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.

Comments

[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.

[chromiums]

Lorna clearly doesn't understand at first, but then he mentions that he can't eat food anymore and she understands. She'd been doing similar things upon realizing she could feel (and now move metal objects again), but the reaction had been like gaining back something she'd thought was lost. This looks a lot less pleasant. She finds another glass of water and hands it to him, though she's not sure if it'll be helpful if he can't eat food.

"Here. Rinse out your mouth," she says, glancing at the staff who have come to investigate the commotion. "Do you think you can walk?""

[sunborne]

“Yeah,” is his eventual answer, after he forces himself to not gulp the water down. Much as he wants his throat to stop burning, he’ll like to get the taste of burger and fries out of his mouth. “I think I can walk.”



He bounces his leg to test how bad the pins-and-needles are — Not that awful but not something he would wish on someone who merely annoyed him. He’ll live, though, and he steels himself to try and get on his feet. “Give me a sec to pay the bill? Least I can do for the poor staff here.”

They have suffered a lot in the last two days with his antics and he does feel bad for being a menace. He fumbles for his wallet, pulling out enough to cover the meal and a tip he hopes will make the mess worthwhile.