recolle | semi-closed ❖ it's bingo time

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semi-closed ❖ it's bingo time

WHO: Ardyn Izunia and many others.
WHERE: All over Recolle.
WHEN: All throughout July.
WHAT: Mostly bingo! But a catch-all for the month in general.
WARNINGS: Stupidity within.

((ooc; This is a catch-all for the month of July for Ardyn, but there is mostly... going to be a lot of bingo threads in here! For reference, this is Ardyn's bingo card, filled with those I've already plotted with so far. I am still willing to fill out his empty cards if anyone needs any of these, or just doubling up on prompts in general.

Hit me up at

aurajen if you have any questions or just wanna plot with me further!))

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I do hope you’re proficient at sewing. [-he says to Grell, one day soon after they’ve all received their bingo cards, having knocked on her apartment door and greeting her with a lopsided smile. He has a bag or two slung over his shoulder, the sort that looks like it might be carrying all manner of clothes within — instead, they’re filled with nothing more than scarves of all kinds.

Colorful, patterned, plain. All meant as a sad sacrifice for the sake of bingo, though Ardyn doesn’t seem terribly upset either way. He looks amused, and having told her about this (very briefly) on the way over via text, she at least has a small idea of what to expect today.]

Edited 2017-07-04 21:08 (UTC)

[It’s easy enough to find an ice cream vendor, selling their wares in the heat of the summer season. The line’s a little long, because it appears that everyone else has the same idea, but Ardyn’s a patient man. He stands, waiting, and while he digs into his pocket for his wallet, he turns a little over his shoulder and says to the person behind him:]

What’s your favorite flavor?

[Ardyn might have more patience than most, but even then it’s a limited resource. He wonders just how much of this patience will be spent trying to create a “human pyramid” with another Retrospec user, and just how much more will be wasted attempting to do so with a vaguely familiar face he sees across the way.

He has half a mind to keep walking, but the idea of a missed opportunity is just enough to change his mind. Ardyn approaches Zoro, a relatively forced smile on his face — obvious by the way it’s a bit sharper, a bit thinner, than his usual.]

I assume you’ve a bingo card as well?

[Hi, it’s your favorite person.]

Edited 2017-07-04 17:59 (UTC)

[Ardyn’s shed his layers for the beach, which is a miracle unto itself. In fact, this is probably the most layer-less most will ever see him, given that he’s dressed in beige linen pants and a loose, button-up white shirt. (Light colors! The world must be ending.) One can blame the bingo cards; Ardyn never finds himself here on the beach for terribly long, and thus never dresses for the occasion, but the man isn’t so stubborn as to wear his usual when he knows he’s going to be here for an extended period of time.

And so, instead of dying of heatstroke, he’s going to attempt to build a sandcastle. Somehow, he’s ended up going with a group of people — Prompto, Dante, Togusa, and Grell — which at least makes this an entertaining little outing. The boys have already started building their castles, and he eyes their work critically on occasion, but doesn’t say anything just yet.

He will allow himself a complaint against the sun, every once in awhile.]

It’s unbearably bright— [he says, leaning back with his palms in the sand] —and I should have brought my umbrella.

[THE SUN!! He hates it.]

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Edited 2017-07-04 17:26 (UTC)

[He’s still at the beach, though this activity seems more calming than the last. The waves lap at his feet as he walks along the shore, appearing to look for something in particular. Instead, a few minutes into his trek, he spots a familiar face in the distance.]

Ah, doctor! [He calls out, drawing closer. When he’s within earshot, he continues.] Don’t tell me — you’re looking for seashells. Hm?

Mr. Kaiba. [-says Ardyn, quite at a loss about what he should do. He had spoken with his ex-student about him helping him with this square prior, though to be honest he has no idea how to go about it. Ardyn is not much of a fighter, and while he’s never a man that truly lacks any confidence, he also knows quite clearly when he’s at a disadvantage.]

You’ll go easy on me, won’t you? [That grin of his, wry and facetious, reveals that he likely doesn’t care either way. For the sake of getting the this checked off of his proverbial list, he’ll do what needs to be done.]

[Now this will be fun.

Holding on tight to the reins of the chocobo, Ardyn has the advantage of his memories making him very familiar with how to ride a chocobo, and even how to race one. He reaches out a hand to pat at the neck of his bird, fingers running through large, soft feathers, as he looks at his “opponent”.]

Doing all right over there? [There’s the intonation of a laugh intwined in his words, not even bothering to hide it. They've managed to secure a "route" for their chocobo (a particularly clear trail through the forest) and Ardyn is eager to get started as soon as the other is ready.]

[Scrolling through the registry is easy enough, though Ardyn does it with an obvious dearth of enthusiasm. What’s here to buy that he can twist into something sarcastic and passive aggressive? What can they render utterly useless, and send it to Jim that way to show their appreciation?

He continues scrolling. With the lilt of something sardonic in his tone, he asks:]

Stop me when you see something you think our dear Jim would really appreciate from us.

[This isn’t exactly a venue that Ardyn visits all that often, but he has to admit that the space theme is definitely eye-catching. It’s busy, but not so crowded as to not have breathing room, and the man is currently trying to spot a familiar face—

Well, he sees someone at any rate, familiar or not, in the distance. He can only hope that this other individual finds a vague amusement in what he was about to do.

He approaches, and clears his throat when he’s close.]

Excuse me. [Hi. Turn around, won’t you? If you do, you'll be met with a man wearing an outfit made of nothing more than scarves, which will lend well to the question he's going to ask you.]

Edited 2017-07-24 16:26 (UTC)

Poor Mr. Astley, do you think he ever intended this song of his to become nothing short of a joke?

[He muses with his singing “partner”, lifting a brow.]

I’m not sure this is exactly the way I’d wish for my own work to be immortalized, but who knows? Maybe he finds some amusement in it.

[He looks down wherever it is they’ve decided to start their caroling adventures, a particularly busy sidewalk, street, idk whatever it is you like basically. Either way, there are crowds that will definitely notice them singing once they start — good thing that the spotlight was never something that bothered Ardyn.]

You know the song, I assume? Or do we need to go over the lyrics?

[What coincidence that Ardyn has found his nephew here, in a little burger place at the corner of a busy street. He could make a joke about him not eating something rotten for once, and while he may save that quip for later, right now he has other priorities.]

Souji! What are you doing here? Certainly not to eat normal food, is it?

[…okay, no, he had to make the joke first.]

Or, maybe, is it to indulge yourself in a bit of yoga? I hope so.

[No context. W…at.]

[He hadn’t intended on filling out this particular square of his card. It required someone to actually be hurt, after all, and Ardyn does draw a line that he won’t cross, when it comes to playing Retrospec’s games.

It’s convenient, then (though he’d never think of it that way), that Arlene already seems to be sporting an injury. He frowns at her, concerning filtering its way into his expression, as it often does when faced with someone who might need his help.]

What have you gone and done?

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Edited 2017-07-04 17:31 (UTC)

Now then, the question is, who shall we start a rumor about, and to whom will we spread it to?

[There’s something slightly devious in his tone, rare that it is, but it’s born of amusement and nothing else. Starting rumors… what did Retrospec think they were? High school students? Nattering old women? Well, it didn’t matter — Ardyn is strangely eager to do this, impulsive and often times playful man that he is.

He digs into his pants pocket, pulling out his phone.]

And shall we spread them via random calls? Or do you want to take a stroll around the city, whispering lies into the ears of random passersby the old-fashioned way?

[At some point during the day, he’s found Rosalind in her office. Ardyn appears in her doorway, knocking gently at its frame.]

Knock knock.

[His usual grin is still plastered onto his face, but there’s something about his words that imply this might be a bit more serious than the rest of his bingo shenanigans he’s indulged himself in so far. A “difficult” memory, after all, usually meant that others weren’t always inclined to share it.

He’ll not force her, of course, and it would be a two-way street, but… Well. Ardyn doesn’t exactly hesitate, but there is a moment of silence that passes before he says anything else.]

Been bothered enough by those requesting help with their cards yet? Or do you have time for one more?

[This would be easier, he thinks, with a friend than a stranger. Thus his appearance at Rosalind’s door, uncertain whether his timing is inconvenient or otherwise.]

[Finding a stranger is easy enough; sharing a memory with them is perhaps… a little harder, but for a man like Ardyn, he at least shows less hesitation than most.

Dirk is his unfortunate(?) victim today, catching him walking along the sidewalk in one of Recolle’s busier areas. Instead of letting him pass next to him, like strangers walking by often do, Ardyn instead spins on his heel and lightly taps him on the shoulder.]

Excuse me! I think I’ve seen your face before.

[On the network, is the implication. You’re an unwilling Retrospec user, too, he means.]

Does, ah, bingo mean anything to you? I assume that it does, given certain current developments.

[Wanna help him with his square, stranger?]

[Yeager is still stranger enough, as they’ve only interacted twice, and briefly over the network at that. But enough for him to recognize the man’s face as he passes by, and Ardyn grins, attempting to catch his attention.]

If it isn’t my fellow fashion connoisseur. [ARYDN YOU ARE NOT A FASHION CONNOISSEUR…] Fancy meeting you here. What brings you out and about on a dreadfully warm day like today, hm?

[Are you perhaps… looking for a stranger to duel with.]

[How they ended up here is of no consequence, okay. At some point, bingo cards were talked about, and Noctis fell into the category of a “friend of a friend” quite easily — and so, here they are. Ardyn and Noctis… standing in the middle of an arcade together.

Ardyn straightens the hat on his head, eyeing the sounds and flashing lights surrounding him. He’s hardly put off, instead finding all of this quite entertaining, but this isn’t exactly where he spends even a modicum of his free time. He can only imagine that Noctis is far more comfortable here than him, and he looks over at the young man with a skeptical raise of his brow.]

Well. I leave it to you to choose what game you wish to play.

[There’s several cabinets around. Big, giant screens of more “modern” games, old arcade cabinets for those with more retro tastes, and even a few air hockey tables nearby. There’s also a claw machine with several plushes stuffed into it, just adjacent to the air hockey tables.]

[ As Aranea listens casually to the professor, she distinctly feels any sense of pride rapidly dwindling away, flying fast and furiously away from her. There was no way she’s drunk enough for this, not to mention her source of payment for this act is hardly assured. As the hundred of people teeming in Retrospec, bitchin’ in unison, had confirmed— there’s no contract, no order. ]

Who knows. Who cares. If Astley ever catches wind of our little “show” after someone uploads it onto youtube, our humiliation may just temporarily satiate the lack of royalties.

[ Eyes squint against both the glare of the sunlight and the people teeming around them on this busy holiday. ]

I know the lyrics. But d’you know the dance?

Any flavour works?

... I don't actually like ice cream.

[ He was literally just passing through? But it's crowded enough that he's close enough to be considered in the line at the ice cream vendor.

If it was anyone else he would probably have walked past them but this is Ardyn so he kind of feels obligated to stay, especially since if he knows Ardyn well enough (and he thinks he does), Ardyn will just insist on getting him one anyway. He's like that. ]

[No.

Whatever this is, no. He doesn't want it. With a parting scowl, he walks away. As far as his feet will carry him. So far. Miles...

He only manages a few yards before turning around. That damn incentive is too tempting to ignore.]

What do you want? If it's anything embarrassing, I'll cut you.

[With what? Fuck if he knows. A seashell? He'll make it work.]

... Have you had any experience in any sort of combat, Professor?

[ He sounds vaguely amused, just enough to match Ardyn's wry grin. ]

I can at least teach you how to throw a decent punch. [ That's... not too hard? ] Maybe some basic blocks, but I don't know if I have time to throw in proper stances and throws so we'll just see what we can squeeze in.

[ It's not like he can cram in that many lessons in a short amount of time - it took him years of practicing judo to get to this point, he's not about to make Ardyn learn everything in the space of a couple of hours. It's just not possible unless Ardyn is some kind of superhuman, probably. ]

I'll let you know later if I can go easy on you.

[ The answer will probably be yes, to be honest. He's secretly also a bleeding heart. ]

Ah! Stop running around in circles!

[Don't mind the screaming! That's just Fynn trying to get used to the yellow bellied nightmare he's riding here. This chocobo must be made out of brimstone, hell and fire because it utterly hates Fynn. The chocobo keeps running around in circles trying in vain to shake its rider off but Fynn clings to those brightly colored feathers for dear life. The bird is running all over the place leaving a trail of yellow plumage everywhere as it bucks up wildly like some crazed lunatic.]

Please, please, please stop! [Fynn keeps pleading with the angry chocobo to stop but this just seems to coax it to misbehave further.] STOP! Quit miss behavin', you overgrown turkey!

[More screaming ensues as the chocobo zooms right past Ardyn and Prompto like the motherfucking Doomtrain. This bird is trying to catch enough speed to fling its annoying rider off.]

Edited 2017-07-04 19:53 (UTC)

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semi-closed ❖ it's bingo time

BINGO

GRELL / create a scarf outfit (center square)

PROMPTO, KAIBA / ice cream

(ZORO + FAWKES) / human pyramid

(PROMPTO, DANTE, TOGUSA, GRELL) / sandcastles at the beach

ROSALIND / sandcastles at the beach

LUCIAN / seashells

KAIBA / sparring

PROMPTO, FYNN / chocobo race

KARKAT, AINSLEY / buy something for Jim at the Towers

OPEN / Pizza Port, take me to your leader

MARI, ARANEA / Carolling Never Gonna Give You Up

SOUJI / yoga in a fast food joint

ARLENE / using powers around someone new

DANTE / slap someone who broke into Retrospec

GRELL / start a rumor and spread it to at least 5 people

ROSALIND / share a difficult Retrospec memory

DIRK / share a memory you’ve never shared before with a stranger

YEAGER / duel of choice with a stranger

NOCTIS / spend the day with a friend of a friend

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