(open to various)

[mercurio]

WHO: prompto argentum + others
WHERE: he's all over getting things done
WHEN: throughout the month but mostly these past few weeks
WHAT: this is a catch-all for all the action logs i had pending/in the works!
WARNINGS: TBA but most likely just some swearing!

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ᐅTATSUMA

[mercurio]

[he arrives when he can, a little after 2 o'clock. he did need to make a stop at the groceries for some habanero peppers for tatsuma's mother to use in her wonderful recipes! and, besides, it's not that easy to get rufus to climb up the back of his scooter. a dangerous situation perhaps, but thankfully gladio did a good job of training the dog to immediate obedience.]

[parking his scooter, he gets off and allows rufus to stretch his legs. he's quick to ring the doorbell of the family's home]

Hello! It's Prompto and Rufus! Tatsu?

[strawberrypunch]

[The sound of an older woman's voice can be heard, muffled through the door, though the exact word is a little too distant to be properly parsed. It must have been quite the thing, however, because when he opens the door, Tatsuma actually looks somewhat...

Annoyed??

The worst of the pout eases into a more neutral expression rather quickly, but given it's Tatsuma and he doesn't make a habit of getting irate, it's definitely quite the interesting image for the whole two seconds it's there.]

Oh... Hi, Prompto.

[And he'll politely step back, holding the door open for him and Rufus to come in!]

[mercurio]

[woah, he's never seen tatsuma on this level of... annoyed? what's going on? prompto's smile dissolves into a bit of a grimace as he steps on inside, bringing rufus behind him on his leash. he fidgets and looks over at his friend, bouncing on the ball of his feet in his inability to stop moving, bag with habanero peppers crinkling in the soft movement]

[but prompto isn't known for exactly shutting up]

Did I come at a bad time?

ᐅLUKE

[mercurio]

[he spends perhaps ten minutes trying to chill out and cool it. he's here for a job interview, but it doesn't mean he can't be himself. the guy over text seemed pretty relaxed anyway!]

[(it's just that the idea of having his photographs judged in any way shape or farm is enough to make him get ansty. honestly, anyone would be.)]

Hello!

[so in he steps, into cabin 11, seven months shy of being legal, but he's got a proper appointment with the owner of the place, so it's not like he's trespassing or anything, right?]

[approaching the counter, he sets his portfolio down and sits himself on a stool]

Luke?

[clearly he hasn't been in these kind of places when there's nothing going on much at all.]

[chiseler]

[When Prompto walks into the bar, he'll find...well. He'll find a guy, early 20s, dressed in what looks like old jeans and a thin t-shirt with his back turned toward the door as he's examining a chalkboard, a piece of green chalk in-hand and hovering over the surface. Hearing his name though prompts him to turn around and he grins lightly.]

Judging by the fact you're sitting in the off-limits stool and you've got a portfolio with you, you must be Prompto. [For having an off-limits stool he actually seems pretty amused and does nothing to move him.] Hey, man. Good to meet you in person.

ᐅMICAH

[mercurio]

Hey.

[it's so toasty and nice down here, under the kotatsu. he's never heard about this thing before in his life until micah introduced him to it, and prompto is pretty sure he's addicted to it. it's cold in the house but warm under the table... what is this devilry? he asks every time.]

Dude.

[for now, he's pretty useless, blinking away the sleepy from his eyes, turning his head and craning his neck to get a better view of his surroundings. micah? anyone?]

[lifts an arm up and waves it around]

Did I fall asleep?

[there's dried drool on your chin, what do you think]

[sparsity]

Yeah. [ Micah responds easily from where he's laying on the opposite side of the kotatsu, legs still half-eaten up by the warm blanket. He's on his back, arms held bent to his sides, playing on his phone. ] For about... [ A hum. ] Maybe less than an hour.

[ Micah doesn't blame him. A kotatsu is a unique thing to see in an American apartment, but he and his mom hadn't wanted to give it up when they moved. Luckily, he's converting his friends one by one while the weather is still chill enough to warrant it. With the windows thrown open, a breeze rolls through the room, making it feel even nicer. ]

By the way.

[ He moves his leg beneath the table, hitting a wall of fur. ]

Which dog is that?

ᐅFREYA

[mercurio]

I wanna ride my chocobo all day♪

[here's one ridiculous individual going about the local market, taking pictures of stands and individuals--the usual people watching. he's also very much here because it's on his way to the stables.]

[needless to say, however, prompto has a hard time getting the song out of his head, considering just how hype he is for the birdhorses all the time. so it's not going to be the first nor the last time that he'll be found humming our straight up singing the song at random.]

Ride a chocobo all night and day~ Until many treasures are found♪ Hmm, mmm♪

[after one more picture, he stops by the water fountain, standing atop the ledge (dangerous...) and checks through his pictures, still humming.]

[belligerentwarrior]

Well, don't you look lively today?

[It's kind of hard to miss Prompto, with his bouncing and singing and bounding about. It's also hard to miss the guy she almost dropped a plant on. Freya still felt a little bad about kicking him like that.]

[This time, though, she's got a reusable bag full of groceries slung over her shoulder instead of a giant pot of soil and tree.] Aren't we a little excited about the birds? [I mean, how could she not tease him about his song?]

ᐅMIKOTO

[mercurio]

[the lights turn on gradually as the credits of the movie start to roll. people start filing out, as they generally do at the end of a film. prompto? prompto is firmly still seated, sniffling, and very clearly rubbing at his eyes]

[what kind of ending was that!? a too beautiful one, for sure.]

[at least his tears are mostly superficial and not a sobbing mess or anything; this much he can pretend didn't happen.]

[except mikoto's sitting next to him.]

[upon remembering that, prompto turns to him with the saddest blue eyes, a pout on his face]

I wasn't crying!

[mikodere]

[Even when people started to leave the theatre, Mikoto is still sitting next to Promtpo, not moving from his spot. He had been a sobbing wreck ever since the ending. Never before had he witnessed such a beautiful and romantic ending to a movie before.

He could still feel the tears dripping down his eyes, but was also careful to make sure that he didn't make the popcorn soggy.

Suddenly, a voice catches his attention. Was the movie still going? Oh no wait. Shit. He was still sitting next to Prompto.]

W-What's with those sad blue eyes, then? [He's totally sniffling.] I-I wasn't crying either!!

[It's just manly tears.]

ᐅYOON-SUNG

[mercurio]

[it's been a bit over an hour, and prompto is already feeling overwhelmed. he huffs (but it's more of a sigh) into his glass with soda. his latest attempt to start talking with a beautiful girl sitting with her friends didn't work out too well; she looked nice and friendly--which she totally was!--but prompto missed all his cues and was instead a stuttering mess.]

[in the end, he removed himself from the situation before he could further embarrass himself (and her) any further.]

Yoon... I don't think this is working out...

[vendettastool]

[Prompto tried. Yoon-sung had did his best in guiding the younger man in the art of picking up a date. He made sure he looked put together and gave him a few lines to start a conversation going, but then Prompto's natural nerves got in the way and he just broke into a stuttering mess. It would take a lot more then a few new words to get past the stuttering, which was unfortunate. Maybe he just needed to meet a girl in a more natural setting for him?

As it was, he sat back at the bar, watching Promopto as he made his attempts and fending off the offers he was getting from a couple of women. He never had a hard time when it came to the dating scene, though he was pretty sure that maybe at one time he was all awkward limbs and stuttering words. Maybe, though he didn't remember. In any case, as Prompto came back to sigh into his drink, Yoon-sung reached over and gave his shoulder a squeeze.]

Do you think the setting isn't for you?

ᐅJACK

[mercurio]

[after the message from jack and no further replies to his own text, prompto is left with nothing but curiosity and nothing to lose as he sets foot into the robotics classroom's workshop. a bit tentatively, hesitating.]

[he doesn't know what to expect with jack anymore]

Uh, sup? Got your message.

[but it seems like there aren't any clowns around. he takes a couple more brave steps inside]

[hjack69]

Great timing! Hold this.

[ This is Jack, chucking a hunk of metal at Prompto's head from across the workshop. Taylor Swift is jammin' in the background. The half-dismantled corpses of about a zillion different machines lay strewn from table to table, as if carried around and put down in some nightmarish stream-of-consciousness workflow.

Things can only go downhill from here. ]

ᐅGABRANTH

[mercurio]

[this is the most disturbing delivery he's ever had to make.]

[the fruit jump and dance about inside the basket, but the woman who entrusted this to him found nothing odd about it. rather, she called them cute, and said that her son loved apples especially.]

[imagine prompto's suprise when her "son" was noah gabranth. as it turns out, this is in fact a small city.]

Uh... For detective Gabranth. Is he around?

[he asks at the reception, maybe dreading meeting the guy after their last online exchange. but a job's a job.]

[judicatus]

No need, I'm right here—

[ Before the receptionist can even do their job, Gabranth has the good fortune to be passing through — and also the ill fortune to see exactly who it is that's calling on him. The look he greets Prompto with is already perturbed, and before he has the chance to fix it into something more neutral, he sees the jittering contents of the basket and looks even more perturbed than ever. ]

Ah... Hello there.

[ He hopes that's not for him. By some miracle, he hopes that's not for him. ]

ᐅNOAH

[mercurio]

[early mornings on a saturday should be illegal, but the exciting idea that there's some secret code to be revealed drives him onwards. especially considering that the library may hold the key to its secrets, along with the whole "sneaking about" and away from retrospec]

[totally some spy agent thing going on here!]

[...which might explain why prompto is dress mostly in black and gray tones and is covering his blond hair with a black beanie.]

[upon catching sight of noah, he raises his hand in greeting and does a quick jog over to him, hands back in his pockets to guard himself from the morning cold.]

Hey! [oh, he's not quite as short as prompto imagined] Already regretting having to wake up early?

[he offers a friendly grin]

I'm ready if you are.

[redarm]

[Noah would agree with the illegal sentiment. While he wasn't the type to sleep half the day away, getting up to meet someone at 7am on a Saturday was a bit much. It was bad enough he had to get up this early for school during the week. So he could be found sitting on the steps of the library, sipping a thermos of coffee as he tries to wake up. He's wearing all black, but that's more because it's his typical wardrobe than any notions of being a spy agent whatever.]

Oh I'm full of regrets.

[Prompto seems just as chipper as usual, which just feels wrong at this hour in the morning. Where does this guy get all his energy? Was he solar powered or something?

Truthfully, Noah still felt weird about doing this. Agreeing to go to the library with someone he barely knows to look up stuff from his hallucination. He had been tempted to say no but....well, he couldn't deny these visions were bothering him. He found himself regularly staring at his drawing. Every time, it felt like he was seeing something familiar, but he had no idea how or why, or even what it meant.

He had to know, even if he refused to buy into the notion that whatever memories he was seeing were his]

Yeah...gimme a sec. I wanna finish my coffee.

[That said, the mystery could wait until he gets enough caffeine into him yeesh]

ᐅTOGUSA

[mercurio]

[it takes prompto nearly no time at all to whip out his phone and start a new chat box.]

nearly at the dog park with rufus
shouldve checked earlier but can you make it?
since i know you asked me to tell you...

[rufus is tugging at the leash as he leads makoto down the streets, towards he park (or maybe some random spot on the sidewalk). rufus has been doing better, but prompto wants to make sure he has some friends to bond with, too.]

it's prompto btw

[standalonehuman]

[Togusa chuckles when he gets the message.]

I figured as much. Give us a little bit of time, and we'll be right there.

[Not long after, Togusa is on his way, with a small white dog trotting along beside him. Daisuke's gait looks a little abnormal, since he's got a permanent problem with his right leg, but he keeps pace easily, compensating for the injury. Daisuke spots Rufus, and he zips ahead of Togusa, tail wagging eagerly to greet the other dog.]

[frostythehitman]

[ To anyone else, James might look like he's wandering around aimlessly about town and loitering suspiciously in front of particularly shady-looking alleys and rundown buildings. But there is, in fact, a method to his madness, taking photos of shuttered convenience stores and finding paths between alleyways and dead ends.

Right now, though, he's kicking weeds in a vacant lot. Not particularly intensely, either--it's more of an inquisitive kick, if there was ever such a thing.

He's also murmuring to himself as he does all this. ]

Hmm, looking good so far...

[mercurio]

[that's one creepy picture if prompto ever had to witness one, is what he thinks as he slows down his scooter to a halt, on the street in front of the vacant lot. what's going on? why is this kid randomly just standing there, on his own? is he playing hide and seek with his friends?]

[please just be playing hide and seek with your friends]

Oi! [he calls anyway] Y'okay?

ᐅBIGBY

[mercurio]

[honestly? prompto would have been better off coming in when he didn't have a broken nose. but! he had already postponed this long enough, and if he kept bigby waiting on the portfolio and samples for this Very Important Occasion, he was sure he would lose the job and the opportunity to make bigby not be so dang skeptic about him.]

[he's got a reputation to keep]

[which is why he's wearing one of those surgical face masks to hide his otherwise obvious bruising. this is a good plan!]

[since bigby is a busy man, prompto is now sat prim and proper at the side of his desk on an extra chair (this is where criminals sit for interrogation or while their data is being taken...), portfolio and some schematics about picture sizes and layouts and general pricing on a neat excel sheet. he's just waiting for the man to return to his desk.]

I'M HERE

[puffing]

[ Bigby probably can't be one to judge in regards to one's current physical condition. he was all over the town not too long ago with his arm in a sling and a busted up face himself, having just healed up to not show anything noticeable about a week ago.

just because he can't be one to judge doesn't mean he won't, though. when Prompto is found just sitting at his desk with a friggin' surgical masks strapped to his face like he's contracted a deadly disease, the detective is immediately tilting his head and scrutinizing him with a fine-tooth comb. ]

Do I even want to ask? ―Do I even want to get near you?

[ Prompto.... ]