Keep Calm, It's March Madness!

[sunborne]

Who: Daylight & Noelle & Various.
When: March 1 - 15.
Where: Multiple locations throughout Santa Rosita.
What: The first two weeks for Daylight vis Lornlit and Noelle Rosas. Multiple prompts - limited and open - can be found in the comments below or by clicking the navigation ahead.
Warnings: Possible descriptions of Living Island events. Will update as necessary.

DAYLIGHT VIS LORNLIT, PROMPTS.
🔥 LOOMIS DRIVE 101, MARCH 1 -5.
In which it's the aftermath of the Living Island events.

🔥 BLUE MOON DINER, MARCH 6 - 7.
In which Daylight learns about his new diet plan the hard way.

🔥 AROUND SANTA ROSITA, MARCH 8 - 15.
In which there's something important Daylight's got to share.

🔥 CLOSED PROMPTS.
Pre-arranged activities between Daylight and fellow characters.

NOELLE ROSAS, PROMPTS.
🌹 BLUE MOON DINER, PART I, MARCH 6 - 7.
It's just Noelle cursing up a storm and losing her mind.

🌹 BLUE MOON DINER, PART II, POST-BLUE MOON DINER, PART I.
After going apeshit, just a bit, Noelle - er, Blossom - gets back to work.

🌹 FREDRICK LOREN HIGH, MARCH 8 - 15.
'Blossom' has to tell someone something.

🌹 CLOSED PROMPTS.
Pre-arranged activities between Noelle and fellow characters.

NOTES.
- Using prose for setup but will match my thread partner's preferred style.
- If you want a closed/tailored prompt, feel free to message me or reach out via Plurk on prognostic.

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DAYLIGHT VIS LORNLIT.

[sunborne]

Loomis Drive 101. | March 1 - 5 | OTA

[sunborne]

When it looks like they can finally breathe again, Daylight begins the long and tedious process of bringing his and Agatha’s house back to normal. It’ll take him the course of several days to do so but the others and him are thinking (and hoping) the pattern will hold and March will be a breather for them all.

He unlocks (most) of the windows and lets fresh air in. He packs away medical supplies and hides them away for Just In Cases and For Emergencies. He tries in vain to unclog the poor coffee machine, the valiant little machine that did its best to look after him and the others.

Daylight can be found walking towards his trashcan with two large trash bags, doubled-bagged to make sure the used medical supplies and tossed away food products doesn’t make that much of a stink. The exhaustion and sleepiness is evident on his face — brow furrowed, eyes threatening to drift close if he’s not focused on his task — but he notices someone seemingly waiting for him at near the mailbox and perks up.

“Hey there!” Give him a sec to throw the trash in the can— “Need something, buddy? I was gonna go and drop by the postal office to start working with them—” What? When did Daylight start doing that? “But looks like you need something. Anything I can do to help?”

[grice]

[ a young boy stands by the mail box considering how to approach the door, a scarf wrapped around the lower half of his face securely while dawning a neat button-down and cardigan sweater. this matched the address written on a little slip of ripped paper . . . and there was someone, tremendously exhausted but still calling out to talk to him.

falco hadn't come earlier, but now that things were relatively calm compared to the rush of getting them out of living island, he figured he'd come by, especially after he worked together with mister erwin. ]

Are you Mister Daylight?

[sunborne]

[ quick to show that he’s friendly, daylight waves in greeting with a tired but sunny smile on his face.

while he realises that, whoops, the trash bags are overflowing out of the can and that might attract one of the locals. it looks like the guy wants to have a chat with him and daylight is okay with that— he’s just going to be rearranging the trash in the bags while he does so.

kind of surreal to do as he talks to someone? yeah. necessary so they can have a personal talk? absolutely. ] —So! Do you need anything in particular? If you left something behind in the house, you can hop in and look for it. I don’t mind.

[ which is true. a lot of people have been in and out of his and agatha’s for the last few days. daylight has more or less gotten used to activity in there. ]

Blue Moon Diner. | March 6 - 7 . | Limited to three replies.

[sunborne]

Content warning: Description of vomiting.

It hits him out of nowhere.

One minute he’s biting into a burger, trying to scarf down his lunch as quickly as possible so he can get back to work and hop on his bike.

The next minute he’s leaning out of the booth he’s in, desperately and noisily hurling his guts out as his body violently reacts to the fries and cheeseburger he just had. The waitresses peddle back, clearly disgusted and confused by his reaction, and people around him either look worried or continue to smile like this must be a big old joke they don’t understand.

Daylight doesn’t understand the joke himself and he wouldn’t find it funny either way. Not with how keeps wrenching up all over the floor, the back of his throat burning. Fast food isn’t good for you, he knows, but holy fuck—

When Daylight looks like he’s finishing throwing up chunks all over the tiled floor, he blindly pulls back up, hand swinging out to the table to grab a fistful of napkins. He causes the malted shake on the table to topple over and break, sending the drink dripping and spilling everywhere, adding to the mess.

What a shitty day, he thinks as he resigns to himself using his sleeve, trying to keep himself from throwing up again.

(And, by the looks of it, he’s going to fail in that fast if someone doesn’t intervene.)

[shalamayne]

For once Anduin has a smile on his face, an expression that says things could even be considered as good. Despite everything this place has thrown at him he had awoken to find himself able to use some healing spells again. Sure, they were basic ones, the kind a priest would first learn, but Anduin is taking it as a sign. The tides were turning and if he has some kind of ability then others would more than likely be experiencing similar things.

He's at the counter getting ready to pay for the meal he's had when Anduin catches movement from the corner of his eye. It's Daylight and Anduin opens his mouth to say something, pausing as the other just opens his mouth and unloads across the floor. The staff seem to backpeddle but oddly enough some of the patrons are smiling and Anduin frowns at that before rushing over. Bodily fluids don't concern him, he's a healer and that comes first as he automatically moves to put a hand on Daylight's back.

"Hey are you okay? Take it easy — ooops I got it...." Anduin grabs at some napkins too, righting the spilled container before it can make more of a mess.

And then he just pauses, looking at the waitress and smiling as if nothing ever was happening.

"May I have two glasses of water please?" He doesn't stop to see if there's a response or not, he half expects nothing to happen as he glances Daylight over. "Are you okay? What did you eat?"

[sunborne]

He owes you a favour, buddy, Daylight thinks to himself as the waitress quickly goes to get two glasses of water and maybe a mop to, er, clean this all up. He also owes an explanation for this, he knows, but he needs a few more seconds to catch his breath, to have his head stop spinning so hard he’s being threatened with Part 2 of this horror show.

“The... Oh man. Fuck. The combo special.” It was cheaper to get than what he usually ordered. He felt the sting of buying all that stuff a few weeks ago and is trying to save up again. “I’ve had this before, more or less. I don’t— I don’t know why this happened. I really don’t.”

The queasiness is both all-too-familiar and too-alien for him to comprehend, making it difficult for him to be aware of the fact the waitress came back with the requested glasses, now moping up the mess on the floor. Much less try to think this out and figure out what he reacted like this. He knows about his inability to process most human food but that was when he still had his... original...

...

Fuck.

He stiffens under Anduin’s touch when he thinks he’s beginning to put the pieces of the puzzle together. Maybe. Possibly. First— “Hey. Hey, Anduin... This is going to be weird but can I ask you a question?”

[chromiums]

Lorna's a frequent visitor of the diner, and these days it's usually because she'd rather spend her time making sure her assigned family is okay instead of trying to make something edible that tastes halfway decent. She's just put an order in when the commotion at a booth nearby draws her attention and she sees Daylight, bent over and retching out everything he's just tried to put down.

"Whoa whoa, Jesus - "

She doesn't think, just rushes over, stepping quickly around and over the mess as she places careful hands on his shoulders, trying to guide the mess away from him so it doesn't get all over either of them. When he's finished, she releases him, finding a glass of water to soak some of the napkins with before she hands them to him.

"Here. The coolness helps." Speaking from some fairly recent experiences with morning sickness. "What happened?"

[sunborne]

It takes him a second to get his breath again before he can answer his saviour of the day — “Testing... Testing out a theory I’ve been thinking about lately. Had to do this.”

Much to the displeasure of the staff who have to now clean it up. He sits up and gives her a weak smile, clearly grateful for her help but the way it’s quick to twist into an unhappy frown, brow furrowed in disappointment—

“I don’t think I can eat food anymore.” With how raw his voice sounds, Daylight is confident no one will be able to hear what he has to say besides her. Not if they get up in his personal space and he likes to think no one is capable of doing that, yet. “At least, food like this. Processed meat and wheat and... and shit like that.”

It’s painful to talk but what’s more painful is the knowledge is his body slowly going back too quickly but too slowly for his liking. “It’s this really shit I inherited thanks to my parents. Looks like I got it back like my height. If I try to force myself to eat it then I simply puke it back out.”

Thanks, mom and dad.

Around Santa Rosita. | March 8 - 15 | Limited to two replies.

[sunborne]

Guess who got a promotion.

Kind of.

This guy.

When Daylight stops in front of your house to supposedly deliver a letter or package to you, the messenger bag he has on him is not alone — There’s now a newish-looking postal mailbag in the rear basket of his bicycle, the logo of Santa Rosita’s local post office on it. (Upon closer inspection, you see it is suspiciously empty.

Huh.)

Daylight hops off his bike and hurriedly jogs towards you, a look in his eyes and urgency in his voice:

“Can we talk inside for a few minutes? I really need to talk to you about something.” He already has his excuse for going inside: A wrapped box and a clipboard tucked under his arm, no doubt needing a lot of signatures.

[fanoperator]

Huaisang's friendly and inoffensive smile only brightens at the urgency in Daylight's voice, and he gladly shows his friend inside, as though this is only the most pleasant of social calls. It isn't until they're safely inside that his cheery veneer turns to concern. "Daylight? What's going on?"

His fingers itch with worry, wanting to reach out and touch in order to soothe either Daylight or himself, and he has to chew on his lower lip to keep himself from offering tea or alcohol. Those offers can happen later. Daylight seems urgent and worried and Huaisang doesn't want to hold him up if he needs to leave in a hurry.

[sunborne]

Daylight, thankful to have such a good friend like Huaisang for times like these, gets straight to the point:

"They're hiding mail at the post office. When I mean they're hiding it, they are hiding it. There were piles of the stuff. I think they have multiple dead letter offices, too, with how they just keep" He stops himself here, realising how fast he's talking.

He takes a deep breath, calming himself from the rush of excitement of discovering this turn of events. He does his best to keep himself from saying it all in one rushed breath, knowing context is important. "Do you have something known as a dead letter office where you're from? A place where mail that can't be forwarded or returned to goes?"

[undiagnosed]

Predictably, Archer's about to slam the door in Daylight's face and tell him to fuck off in several creative ways and different languages, but stops at the last second. Hang on. This guy sounds familiar. Like he might've heard him on the wrist radio before...?

Archer shifts the door, showing that he's holding a handgun in his free hand.

"Get weird and you'll be fertilising my herb garden," he snaps, irritated that he's even doing this. "What?"

[sunborne]

Oh what the fuck.

Daylight’s Customer Service smile quickly falls away at the threat, looking annoyed but not looking like he’s going to go aggro at the drop of the hat. He knows better than to fight someone in a fists-versus-shotgun fight and, well, they don’t need the attention from the people here as is.

Better make this quick: “I just thought you should know to not trust the postal services here.” He gestures to the new mailbag he has on his bike, scowling. “They—”

Listen. He’s not being weirdly secretive on purpose. He wants to say more but he does not want to say it out in the open like this. “I want to have this talk inside the house. Just... Come on, let me in, Randy, and we can get this over with. Please.”

Closed Prompts | March 1 - 15 | Various.

[sunborne]

Note: For various characters players and I agreed Daylight will be doing things this month! Will be updated now and then.

People who are helping. | For Takame. | March 1 - 7.

[sunborne]

Note: Setup for a big player plot I have in mind. If you would like to be involved with the plot, let me know and I'll arrange something.

[ it's important, more than ever, that daylight tries to get on the good side of the residents of santa rosita. with an idea brewing in his head and a fire lit under his ass since the kidnapping incident, daylight knows the sooner he can execute this plan of his, the more chances they could curry favours with the people here.

but holy fuck- how many pets can be stuck in trees?

daylight lets out a little grunt of frustration as he finally grabs pickles the tabby kitten from the tree branch they're stuck in, ignoring the way the feisty feline is sinking their claws into his skin, yowling and hissing and spitting up a storm. he grins and bears it because yeah, yeah - take it out on him and only on him. little suzy was scared witless for your well-being so the last thing the girl needs is her beloved kitty to try and bit a peice of her flesh off.

he's all smiles when presenting the sourpuss, giving the grateful girl and mother a big thumbs up as suzy gathers her glowering feline into her ars. ] There you go! I'm glad my friend and I were able to help you two out.

[ thank you so much, suzy's mother sighs, tears brimming her eyes as she wipes them away with a monogrammed handkerchief. if there's anything i can do to help you two young men, please let me know. i'll do anything! ]

Oh? Anything in return? [ daylight shares a look with takame, practiced at this point. ] Well... Now that you mention it, I do have a few questions for you but why don't you let Suzy inside first? We can wait out here.

[ promising to come back with delicious treats for them to have as thanks, the mother and child (and hellish cat) dip back into the house. the moment the door is shut, daylight sighs and rubs the back of his head, huffing under his breath as the tension leaves his tired, tired body. doing all these favours the last few days has been a mess but!

they're making progress. the notebook he's using to keep track of the answers to his questions - thoughts on south santa rosita? feelings on going there more often? what would you like to see, for events? - that he's been sharing with takame as daylight gets a better idea of what's expected and what's wanted.

speaking of takame: ] Thanks for helping me out on this.

I don't know if I could make the headway I'm making now, doing all these favours and asking the questions, if you weren't here to give an extra set of hands.

[ someone had to keep little suzy from climbing up his back to make a desperate grab for her beloved pet. ]

NOELLE ROSAS.

[inpersonation]

Blue Moon Diner, Part I. | March 6 - 7 | Limited to one response.

[inpersonation]

Content Warning: Noelle Losing Her Shit.

Of fucking course her first day at work has her moping up puke.

She knows that as the newest member of the ‘team’, she’ll be stuck doing some of the more unglamorous chores one needs to do to keep the diner running smoothly. She didn’t think it’ll be so soon, though, and Noelle wants to kill the asshole who apparently pigged out so hard he hurled deuces all over their floor.

“—Fucking jackass. Puking his shit out everywhere like he’s dying of the sludge or something.” Noelle none-too-gently kicks open the backdoor, dragging the trash bag behind her that contains the mopped up mess and the rest of the trash she was asked to throw away. “What the fuck is his damage? If the fucker can chow down it can stay down long enough that it shouldn’t be our problem. I swear to fuck...”

Noelle throws the trash bag into the can and slams it shut, crossing her arm and fuming in clear, visible fury. For anyone and everyone who’s only known her as meek and sweet Blossom, seeing her act like this would definitely throw them off. She knows this and it’s why she’s only letting loose when she thinks she’s by herself, not wanting to be caught at her natural state, so to speak.

… Or so she thinks. Movement catches the corner of her eye and she freezes up, whipping her head towards the direction of the alley to see someone is there.

“Oh!” Noelle, quick on her feet, reverts back to her ‘Blossom’ persona as normal as possible, forcing herself to flush her cheeks and cover her mouth in a show of shame in getting caught cursing like that. “H-Hi! I— Oh wow! I didn’t see you there. Please don’t tell the others I cursed like that. I don’t want to get in trouble on my first day at work.”

[grice]

[ if one of his implants actually did something, would the other designate other things he isn't supposed to do? would that give them leads? one of the many reasons why falco hasn't removed either sensor yet (but at this point, has removed the one deforming his jaw— it's brand spankin' new again, as if never touched) was to test their limitations and give his own body time to rest from its earlier shift-regeneration. one of these testing activities has to do with exploring every corner that people usually wouldn't, short dumpster alleys included.

it's not until the young woman's sailor mouth bursts from the backroom employee diner's and sets off a high pitched beeping. beeping that turns to an annoying wail that falco scrambles to silence by pressing his back against a wall, stuffing it between his messenger bag to no avail, oh no— by the time she realizes that he's there, somewhere, caught red handed amidst aggravating BEEEEEEEEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEPs, ]

—I-I won't tell anyone, but, [ the beeping continues after catching a clear bad influence, a liar— inappropriate! ]

Blue Moon Diner, Part II. | Post-Blue Moon Diner, Part I | OTA.

[inpersonation]

With that now out of her system, Noelle finds it much easier to pretend to be Blossom. There’s a lull now that the restaurant’s lunch rush has come to an end, so Noelle is encouraged to chat and make friends with whoever she ends up picking up as her next batch of customers.


Though the idea of being forced into awkward smalltalk isn’t her thing, Noelle grins and bears it as she skates to a graceful halt before her latest guests. A little flourish from her apron and her notepad and cutesy pencil at the ready.

“Welcome to the Blue Moon Diner!” She beams at them, peppy and cheery and totally willing to go along with this spiel she has to push on them. “I’m Blossom and I’ll be your waitress today. Would you like to try the Out of This World Special that we’re having for only this week?

"If you order a combo of burgers and fries and you can get a free milkshake from your choice of chocolate, vanilla, or strawberry!”

If she recognizes you, one way or another, Blossom blinks a bit when she finally recognizes who is before her. “Oh! Hey! It’s so good to see you! I didn’t expect to see you here.”

Fredrick Loren High. | March 8 - 15. | Open to two responses, Close CR.

[inpersonation]

When you close your locker, the bell ringing to alert you that lunch is over and that it’s time to head back to class, you find that ’Blossom’ standing behind the locker door this entire time.

She’s beaming innocently as possible despite the curiously mischievous smile on her face.

“There’s something I think you should know.” Knowing that will get her friend’s attention right off the bat, Noelle does not mince her words but infuses her words with breathless enthusiasm. Like ‘Blossom’ is excited to tell them something but is barely keeping herself back from gushing it out now. “If you don’t mind a scolding, do you think we can hold back going to class and discuss somewhere safe?

“I have the perfect place in mind for a private talk!”

[ourworldnow]

"I live for scolding's."

Will this maybe be not the first time this week he'll have blown off class? He'll never tell. His detention record might, but that's not his business. Louis is finding it all too easy to slide into the classic bad boy slot open in any teenage drama.

"Lead on."

Closed Prompts | March 1 - 15 | Various.

[inpersonation]

Note: For various characters players and I agreed Noelle will be doing things this month! Will be updated now and then.

Nice to meet you, Neigbhor! | For Claude. | March 15.

[inpersonation]

Note: Set after Angelo, Noelle, and Okuyasu's jump on a police officer. She's been hit with Level 6 Tranquilization and will be in this stage for a week, ranging from March 12 - 19. If you would like to interact with Robbie!Noelle, let me know and I'll arrange something.

[ it was easy to tell something was wrong with 'blossom' almost immediately.

she could be found at her locker on monday morning, cheerfully singing a song under her breath - all the chapel bells were ringing, in the little valley town - while she was taking out certain things from her locker and carelessly dumping them in a trashcan she (politely!) asked for.

closer inspection reveals them to be her notebooks containing her careful notes on maths, sciences, and a few other things that look like calculations and notes on other things... like plans and projects, one of them focusing on the network devices. she took careful notes on its capabilities and limitations, listing features it could have but is hidden, and more.

not that she seems to care now. noelle happily dumps more items on top of the notes, not seeming to care at how they're being crumpled and torn under the considerable weight of them.

whether she notices claude or claude gets her attention first, the results are the same: 'blossom' immediately turns to face him, with an unnerving grace and a delightfully vacant smile. she beams at the sight of her friend, wide as her mouth will allow, showing all of her teeth, chirping out a happy, ] Morning!

[ she politely places a lid on top of the trashcan so she can focus all of her attention on claude - it'll be awfully rude to ignore a boy, after all! - looking at him with an empty yet piercing gaze that shows no one's at home. ]

It's such a beautiful day, Claude. Are you excited about school? Because I'm sure excited about school. [ she laughs, stilted and forced.

hahaha ha ha ha haaa ahaha. ] I can't wait to tell my mom I'll be focusing more on home economics! She'll be so proud of me for focusing on what a lady really needs to know!

It's quite alright with us. | For Da Vinci. | March 11.

[inpersonation]

Note: Definitely set before Angelo, Noelle, and Okuyasu's jump on a police officer.

[ and noelle had gotten used to being alone in the house too.

when she wakes up and rolls out of bed, needing to make breakfast for herself before she went to school, she froze upon the realization that this isn't her bedroom.

she immediately goes to check if the knife is still under her pillow and, yep, still there, against all odds. she's taking the damn thing with her as she quietly goes down hallways, looking at photographs and evidence of who lives her.

a quick inspection reveals that, apparently, it's her who lives her. her and someone else, a woman. it looks like she got shuffled into another family again after her 'dad' ditched her and... noelle isn't sure how to feel about that. she knows it makes her stomach twist, her cheeks flush, grip tightening on the knife's handle way too tight but.

she doesn't know how to pinpoint the exact cause of it.

maybe it's why when da vinci finds noelle standing at the doorway of her room, noelle is trying very hard to resist the temptation to whip out the knife she has tucked under her pajamas. she instead lifts up the breakfast tray she half-assed, showing a presentable display of toast and coffee and fruit. hell, she went as far as to get a vase and flower to decorate it. she needs to sell the big bright smile she feels on her face, knowing well impressions are important despite her twitchy, twitchy nerves. ]

Morning! I hope I didn't wake you up. [ she looks bashful and embarrassed when asking this, staying at the doorway until she's given indication she can go in. ] It looks like we got shuffled together and I wanted to get on the right foot with my new family member! I hope we can get along.