[CLOSED] The open sea!

[kittycaterer]

WHO: Noctis, Prompto, Ignis, Noah, Ardyn, and MORE (I'll be updating this list for whoever else is able to join after plotting)
WHERE: Post-Dated to before the current blank canvas Event
WHEN: Last week of April
WHAT: Fishing vacation~ The crew takes time off on the giant house boat.
WARNINGS: TBA Probably none though.

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[OTA]

[kittycaterer]

[ The sun is high and the breeze is perfect! Just what Noctis had expected when he'd actually looked ahead of time for the forecast. Perfect for the lovely house boat that he'd rented specifically for the occasion. It's got a few rooms, plenty of space inside, and it's even made up with a kitchen!

Noctis has a small bit of experience driving boats; it isn't too hard based off of what his father had taught him as a child. And so they're able to set off with ease. Out on the open water. Once they've found a place to set the anchor, it's time to get to fishing! Noctis wastes absolutely no time in getting himself set up in a chair, setting up his bait on his trusty fishing rod. Feel free to join in! ]

[redarm]

[Noah's never been on a house boat before, so he's a bit awed as he gets onto the ship, wandering around the hulls and exploring every cranny. Timcanpy is always with him, flying behind him. This thing is bigger than his home when he lived with his dad, jeez!

Eventually, he'll come find Noctis while he's fishing. ]

Okay, I'm fucking impressed.

[kittycaterer]

[ Noctis is minding his fishing rod when he hears footsteps, stopping and letting it rest in his lap. He looks up to Noah, smile lopsided yet beaming. ]

I know what I’m about.

[ He’ll admit to having expensive taste.

However, he stops, squinting as he looks towards Timcampy while pointing. ]

Uh...

[ He thinks Noah hasn’t noticed it. ]

[quiet_storm]

[Cloud peers over the side of the boat, watching the spot where the fishing line contacts the surface of the water. Nothing seems to be happening. A whole lot of nothing.]

Do you ever catch anything?

[kittycaterer]

[ He makes sure he line is sturdy, adjusting it as he needs to. His attention shifts up to Cloud. ]

Most of the time. It’s all about location and bait.

Definitely have better chances on open sea.

[maskreant]

[ He has zero experience with fishing (and had to quickly buy a rod before the trip), but he won't stop himself from trying. It seems like a game of patience and he can use some relaxing, so he sets up next to Noctis without saying a word. Instead, he follows a wikihow on his phone and does pretty well. It's just a matter of time...

Twenty minutes of silence before it's broken by a very loud meow coming from Akira's bag. He doesn't react, but... Yes. There's another meow not too long after. ]

[kittycaterer]

[ Noctis isn't much of a conversationalist. Well, he's not all that great at starting conversations. So when the stranger decides to join him, he happily scoots to give him some room, happy to continue fishing.

Eventually, that meow gets his attention. ]

Mm?

[ And then another. Noctis blinks, tilting his head at the bag. ]

[daemonized]

Never a missed opportunity to fish, I see.

[Ardyn's wandered next to Noctis, curious and wanting to say hello. He squints a little against the sun, the brighteness of it reflected off the water.]

Catch anything?

[quiet_storm]

[Cloud is having a blast. He'll spend as much time as he can leaning on the railings, meandering around the roof, and bothering everybody else he can find. Sure, he hasn't got his "sea legs" just yet, but that's half the fun.]

Are there sharks here? Jellyfish? I hope the app doesn't send us a monster to drag the whole boat under with its tentacles. It would take awhile to swim back to shore.

[mercurio]

[prompto leans against the railing too, a little too forward for comfort]

[he whines as cloud expresses his wild imaginings]

Can we not think about scary things right 'bout now?

GAMES (uno!!) - OTA

[mercurio]

[prompto plops down onto one of the chairs in the lounge area, slapping a deck of cards into his hands. it's late at night, dinner's been had, and even though some are preparing to sleep, prompto's ready to be loud and ruin those plans]

Who wants to play UNO!?

[kittycaterer]

[ Noctis is completely decked out for this weekend, wearing a brand new pair of trunks he bought just for the occasion, coupled with a grey tank top. He steps in while pushing his sunglasses up to rest on top of his head, plopping down into the seat adjacent to Prompto. ]

Uno? You’re just asking for this to turn into a murder boat.

[ He smirks, holding his hand out for his deck. ]

I’m game.

OTA

[mercurio]

[thankfully he doesn't need to use a crutch anymore for his leg injury, but prompto's limping is kind of obvious as he walks around the boat. find him a. trying to help out in the kitchen, b. very obviously avoiding the outside areas aka water, c. playing on his phone, bored out of his mind, on one of the lounge chairs, or d. feeling seasick.]

[let's have a fun and relaxing vacation! said his boyfriend. prompto misses land.]

d.

[quiet_storm]

Hey Prom, did you see the--

[Prompto didn't look so good. Cloud had never seen him this miserable, not in all the time he'd spent around Prompto when his stomach was bothering him. The worst he usually got was a bit tired looking and slightly dizzy, it was never enough to put a damper on his cheerful disposition. This must be pretty serious. Cloud reached out, tentatively, to rest a hand on Prompto's shoulder.]

Uh, hey... You okay?

C.

[kittycaterer]

Bored out of your mind, huh?

[ Noctis is coming back inside from sitting on the deck, smelling of the outdoors and looking pretty happy about it. But no vacation is enjoyable without his partner in crime. He lets himself fall into an adjacent lounge chair, smiling as he playfully pats at Prompto’s knee. ]

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[maskreant]

[ And here is Akira!! While he has been keeping to himself for the most part, not knowing many of Prompto's friends personally, he's been enjoying the nice breeze and the view of the waters. Most of his time is just watching it, maybe even checking his phone and taking his pictures, but for the most part chilling. The most therapeutic activity ever.

He does sneak into the kitchen out of curiosity. Whether Prompto notices or not, Akira is shadowing him and watching carefully, like a cat. ]

It Is Time

[amities]

[Unfortunately none of Noctis' catches have included salmon, however with the help that Prompto has been giving Ignis in the kitchen throughout the day, he figured that he could prepare one of the nicer fishes specifically for Prompto (and well after he's properly learned how to cook them).

Now it's just a matter of actually finding Prompto to let him know Ignis has made dinner. He's not surprised to see him not out on the deck, but when he heads inside, he's confused to see a body curled up on the couch. There's tufted blond hair, a face buried into a cushion.

Ignis walks over a little faster.]

Prompto? Is something the matter?

( ota )

[amities]

[Ignis decides to deign himself the chef of the boat, even though he isn't actually a chef, he's just responsible for taking care of and feeding Noctis (and Prompto on occasion). However with recent memory regains he's decided to try increasing his culinary knowledge and so you'll find him more commonly in the kitchen. He's set up a few easily accessible snacks, some sliced sandwiches, bowls of chips and pretzels, bottles of water.

If you happen upon him there, he'll be wearing a simple black apron, and with a smile he'll gladly ask:]

Can I prepare anything for you?

[Or, he'll be making a sorry attempt at trying to figure out how to prepare the fish Noct has caught. Because. He's never cooked fish before. Please help him.]

[And before you ask, yes, there's alcohol. But you have to go through Ignis to get it.]

[kittycaterer]

[ Enter Noctis, who’s just come inside from yet another round of fishing. He’s a bit red, but nothing too noticeable on his behalf. He pushes his sunglasses atop his head as he walks into the kitchen, stopping when he sees Ignis toiling away. There are snacks neatly set out, indicating that Ignis has been glued here for some time. And cutting at one of his catches in the meantime.

Noctis perks a brow as he approaches the fridge, opening it to obtain his first beer. ]

I’m good.

... Really committing to the cooking thing now, huh?

[ He knows Ignis has always enjoyed it to an extent, but preparing for a party? A bit beyond his usual thing. He cracks open his beer, looking over the spoils. ]

[quiet_storm]

[Okay Prompto, Cloud is now "being social." And he's specifically looking for Ignis because Prompto gushed about the guy's accent and made a big deal about Cloud not having heard it yet. Seriously, though, that stern demeanor is pretty intimidating. Look how much work Big Brother is doing to make you happy, Prom.

Cloud sticks his head in the kitchen.]

Hey, Noct just caught another fish. Prompto said you're going to cook it. Do you want me to bring... ?

[The carnage laid out in front of Ignis on the counter looks like it's being slowly tortured to death instead of being cleaned for cooking. No, the torture is definitely post-mortem. Cloud tilts his head a little at the strange macabre scene.]

Uhh... What are you doing...?

ota.

[erythristic]

[going out on a boat is surprising, but when it's coupled with a request from people she holds dear, Grell can't exactly say no. the fine weather is appreciated, but Grell keeps herself in the shade more often than not - even with sunscreen, she knows she'll burn.

she can be found a. sitting and watching the water under one of the umbrellas, b. inside to pass the time with a peculiar expression on her face (she's going to positively strangle her coworkers) or c. where she can sit on deck and let only her feet dangle in the water.

summer is going to be a killer, she can feel it in the air.]

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[daemonized]

[Grell knows well by now that Ardyn has an unfortunate dislike of the sun. Therefore, his reasoning is thus: if he's hardly outside in it (he's been inside the boathouse more often than not), then there's no need for sunscreen. He won't be burnt. Surely.

Maybe.

But eventually he does wander out, just to see what Grell has been up to. He finds her nicely situated under an umbrella near the water, and he strides on over with a grin.]

You don't think it's too hot to be out here?

[Hi.]

( a )

[amities]

[Ignis lacks a large degree of familiarity to most of the people invited to the house boat, but it doesn't mean he intends to be avoidant. When he isn't occupied in the kitchen, he's mostly keeping an eye out for Noctis and Prompto, but he also makes sure that the rest of the guests are well taken care of. This means he tries to do a good degree of mingling on the deck.

With a glass of water in hand, Ignis makes another round, and this time he decides to pass through the seated area with the umbrellas. It's there that he finds someone sitting by themselves, and so he approaches.]

Excuse me, Miss. I don't mean to be a bother, but could I retrieve anything for you?

[Closed to Ignis]

[kittycaterer]

[ It’s late at night, sometime close to midnight. And it’s been a rather eventful day. The first day of fishing resulted in some pretty damn good catches, and that’s been ridiculously exciting for Noctis. He’s even expressed how hype he’s been over his 16 pounder several times.

It’s a shocker that he hasn’t taken a nap yet. Prompto is certainly down for the count by now, snoring away in one of the bedrooms of the boat. Yet here is Noctis, wide awake and just slightly buzzed when he approaches Ignis with a sloppy smirk and a bottle of wine. He wiggles it at him in the kitchen, just as Ignis finishes cleaning up. ]

Sit out on the deck? I’ve got two of these.

[amities]

[Noct's enthusiasm is, admittedly, pretty endearing, but having to deal with the plethora of fish he's reeled in the entirety of the day has been nearly a nightmare. They are now in possession of enough fish to feed them for a good few weeks, except Ignis doesn't want to so much as touch one for the next few days. Even after washing and scrubbing his hands three times, they still feel grimy and smell fishy, except that probably only has to do with them being out on the boat.

He scrubs and cleans the kitchin thoroughly, almost to exhaustion. He may very well just call it a night and drag himself off to bed, but it's the appearance of a figure in the doorway that has him pausing right as he closes up the fridge and tosses a towel over to the sink.

Walking over to the counter, Ignis picks up his glasses and puts them back on only to frown slightly with a raise of his eyebrow.]

Dare I ask if you've begun to empty the contents of either without me? [Yet he's already opening up the cabinets to retrieve two glasses for them.

No, he's not drinking straight out of the bottle. The day hasn't been that bad.]