( semi-closed )

[mercurio]

WHO: prompto + various
WHERE: all over the city!
WHEN: throughout july
WHAT: BINGO
WARNINGS: probably a lot of stupid

OOC: basically all my bingo threads are gonna be in the comments to follow! prompto's prompto's bingo sheet is nearly filled up, but i'm more than happy to work something out for the blank spaces! feel free to PM me or go to his plot comment.

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ARANEA / bouquet of echo flowers + regain

[mercurio]

[prompto's on his way to the beach (dressed appropriately in flip flops, chocobo print swim trunks, a shirt, and a baseball cap), zooming past on his scooter, when he makes a stop at the general store. he needs to stock up on sunscreen (because he ain't no fool) and some water bottle and snacks, just in case he's there a while. there's one thing you learn to do when you live alone, and that's to always think ahead. there may be food and drinks at the beach, but he can never be too sure to rely on that kind of what-if.]

[he's good to go and pay, but he's currently standing in front of the ice cream freezer, entertaining the idea of saying fuck it to calorie intake for the day and just getting something cold... it's so damn hot, he was already sweating while on his scooter.]

Hmm...

[ladya]

[ Having fought the maelstrom that was finding herself a slot in the nearby public parking deck, Aranea is thinking somewhere along the lines of Prompto. Entering the store, she picks up a bottle of canned black coffee from the freezer.

As she passes by the ice cream section, Aranea absentmindedly wonders if she should get herself an ice cream bar before she notices that familiar blonde haircut. ]

Didn’t think I’d end up seeing you so soon, Prompto.

[ His name’s become a bit hard for her to even pretend as though she’s forgotten. Aranea walks over to him, a loose off-white tunic obscuring the red bikini underneath. ]

How’re you doing?

ROSALIND / wrong number conversation

[mercurio]

[(??what's time??). prompto looks down at his bingo card and ... just dials a random number on his contact list. he's nervous, palms sweaty, arms spaghetti... but thankfully he knows the person on the other line enough to know she won't be yelling at him or cursing him out.]

Oh, hey, Professor! It's Prompto. I was wondering if you had a few minutes to spare? I've got a question about something that's been bothering me a while.

[originallutece]

Hello, Prompto.

[She's just a little distracted, but whatever, he's more interesting than what she's doing at the moment.]

What's your question?

DIRK / don't speak to me nor my chocobo again

[mercurio]

[to be fair, prompto is no expert at riding chocobo.]

[thankfully, his first time racing a chocobo was with ardyn, who taught him the basics about it. so now he is a little more confident, sitting atop the yellow bird, because this time he's racing dirk]

[pretty cool how the tables turn when you're faced with your old pony club member...]

You sure you can handle the heat, Dirk?

[pretty cocky for being an idiot atop a chocobo who learnt how to ride them pretty recently]

[splinten]

I'm thermally insulated. This is some damn deep volcanic exploration gear I'm outfitted in.

[He's in his normal tank top get-up. He's the worst.]

Bring it on, Chocochum.

[A TRAITOR TO THE PONY PAL!]

KAIBA / duel me

[mercurio]

[prompto pulls up two five liter containers of bottled water off his shopping cart and places them atop the conveyor belt of the register. there's a lot of items he's buying, but really nothing all that substantial at first glance; bread, cereal, protein bars, jam, bananas, tuna cans, some dog treats. at the end of the day, there really isn't much prompto can buy with his lactose intolerance.]

[which sucks. dry cereal sucks.]

[he stretches his arms back to the tune of the music in his earphones, but didn't think of checking behind him. his arms reach the person behind him, and he's pulling the earphones right off to apologise]

--oh, sorry.

[...]

[they're vaguely familiar]

Uh, Kaiba?

[was that their name]

[crushcard]

[ DRY CEREAL DOES NOT SUCK but that is digression and also this grocery run is really for him to make sure that he somehow gets something that resembles food into his system often enough so yeah. that means when prompto ends up stretching his arms back, it knocks the packet of fruit/nut snack mix that he's holding right out of his hands

which also means that he's going to immediately crouch down to pick it up.

his answer to that apology is just a vague noise of something that could pass off as acknowledgment before he looks up at prompto with a frown (no hard feelings, he's always frowning??? kind of.) ]

... Yes? What is it?

[ what do u want from him what are they gonna duel ]

DANTE · TOGUSA · NOCTIS / the dark timeline prank

[mercurio]

[it's probably telling of how much time they invested in planning and preparing for this that these three dumbasses have way too much time on their hands. their waterguns have some way too detailed and realistic colouring, and they filled up all the way with water, to give it a seemingly real weight to them.]

[there is no way they could possibly regret this.]

[prompto puts down his phone, stuffing it down his pocket, and shakes his hands]

Okay, okay. He's on his way.

[prompto's acting had been... pretty dramatic (ardyn would be proud). the way he sounded desperate and scared while asking togusa to hurry up, that shit was going to go down. man, it was hard to keep the giggles down. now that fuse had been lit, he nods towards dante.]

We gotta set the scene. Noct-- [turning to his bestie, thumbs up] Just lie down on the floor and look dead.

[prompto felt too guilty in ruining one of noctis' way too expensive shirts for this, so noctis is wearing one of prompto's, since it has water, red paint all over it. there's some on prompto's hands too, to make it realistic, kinda.]

You sure he's not gonna pull out his gun on us?

[kittycaterer]

[ See, this is one of those instances where Prompto is wrong. Being in bed is far less taxing and potentially problematic than this. If he seems unamused by the way his resting bitch face is settled in place? You're right by assuming. He stands in the point of target, looking down at the shirt that is covered in red paint and sighs.

Play dead. Seems appropriate, considering he just got done actually almost being dead. That's totally why he was chosen for this, right?

It's so tempting to make that joke, but it still seems too soon and too tasteless. Actually? Yeah, it is. Because he's still pretty raw from being in a coma since fucking February. ]

Why did I agree to this?

[ He's mostly saying this to himself, he's sure. Noctis rolls his eyes and lays down on the ground, fussing with his position because he's never really had to act like a dead guy in his life. Apparently he's been shot, so that's his motivation, right? Noctis finally settles with laying on his side, legs bent and arms splayed against the concrete. ]

He probably will.

[ That's said louder, meant for Prompto to hear when he asks about Togusa pulling a gun on him. ]

DANTE / casual posers

[mercurio]

[that's his shirt and shoes, gone.]

[prompto walks onto the founder's fountain wearing his swim trunks, happy at the pleasant coldness of the water on his feet. how many people have thrown coins in here to make a wish, though?]

[he walks closer to the jets throwing the water around.]

So, what kinda pose you wanna go for?

FINALLY CRASHES INTO THIS

[darkinferno]

[Don't think about how many people have thrown coins into the fountain, Prompto. If you do, you'll start thinking about how many germs are being transmitted through all that water...

As if either of them even care. Dante's followed Prompto suit, more than willing to splash around in the fountains on a hot day like today.]

Well, your square said we had to mimic the pose, right? So we've got a couple options here. Do you want to be an intrepid explorer or... what's that one even supposed to be, anyways?

[Definitely not an angel, but Dante's pretty sure there was no woman with billowing robes or sash, either... at least, not in any founding story he's ever heard!]

NOAH / juggle three items

[mercurio]

So...

[they're hanging out in the park, sitting down under the roofed bleachers of the baseball field in one corner of it. it's boiling hot, and prompto wonders why they couldn't go to the gym or to some indoor location with air conditioner. he's almost lying down from one bench to the other, eating an ice lolly.]

[he rolls his head from shoulder to shoulder, using his baseball cap to fan himself]

When I asked if you knew how to juggle, I was joking. I didn't realise you knew. When did you learn to do that? [before or after the second arm...]

[redarm]

When I was in the circus.

[He answers it very plainly, as he's slumped over on the bleachers as well, as if it isn't an answer that'd make for way more questions than answers. God, why is this city so hot? Who would want to live in such a hot place?

Oh the bright side, at least there's no many people around, so Noah's quite willing to strip off his gloves and ditch the long sleeve shirt for the tank top underneath.]

PENELO / fly kites, skate around, and sneak pix (center tile)

[mercurio]

[he spins on his feet a bit, going around and around as the wheels of the skates allows, and comes to a stop before he makes himself sick.]

[he grins up at penelope and skates over to her, grabbing at one of the kites they've set up on a nearby bench. they had the wonderful idea of mixing up two fun summer activities together: skating and flying kites! prompto is massively excited.]

Are you ready? It's been ages since I've roller skated but I think I got the hang of it now.

[mincingminuet]

[Pen's quite pleased with how this plan is shaping up. Prompto's enthusiasm is pretty infectious and when he'd suggested the kites on top of skating it seemed like an ideal way to make it all work.]

'Course I'm ready.

[She was just tugging on her second skate and tying it off. Hopping up, she nods to herself before picking up the kite.]

Haven't rollerskated in a while but Vaan and I used to rollerblade around a lot back in Phoenix. This isn't too different!

MINAKO / steal restrospec item

[mercurio]

[prompto's glancing at minako's spear as it sits pretty and shiny in her hands. she's practicing right now, using fluid movements, and prompto can definitely see why terra likes her. not only is she kind and beautiful, but she's fierce and disciplined. somehow, this kind of thing seems to fit her.]

[looking down at his bingo card, prompto knows that minako is going to kick his ass for this.]

[he looks up at her and smiles, waving his hand]

Are you going to take a break any time soon, Mina?

[complementing]

[She finishes her kata with one final hah! of effort, side-stepping an invisible enemy and then taking him out with a hard swipe that she freezes in, then calmly slides out of a moment later, returning the spear to her side. She's sweaty and breathing hard from the exercise, but she hopes that Prompto found the demonstration interesting.]

Right now, actually! I was going to run back inside and towel off, maybe grab us some snacks. Want anything in particular?

LALLI / share a memory

[mercurio]

[it's late in the afternoon, bordering on the evening, and prompto's dragged lalli out (by some miracle) out to the pier. there's a few people walking around, but the number is lessening the darker it gets.]

[prompto's got his gear: camera, tripod, and a bag with extra lenses.]

[as he walks closer to the end of the pier, he turns around and walks backwards, raising his arms, all dark and heavy shadows with the setting sun]

The pier! We'll get amazing shots from here.

[he turns and stops right before he falls off the edge, and starts setting up his tripod.]

[lalliho]

[Lalli's been mostly quiet since they met up. All his gear -- minimal, apparently -- is in a bag that he has his arms wrapped around like it's a precious childhood keepsake, and his eyes have been glued to the ground. When someone else wanders closer than he'd like, he quickens his pace just enough to fall into step with Prompto instead of trailing behind, like he's an anchor to keep Lalli together when someone else threatens their space.

Which is a little silly, since as soon as they're in the clear, Lalli backs off again and flops between aloof and uncomfortable. The actual spot Prompto picks doesn't end up being that different, at least at first. Lalli doesn't even comment on how his new buddy just almost ate shit there.]

Mmn. I guess... [It's a lot of open space, out there. Weird.] ...I usually...only do animals. I didn't really see the point in landscapes.

PITOU / a cat and dog date

[mercurio]

[prompto's a bit nervous, that much is the truth.]

[but... he only has to go for a meal, right? he doesn't have to... commit to anything, right? it'll be fine! it'll... be fine...]

[he keeps telling himself this, as he pushes open the doors of fonte's wine and coffee bar. he really doesn't have much of an idea of what pitou looks like, but he's got the general gist thanks to some descriptions he managed to get from someone who did know them. so it's kind of like a blind date?]

[still, he stands nervously by the door, looking around, not quite focusing on where to go]

[playdolls]

[ Pitou Blythe is 5'4", slender with shaggy platinum dyed hair and bright, expressive hazel eyes more gold and brown than green. They'd contemplated, on a scale of power femme to macho macho how best to exacerbate Prompto's anxieties and had ended up choosing neither: androgynous in slouchy black clothes, head to toe, and no makeup nor jewelry.

They're lifting the foamy head of a latte towards their mouth when Prompto appears. They won't be deterred from their drink though, merely releases one hand from the big mug to wave at him wordlessly.

They don't even make a show of checking their phone to make sure he's on time. Their own aplomb seems like enough to make Prompto nervous enough as it is. It's not even like Pitou dates a lot, they sure do not and most come about exactly like this -- a casualty of their fickle cruelty -- they just aren't disturbed by social situations. That would involve caring too much about what anyone thinks of them, a habit they'd never really managed to manifest.

The big cup gets set down, the foam on the top now lopsided on one end from where it has been siphoned off. ]

Prompto, over here, c'mon.

[ Like summoning a puppy. ]

NOCTIS / never gonna give you up

[mercurio]

[how the hell is noctis not up at eight in the morning?]

[prompto asks himself that, and ends up bending over laughing and flopping on the bed. it's funny only because it's exciting and upsetting to think that two weeks ago, he couldn't even think of the idea of noctis waking up at all.]

--yo! Buddy!

[he smacks his hand onto whatever is the closest part of his friend that he can reach, as he still lies down in bed]

We're going to the gym today!

[kittycaterer]

[ Prompto has slept over the majority of his time back from the hospital. It's not a problem, per se, but he's discovering fast that this guy is perpetually a morning person. When Noctis? Is not. At all. Not even close.

Prompto reaches Noctis' face from beneath the blanket, to which the raven-haired sleepyhead quickly smacks at Prompto's wrist in return. He grunts in protest, turning over on his other side to move away from him. ]

Mmmfh.

FANG / spar with someone

[mercurio]

[prompto wonders if this is how he will always meet freya.]

[hands up, guarding himself, and wondering if he should tie his swim trunks tighter. she still thinks that he tricked her into thinking he was shit at fighting, but--honestly? prompto still has a hard time believing he even managed to land a hit on her]

Hey, what happened to simple hellos?

[he wanted to get beat up by her before, well. now he's getting it. eternally, it seems.]

[belligerentwarrior]

Didn't you wanna get better?

[She's learning his style, and Freya's starting to throw strikes to exploit it. He can't dodge forever, and her aim's to force Prompto to engage.]

Hold your own against me, and you won't break a sweat with the other guy.

ELEANOR / slap a dude

[mercurio]

Hey, Eleanor.

[prompto's a good upperclassman, even after graduating from high school. he gives eleanor a thumbs up and smiles as he approaches her.]

I know why we're both here.

[...in the middle of the plaza...]

I'm happy to be of help fulfilling your bingo sidequests. You sure I can only help you with one?

[notyourutopian]

[Eleanor looked...a little nervous, really? Which was silly because it was Prompto but at the same time, well...her bingo card had a few crappy squares.]

...Well, one I could think of right away, anyway. As long as you promise not to get mad. [An awkward smile.] You snuck into the retrospec building right?

MAKO / roast opponent with skills on the beach

[mercurio]

[prompto smacks his cheeks with his hands to focus, looking over at mako who is holding up a boxing pose in front of him]

[this had started as a normal outing, kind of to get mako's mind out of the whole night shift ordeal he was going to face (prompto didn't want to break it to him just how shit it was to have to switch waking schedules so abruptly), but suddenly they found themselves ignoring their marshmallows and the already set bonfire, in favor of a friendly match]

[because prompto had of course mentioned that he needed to complete bingo, and show off his ~skills~ or some such.]

Okay, but don't actually hit me, alright?

[browbeater]

[Mako raises an eyebrow at that last statement, his hands up in a guarding formation. He wasn't sure what to think of this particular square. (He'd been ignoring it since he'd about given up on the bingo game.) But he figured sparring meant hitting sometimes? Eventually (in his mind, but a little after Prompto says it in real time), he nods.]

Okay. I won't actually hit you.

[Admittedly, it was a little weird to face a real opponent, and not like... the punching bags he always aimed at in the gym. Weirder still after that memory he'd gotten.

He'd be lying if he said he didn't actually try to recreate the feeling of fire coming out of his hands for a couple of minutes afterwards.]

You ready?