prompto grins, closing the door with the back of his boot as he excitedly walks over.] I got something for you! Bet you'll never guess what it is.
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Most types of shelter beats living in a tent for ten years, after all. This is nothing.
It just so happens that the couch, though lacking privacy, is in a great location between the kitchen, the bathroom, and Noctis' bedroom. He doesn't complain much about it, though sometimes he wakes up with tense joints.
Upon Prompto barging in unannounced, Achilles rolls over on the couch to peek over his shoulder, bleary-eyed from his afternoon nap. ]
What? What is it? Is it a weapon? [ His next guess is food.
Also, Chilly? He doesn't feel cold... ]
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[he sets the box down and gets down on his haunches, opening it up and pulling out its content.]
Have you looked into getting a job yet?
[standing straight and jumping just a bit to get the end of the inflatable mattress out, arms stretched upwards, he presents it to achilles with a grin. the material's a bit heavy, so he walks over and drapes it over the other.]
But first, it's an inflatable mattress! It's kinda shitty that Iggy gets to sit on the chair to sleep, but this way we all got something to sleep on, technically.
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► KATE
[it can feel like it's hard to breathe. so, finding this area close to the wall where it's mostly derelict and deserted of any real attempt at civilization feels like fresh air.]
[and the perfect place to practice some shooting with a bow and arrows without calling too much attention. that, and, if he had his camera, he'd love to do the scenic type of shooting, too.]
[for now, he makes do with taking pictures with his eyes.]
[turning, hands on his hips, he nods and meets kate's eyes.]
This seems pretty okay for a makeshift shooting range, I guess.
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I've seen worse. Do you want me to demonstrate first, or should we just jump right in?
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[he's nearly bouncing as he approaches, getting down onto a squat and simulating a frame with his fingers, stretching his arms forward]
Gives me a chance to take a couple of shots myself! [he stops a moment] If you're okay with that? It's totally for training purposes.
► GABY
--Gladio's a big guy, though. Like massive, with so many muscles. The fact that I got to scare him meant everything.
[of course he gets to talk shit about gladiolus when the man isn't around to claim otherwise. prompto jostles the contents of the bag as he accommodates the weight on his arms, walking along the street where the night market has been set up. he's not sure if they're done shopping for things, but he doesn't mind having a look around some more.]
His choke hold of death was so worth the scream he let out that day!
[he's laughing some to himself, then turns towards gaby. just making conversation:] You got any friend who is like that?
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If she remembers it correctly off the top of her head, that is. ]
Hmm? [ She doesn't realize the question's been posed to her at first, caught up somewhere between quiet scrutiny of their environment and listening to his story, and so the smile that follows is remarkably unguarded when she realizes she does know someone exactly like that. ]
I do. [ Even if her relationship with Illya may not necessarily constitute "friendly" at all times. ] They're here, in fact.
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[he smiles right back.]
Yeah? Man, that's pretty sweet that you've got a friend here even if the circumstances could be better.
[he really doesn't think he could have acclimated as well as he has had it not been for noctis being around.]
Doubt they're as muscular as Gladio though. [a rather soft hm comes after his words, as if he's proud of someone else's ... pecs.] Guy's a mountain. [turns out, prompto's a bit homesick.] What's their name, by the way?
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► ARANEA
wanna check out the festival
you busy?
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i wanna goooo but i'm at a training seminar for another 2-3 hours
[after a minute:]
i should make a run for it
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I LOST THIS NOTIF CRIES
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► BOBBI
[so, steeling himself, he's bought a box of plain butter cookies and made his way towards the destination she had pinned for him.]
[it doesn't take an awful long time for him to find where it is, and he is soon getting scanned by the home system at the door, announcing his arrival.]
Uh... It's Prompto!
[he says out loud, just in case.]
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she opens the door, smiling. it's a warm expression, some sympathy bleeding into it. ]
Hey. Come on in.
[ she waves him into the apartment and its living room where she's set out some things she'll need already. stuff she's appropriated from work, mostly. it pays to have everything for a blood sample at hand at all times, in her view. ]
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