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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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! ]

[inpersonation]

[ oh what the fuck. as raoul would have told her if he was here: this day is only getting fuckier and fuckier.

allowing herself to visibly wince when something goes off, noelle finds herself struggling to keep her expression on blossom’s flustered embarrassment rather than her brand of suspicious irritation. the only thing that keeps her from getting aggressive — besides not wanting to break her cover too soon, you know. — is the fact he’s clearly someone like her: stuck in the town under some very shitty circumstances.

shitter, even, with the realization that the alarm is coming from him. somehow, someway. oh wow, talk about shitty powers or something. ]

Are you okay? [ opting to stick with the blossom persona, noelle does her best to look concerned and worried for the new guy. even if it means asking a stupid-as-hell question, needing to raise her voice to be heard over the alarm. ] I didn’t mean to scare you if that’s the issue! I just— I just had a really bad day so far but it seems like I’m not alone now.

[ for real— what is going on with you, new guy? can that be turned off or...? ]

[grice]

[ it’s getting— well, not louder, for the most part, but it’s still being annoying and high pitched, longer beeps rather than short barks wail in the work alley and, because the child is far closer to the frequency, winces as it refuses to clam it. ]

I-It’s nothing like that, don’t worry—! Agh— [ to their luck, it slows, and from the slow it comes to a pause. ] It’s, it’s the cursing. You, um, [ he swallow, dry, ] said something about sludge?

[inpersonation]

Oh. Right...

[ the reminder of why she's out here has her irritation flare up but she bites down on her tongue, knowing that if she let out another colorful word then they'll be getting an earful. quite literally.

plus she needs to salvage her 'blossom' act and so opts with looking ashamed about what she had done, looking away with a guilty expression about her face. ] I'm sorry about that... Um... It's going to sound silly, I know, but someone threw up all over in the diner earlier. I've had to clean it up all by myself and it wasn't easy.

I know that's not a good reason for being so crude, I know. [ she looks back at him, her eyes wide and blinking back what seems to be tears. ] Again, I'm so sorry. Is your head alright? Do you need water or ice? The least I can do is make up for that awful display of manners.

[grice]

[ the good thing is: falco doesn’t need too much convincing and chooses to see the better— maybe she really was having a bad day and cleaning someone’s vomit wasn’t going to make it better.

they earn silence. the boy, for the most part, sighs out enough that even his shoulders relax. ]

M’alright. Thank you, Miss. [ might as well, since it doesn’t sound like something that out of the blue, ] I’m just looking for something, [ he shrugs, ] strange. I beep when I get close to some places.

[ so maybe they might be places of further interest, even though it was already blatant that something was amiss around those parts. ]

[inpersonation]

[ thank fuck for that- her ears felt like they were going to explode with how loud the ringing was. so thing to keep in mind when around him: do not curse under any circumstances. gotcha.

and hey! it's not a total loss. he said something pretty interesting and she's not going to let it get away from her that easily: ] Some places?

[ she blinks a few times, tilting her head in curiosity at what he had said. ] What kind of 'some places' do you mean? Because if you beeped because of my cursing - and I'm really sorry about that! I am! - maybe it's more of... an alarm? Like, um, what cars have when they're too close to something?

[ she's really hoping he knows what car alarms are. she had quickly gotten tired of explaining what this device did this or that for her 'dad' before he bounced. ]

[grice]

[ at least he’s seen cars more than enough during his stay to look into it himself, so there’re no barriers there! he frowns slightly at the comparison, but only because it wasn’t matching up the same way. if it were that way, then he’d beep all over the place when he didn’t. ]

Town Hall, miss. I can’t go there without it making, [ he gestures, ] a scene.

[ in his opinion, it’s suspicious. ]

[inpersonation]

[ definitely suspicious as noelle frowns in thought, piqued by both the revelation and the way he said it. so it's not a thing he... hmm... what's the word? possessed prior to his arrival here. otherwise, he would know what (or, in this case of her and her bluestreak, who) to avoid.) ]

Sounds like you have something that's a cross of a proximity sensor and a human detection sensor on you- [ she looks up in thought, tapping a cheek with a finger as she rattles her brain for her knowledge in security alarms. ] -and that's really unfortunate.

If what you have is anything like the security systems I have back home, it could last for a long time.

[ poor fucker. ]

[grice]

[ he knew the words separately (proximity, detection, human, sensor) but when put together as one felt completely foreign to the point that it needs a moment more to process each. technological advancement was a scary thing. ]

Do you work with security systems?

[ it's funny (cute, some people may say) how he says "security systems". it's like he's never said it before, with a touch of unfamiliar pronunciation. ]