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@prom.argentum

[mercurio]

hey hey hey someone's finally a free man

[cheffeur]

'Finally' being the key word there. I fear there might have been bloodshed if that group were locked together any longer.

Did you run out of characters for your network ID? I thought they allowed far more than that.

from: aranea.biggs

[merced]

you left your toothbrush here
this isn't a hotel

[ 1. That isn't true.
2. She isn't feeling nearly as quarrelsome as her words pretend.
3. Maybe just... looking for an excuse to check in on him?

Maybe?

Ugh. ]

[cheffeur]

[omg how dare you insinuate he is anything less than an extremely courteous guest...!!!

Still, this is kind of amusing, in a weird awkward way.....??]

I most certainly did not.
And I couldn't mistake the two if I tried. A hotel would have offered breakfast.

action.

[merced]

[ Allow me to set the scene in as few words as possible. The fridge and pantries are - well, stocked is far too generous of a word, but there's more than a single bag of expired inorganic "chocolate" chips and day-old takeout - for once. At some point, Aranea had made the point of picking up some fresh salmon and a selection of vegetables. Even a bit of cheese and spice, albeit... discount, probably just shy of stale, best deeply prepared. She hasn't yet gotten round insects as a source of protein.

Aranea isn't cooking any of it, of course. (She never really learned how and now she has a kweh-boy to do it for her, at least occasionally.)

She's on the couch, sprawled comfortably on her back, fully clothed - sans shoes, which were immediately kicked off and left somewhere, probably very easily stumbled over - her head tipped back over the arm. Her guest, or whatever, is held in her upside down gaze as he scurries about the kitchen or scolds the drapery fancily or does whatever he does.

And then, just to be an asshole, she begins to hum.

... It only gets louder, and louder, and louder.

By minute five, is he doing anything about it? ]

[cheffeur]

[Look, since she hadn't made any moves to stock her apartment, he just... did it for her. It's how he took care of Noctis, the rest of the group on their journey, and now, apparently, Aranea Highwind.

Besides, it's the least he could do. If he's spending time over at her small apartment, he can at least contribute to it in minor ways. And right now, that happens to be having picked up a few small edibles and prepare it at her place. (Really, he'd just wanted to make something for himself, but it would be awfully rude of him to commandeer her kitchen and not offer to share any of it. At least, that's the reasoning he'll tell himself.)

And then, as he's shuffling through the scant few pans she has (Burnt and rusted and well-worn, only one of which still even bearing a handle-) she starts humming. An obnoxiously catchy tune, one he's heard time and time again from either the radio or Prompto's enthusiastic and constant noise-making, or played at the Chocobo Post, or strummed by one of the street buskers in Lestallum--

That damned Chocobo song. He can't even place where it's from-- some commercial jingle? A children's show? Who even knows at this point. But it's ubiquitous throughout Eos, and something he hasn't heard, let alone even though of since arriving here.

He pauses and lifts his head to look over at her- and how she's flopped over the couch, absently humming and watching him. One eyebrow lifts for just a moment, before he returns to where he had been setting the pan on the stove and flickering on the heat.

...And starts humming himself, joining in at the 'chorus' of the song. After all, two can play at this game.

@prom.argentum

[mercurio]

[at this exact moment]

UHHHHHH FUCKIN EMERGENCY?????

[cheffeur]

Where.

[Because that's the barest and most basic information he needs, everything else can be added as he's on the way or after he's arrived. But A MOMENT LATER, probably as he's disengaging from whatever he was doing beforehand, he adds on:]

And what, if you're able to provide it.

@kalem.rider

[kometes]

Where are you?

It’s dinner time.

Prompto won’t be coming back tonight, so you just have to cook for me.

[cheffeur]

[titan's bollocks who gave achilles his number--

anyway, the reply is delayed and Snippy because HAHAHA THIS FF CAST IS IMPLODING]

I don't have to do a single thing for you. Just enjoy the quiet while you can.

I'm sure you can satiate yourself somehow.

[fessus]

[ The message comes without any prior warning, some time around evening of the third day since the... incident. ]

Ignis

[cheffeur]

[He waits for a moment to see if any more words appear, but then they just


don't.]


Noctis- are you safe?


[#1 concern, everything else can come after.]

text.

[merced]

[ As the event winds down, during the small hours of the night - ]

don't come around for a little while




[ Any replies he said will go unread for several hours, and then are eventually seenzoned. ]

[cheffeur]

[It's the next morning before he responds:]

Alright. I'll respect that.

[She wouldn't be asking without a reason- and part of him wonders if she's found herself in too deep with the royal retinue and their problems, if she's needing to detach and remove herself from it.


Of course there's no response, and he keeps himself from asking any questions. He'll give her some distance and time before inquiring what brought this on.]

@clarke.griffin

[strove]

Hi. We spoke while everything was happening. You brought some very salient points to the forefront. Thanks for that. And honestly, I think it would help us if we could go back over them later.

For now, a person from your home has expressed interest in living with me. Her name is Aranea. I was wondering if you could act as a reference for her.

[The internet says it's a "reference," which is strange. They had references like that on the Ark, but it was typically related to getting jobs or proving that someone doesn't tend to go through shady business to get what they want. It's not like she doesn't get it conceptually, but she's still using words in contexts she's never had to use before.]

[cheffeur]

I'd be happy to. I'm not sure how relevant they ended up being at the time, but I do believe they're worth considering. I don't anticipate Morningstar or their opposition giving up any time soon, so examining our role in the middle would be worthwhile.

Has she now?

[Well. Her current place is pretty bad, so it's understandable that she'd jump on an opportunity for something new.]

Of course. What questions do you have?

@prom.argentum

[mercurio]

alright when you get back to the apartment i want you to notice how cold it is
i've named the robot SILAS (super important low air system ig if you need a reason)
it keeps moving back and forth on the same spot LOL i haven't managed to figure out what the problem in the algorithm is yet BUT!!
it works perfectly in its actual function: air conditioning

it runs on rechargeable batteries so we're good for a bit

might have to start wearing pants in the apartment now

[YOU'RE WELCOME]

[cheffeur]

Honestly, I wasn't expecting it to be mobile to begin with.
Is it meant to wander about to ensure even temperature, or did you just build it on top of one of those robotic vacuums?

Either way, this is excellent, Prompto. Thank you for your work.

[Because oh man NOT WANTING TO DIE FROM THE HEAT thx prom]

@leo.fitz

[retravel]

Hey.
Have you found your footing?

[ in the aftermath and more generally, too. ]

[cheffeur]

Leo: It's good to hear from you. Are you well, after everything that's transpired?

As much as could be expected. Though the juxtaposition of every-day tasks and life with the concept of being in another world and dimension altogether is still somewhat surreal. I suppose that's something we all experience.

[The whole 'getting a job' mingled with trying to understand the power struggles in a new world, and trying to conceptualize the reported future from his old one and plan ways to circumvent it? Kind of a lot. But that's just got it goes for the dimensionally displaced here.]

@aranea.biggs

[merced]

hey, play a game with me

fuck/marry/kill

kenny crow
cor leonis
camelia claustra

[ There are so many things wrong with this.

Buuuut things have been a bit awkward since their last conversation, and Aranea wants to move past it. ]

[cheffeur]

[So, so many things wrong with it. But he can't help but be amused. Clearly Aranea must be dying of boredom.]

Well, the crow's nest has a terrible mascot, so clearly he has to go.

Cor Leonis, is a man of action, but his heart remains dedicated to his duties.

Which leaves the First Secretary and I in a loveless marriage for ambiguous and questionable political gain.

I suppose I should ask the same of you:

Ravus Nox Fleuret
Loqi Tummelt
Lil Malbuddy

@noctis.sky

[fessus]

Hey, I had a couple things I was gonna talk to Ardyn about. Last time I didn't give you a heads up and I should have, so I'm not making the same mistake twice.

[ Good morning. ]

[cheffeur]

I appreciate the notice. What was it you planned on discussing with him?

And is this something you intend to do alone, or may I accompany you?

[Either way, hopefully this time they can keep things from going off the rails.]

ping.

[merced]

[ @aranea.biggs has mentioned you ]

@prom.argentum

[mercurio]

iggy

i think it's time

[to call it a day and admit that noctis is gone]

[cheffeur]

[There's a delay before the response. Because of course it's time. It's been time, since the moment he got in from his shift at the bar to find the door still locked as usual, everyone's keys still on the counter, Noct's shoes haphazardly discarded on the floor, and the boy nowhere to be seen.

But actually saying it out loud is so much harder. It would be so easy to accuse Prompto of giving up, to brashly shove forward despite what he actually knows--

But that wouldn't do anyone any good.]

I suppose so.

[...Look he's trying ok but it's very very hard when your single motivation in life is just gone.]

@clarke.griffin

[strove]

Hey. I've done a pretty thorough check for Aranea and I think she's gone.

I'm not sure if you have any findings to the contrary, but I thought you should know.

And I'm sorry. I know you two were good friends.

[Well, good enough that she could make Ignis do things when he doesn't seem like the type to be easily prodded into doing anything.]

[cheffeur]

[--Ah. He'd started to suspect, but hadn't wanted to pry. And ultimately, he can't find himself to be surprised. She always did come and go as she pleased.]

I appreciate the update- thank you. I haven't heard from her as late either, and had started to wonder if she'd disappeared as well.

Your concern is kind, though really, we only became friends here, rather than simply unlikely allies..

kitchen meeting

[mercurio]

Iggy!

[prompto rushes to the kitchen, hoping to find his friend there as mentioned on the network. sure, he's got pancakes to make, but prompto's more invested in seeing him.]

[he doesn't even care- that as soon as he spots the familiar, tall figure of ignis scientia, he aims for a hug that lasts for a very brief moment. his hands are on his arms, looking up at him worriedly.]

You're not blind. You're fine, right?

[and in typical prompto fashion, he's already word-vomiting] Iggy, I'm so sorry. For everything that happened before this, for that stupid fight, for not listening-

[stop him or he's going to apologize for being "born" lol]

[cheffeur]

[At least he hadn't quite started on the pancakes. Ignis is glancing through the modest kitchen, assessing stores, making sure that, yes, there are enough supplies for that to be feasible for them, as opposed to a luxury the displaced can't afford when they're meant to be here saving others.

But then there's a whirlwind of blond and contact and Prompto's lack of brain-to-mouth filter that has him rambling out words, apologizing for everything--

His arms trapped within the hug as they are, there isn't much he can do but awkwardly accept it-- stiff for an initial moment, before trying to be less of a board.]

Prompto-- No, I'm fine-- Prompto.

[It's said more emphatically, but not unkindly, as he manages to twist a wrist up and awkwardly pat one of Prompto's biceps.]

It's alright.

[There's a lot more he needs to and wants to say, but-- unlike Prompto, he can't just throw it all out, can't just explode outwards with every feeling.] It's alright. I was rather untoward as well. There's nothing to apologize for.