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Keep Calm, It's March Madness!

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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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?”

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.)

Edited 2021-03-09 15:05 (UTC)

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.

Edited 2021-03-09 12:51 (UTC)

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

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.”

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.”

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!”

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

Edited 2021-03-09 12:57 (UTC)

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?"

[ 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?

[ 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! ]

"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."

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.

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?"

Huaisang blinks cluelessly up at him, having no idea what he's talking about. Unfortunately in this case, things are very, very different where he comes from, and there is no centralized communication like the post office. He just shakes his head helplessly. "What's a post office?"

If he's received any mail, he hasn't yet checked it. That weird box on the edge of his yard? That belongs to the city, right?

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?"

[ 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. ]

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?”

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.

Oh.

Okay then.

They gotta add a bit more context to this. Only a little bit, Daylight tells himself before he tries his best to explain: "It's a building where all the packages and letters first go before it can be received by the person it’s addressed to.” He pauses, trying to figure out. “It doesn’t got directly to them. It needs to be picked up by someone who’s allowed to take it, take to it where it will be processed and then given to someone else who will take it to the person. It’s this thing we do.”

For some reason. Don’t ask him why they have to make it so complicated when you need a guy and his trusty bike.

Hey wait get back to the topic, Daylight!

“—But that's not the case here,“ Daylight continues, “Any time a letter is put into a mailbox, whether it’s for out of town or in the town, it goes to the dead-end room where it’ll never leave. The entire staff seems to be in on it. Nothing goes out and attempts at communication is stifled here.”

Besides Daylight’s work as a courier. Is that why they took him in...? “Have you ever tried to send a letter here? Or get a package from someone? Outside of bills and stuff like that?”

The combo special sounds daunting enough to Anduin's ears; there's nothing about this place he could even consider to be special and he doesn't dare think about what could be so special about that. Whatever it was it has done Daylight one Hell of a disservice and Anduin quietly thanks the waitress for the water before turning his attention back to Daylight. He looks all too peaky, a sure-fire sign that there will probably be more to come.

"Nothing in this place follows rhyme or reason," Anduin points out, quietly enough for Daylight to hear as he gives the other's back a pat, removing his hand to slide a glass of water over. He would be cleaning up with napkins too but Anduin doesn't rush, knowing he's at a disadvantage when it comes to doing something requiring both hands. That and Daylight distracts him with a question.

"You can ask anything you wish to, there is no need to have permission before hand." Anduin gives the kindest smile he can muster. Really, ask away!

“Excellent!”

 She fearlessly grabs his wrist and tugs him down the hallway, taking him down a few hallways before they get to their destination: The janitor's closet, near the gym. Their talking will most definitely be drowned out by the activities going on in there.

“Get in! Get in!“ Once she shoos him inside and closes the door behind them, she gets right to the point, babbling out in Blossom's typical excited rush: “Have you notice something about the teenagers who live here? The ones who aren’t us? Because ever since I started working for the Blue Moon Diner, I couldn't help but notice how they act.”

[ 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...? ]

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Keep Calm, It's March Madness!

DAYLIGHT VIS LORNLIT.

Loomis Drive 101. | March 1 - 5 | OTA

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

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

Closed Prompts | March 1 - 15 | Various.

NOELLE ROSAS.

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

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

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

Closed Prompts | March 1 - 15 | Various.

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