[OPEN] +1 CLOSED; JULY BINGO CATCHALL

[reticence]

WHO: Faolan and OPEN
WHERE: All over town!
WHEN: July
WHAT: A log overflow/catch-all for the Bingo event, though Faolan does not have a card himself. Mostly this is an invitation for shenanigans if you are in need of anyone to fill anything still. Faolan here is free game, if a little grumpy while doing so
WARNINGS: None so far!

II-A: OPEN
[ Faolan has managed to find an hour or two to himself today, a rare occasion considering his selected profession as a body guard often has him tailing behind his charge rather than doing anything on his own. Laurent had stepped one foot out on the balcony and decided to spend the day in, for the time being at least. Which meant that Faolan was free to spend the time as he pleased. And while there is a gym in their building, Faolan would much rather get out and catch some fresh air while he can.

It's a decision that he's starting to regret, as the sun continues to beat down on him. What had once started out as a mid-morning jog has turned into more of a walk, and he's knocking back the extra handouts of water from the shops quicker than they can pass them out to him, it feels. Maybe stepping out for the day was a bad idea, he thinks to himself, as he wipes at his face and looks around for somewhere to cool down. ]

Is it normally this rough in the summers here?


II-B: OPEN
[ As soon as the air conditioning is off, any attempt to stay indoors is brutal. He wonders how Laurent is holding up back at the apartment, but there are enough balconies at the place, he should be able to catch some fresh air like that. Faolan is contemplating when he should think about returning to the apartment, since he hasn't heard from his young charge other than when he had called to check in on him earlier when the lights had gone out.

That's when he notices the bugs beginning to make their calls, and the fireflies appearing around the city. Not just at random, but grouping around people in the city, seemingly at random. Himself, of course, being one of them. They're pretty, but it makes walking difficult and he moves to put a finger over the straw of his iced coffee, just in case one of them gets an idea to crawl down and invite itself for a swim.

It doesn't make sense though. Fireflies aren't city bugs, and they certainly don't usually behave like this, even in the country. As Faolan raises a hand to shoo them away only to have them swarm right back in around him again, he frowns at the little glowing creatures. ]

What in the name of all that's holy is going on in this town...

III-A: CLOSED TO LAURENT
[ Faolan supposes he counts himself lucky that he wakes with his alarm rather than the sweat of the previous day, as he had done the last several days. He sets about his morning routine in much the same way as he would every other day -- showering, dressing, and dragging himself into the kitchen for a healthy dose of caffeine to get himself started. And that is where Laurent will find him, this morning. Seated at the breakfast island and trying to make sense of everything he has learned of the bizarre happenings that have been known to occur within this city thus far. It would seem random memories are the least of their worries, if what he's discovering is true. But he's hardly going to tell Laurent any of this without further evidence to the truth. The younger man could easily have been remembering a repressed memory from earlier in his life, He needs to let him come into more information about this on his own time, and not push it one way or the other. ]

You're up early...

III-B: OPEN
[ Faolan had known it would be a good day for the beach the moment he'd looked out the window that morning. He just hadn't known that that's where he was headed as he was getting ready for the day. Otherwise he might have dressed more appropriately, with swim trunks or hell, at least shorts, instead of the pair of jeans and tshirt he's wearing now instead as he stands in the sand and gazes out across the shoreline.

Ah, well. He supposes it could be worse. At least he has remembered his sunglasses. And at least it's not so hot here, with the ocean breezes and the water to stick his feet in when it gets to be too much. After helping Laurent to build a giant sand castle seemingly at random, Faolan allows himself a brief moment to step back and take in the beach itself. He needs to keep an eye on his charge while they are out and about together, but he wonders if the other man will let him 'investigate' the food trucks while they are here. Particularly the one with the ice cream...

He tries to take a few steps closer towards them without letting Laurent (and whoever he's harassing at this point) out of his line of sight, and nearly walks straight into the closest beach-goer with their own precariously towering sandcastle creation-- ]

IV: WILDCARD
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III-A

[anguinous]

Am I?

[ Perhaps a little, but Laurent is normally up relatively early truth be told. He drops himself off the stool behind the breakfast island and musses a hand through his hair, picking up his drink again and taking a slow sip. His shirt sleeves are rolled up to the elbow, buttons only done up about halfway, and as he steps out from behind the counter it's clear he only really got as far as that and boxer shorts and gave up until he'd eaten something. He frowns and steps closer to the large, floor to ceiling window and studies the weather and traffic outside. ]

We should buy more suntan lotion.

[ An absent sort of thought as he sips his drink. Laurent is very aware of how much he'll burn if he ventures into the sun too much without wearing any. ]

I haven't been to the beach here. People go to the beach when the weather is nice.

[ 'People', as if that doesn't normally include him. A separate portion of the populace. He turns from the window and lofts an eyebrow at Faolan. ]

We should go. I want to build a sandcastle.

[ Of course. ]

[reticence]

[ Suntan lotion. Faolan takes in the pale perfection of Laurent's skin, for there's a decent amount of it on display for him, hoping that Laurent does not notice how long his eyes may or may not have lingered on the line of buttons undone at his chest, at the stretch of his forearms on display underneath the roll of his sleeves, and the pale lines of his legs...

He raises his gaze to meet Laurent's as the younger man turns from the window to look at him. Faolan has no objections to the beach, but. ]

A...sandcastle?

[anguinous]

Yes.

[ Are you okay. ]

It's what people do at the beach. Make models of castles out of sand. I understand Ireland rarely receives sunlight but perhaps you may have attempted such a thing while on holiday?

[ Have you ever had fun, Faolan? ]

[reticence]

[ Faolan makes a face. Yes, poke fun at the fact that Ireland is made of rocks and grass and rain, for good measure. ]

Yes, thank you. I have made a sandcastle before. [ He has two little sisters, of course he has made a sandcastle before. ] I'm just surprised. You don't really strike me as the sandcastle sort. [ Or the beach sort in general. Maybe it's his coloring, who can say... ]

[anguinous]

What 'sort' did I strike you as?

[ Do go on. He's curious. ]

[reticence]

[ Faolan swallows slightly, before wrapping his hands around his mug of coffee to hopefully give himself some other focus. ]

Not the sort who frequents the beach, for a start.

[anguinous]

So I gathered. What instead?

[ He placidly takes a step closer, away from the window. Go on, you were the one who made that statement. Own it. ]

[reticence]

[ Faolan raises his eyebrows at Laurent. What sort of a person does he look like to Faolan? Faolan isn't certain that he really wants to answer that honestly, but Laurent is rounding on him and he's feeling particularly pressed into an answer. ]

I... I don't know. The sort who reads books, I suppose?

[ It's about the only hobby Faolan knows Laurent to have, truth be told. ]

[anguinous]

You don't sound sure about that.

[ A moment ago you were so confident, Faolan. What happened? ]

[reticence]

I...

[ That's because he's confident about what you aren't, Laurent. He has no idea, on the other hand, just who or what exactly you are, on the other hand. ]

I have only known you for a short while now. I would by no means call myself an expert on the matter.

[anguinous]

Yet you were assured earlier of my opinion on sandcastles.

[ He's just saying.

Nothing but facts here. ]

[reticence]

[ Why are you pushing this... ]

I'm assured that I find it difficult to picture you building sandcastles in whatever free time you should find between classes, yes.

[anguinous]

Well now you can see it first hand, no need to keep imagining.

[ Slipping past Faolan back toward the kitchen Laurent sets his cup back down on a saucer, begins to rummage in a cupboard. ]

Are you planning to eat, or just question my sandcastle-building abilities?

For Yuuri

[reticence]

((continued from here))

[Faolan quirks a smile at her and nods slightly.]

Trust me. It takes a while to get used to performing in front of an audience. It gets easier sometimes, with practice. Sometimes it doesn't. [She doesn't really strike him as the sort who would ever really feel comfortable with this sort of thing, personally.] But it was good. I promise.

[He turns back to the sandcastle and begins his work again.] I've heard there are some far odder things on those bingo cards than building sandcastles and singing songs.

[wantshappiness]

I can't imagine it ever getting easier...but thank you for your kind words.

[Because it does make her feel better, but yeah. Public performances aren't really her thing.

But back to that sandcastle.]

Yes. I have one that says I have to start a rumour about someone or even slap someone and I didn't want to do those...

[reticence]

[Faolan lets out the huff of a laugh at that. Slap someone? Perhaps that may be a little far-reaching for someone as mild-mannered as her. The rumor, however.]

Well... Is there any rule about the rumor having to be anything negative?

[wantshappiness]

Aren't rumours always bad?

[reticence]

[Faolan shakes his head, as he continues to work on building the base structure of this sandcastle for her.]

Not necessarily. All a rumor has to be is unverified. A rumor could be... [He glances across the way at Laurent, wondering just what the younger man is saying to the person he has cornered. His blonde hair shining brilliant gold in the sunlight.] A rumor could be that someone dyes their hair, or. That they told you they like cats better than dogs. That they play the accordion. Rumors don't have to be bad things. They can just be nonsense too, I imagine.

[wantshappiness]

I hadn't thought about it that way...

[Her hands pause for a moment, resting on the sand as she thought about it.]

I guess it doesn't sound that bad if it's like that.

[reticence]

[Faolan shakes his head, still following the movement of Laurent, just a little ways down the beach from them.] Not bad at all. They are what you make them to be.

[He glances back in her direction and cocks his head at her.] And I don't see you going out of your way to be cruel to anyone, no matter what the reward.

Back from hiatus! Sorry for the late reply.

[wantshappiness]

[Rumours that weren't malicious...that didn't sound so bad.

She laughed a little.]

Honestly, even thinking about it makes me feel nervous. I just don't want to hurt anyone...

thats okay!

[reticence]

[He offers her a soft smile. She's young, but sweet as well. It's good for her that she's standing her ground on an issue like this. If that's how she feels, then no one should make her change her mind one way or the other.]

No one's forcing you into doing any of this, you know. If the thought of it makes you uncomfortable, then don't do it. Whatever the reward, I doubt it's worth such a sacrifice as that, yeah?

[wantshappiness]

[She nods.]<.SMALL> Right.

I just want to know more about these memories I'm getting...but not like that.

[reticence]

[He nods with her before turning back to the sandcastle that he's working on on her behalf.] Not if it means that you have to do something at the expense of others. I understand.

[wantshappiness]

[She nods.] I can't imagine anything I'd want badly enough for that.