I'm going to go go go

[crowncitizen]

WHO: One very hyperactive (and sick) Prompto and YOU, you poor sod
WHAT: Let's See What Happens When An Already Active, Happy Dude Goes into Overdrive. alternate title: Magic flu strikes
WHEN: roughly from the 17th of the month through the following seven days or so (basically, before Phase II hits)
WHERE: Throughout Kirkwall. See prompts for specifics
NOTES: Besides illness and fever and whatever stupidity ensues from this,
probably not

1) The First Through Third Days

Prompto Argentum feels like he's on top of the world. Honestly, it doesn't entirely register how unusual it feels, because it's just too good to complain about. Besides, what's there to not be happy about? He's got a friend from home here (even if he does feel kinda bad that Iggy's now trapped here, too) and he's got a girlfriend whom he adores. Then there's all his friends he's made here, and the little niche he's carving out for himself in the Inquisition.

So you know what, he's gonna enjoy being happy. And confident!

A) With this swell of good feelings comes a productivity that's set Prompto out and about the city. There's an itch for him to take photographs but (luckily in hindsight) he's pretty much out of his developing chemicals, so he can't. So he channels his energy into other tasks. He mostly takes on odds and ends tasks, like hauling firewood or just running messages to and fro. He runs from place to place, feeling exuberant and hardly at all tired. Careful, if he spots you (and knows you), he'll definitely come up and say hello in a very excitable fashion. Heck, he might do that even if he doesn't know you.

B) At some point, he's got to be in the Gallows. Don't worry, he's just as bouncy and energetic there. He can be seen running about, doing... Maker knows what, honestly. Does it matter? He's a lean, not-at-all-mean, blond hyperactive machine. And he's chatting up pretty much anyone he comes across.

2) The Fourth Through Sixth Days

Now... it stops being as fun.

The spiked energy and confidence boost is still there, but something begins to feel a bit off. Prompto hasn't slept well the past few nights. But no matter how much he can't rest, he still just keeps going. And going. Eyes a bit bloodshot with bags forming under them, Prompto sets about working on a new project: the ultimate cat tower for Noctis the cat.

Yes, the man who has no construction experience is going to build a cat tree.

If one finds themselves in Prompto's corner of the former mage tower, they'll find his door open, with pieces of wood, nails, yarn (?), rope, brightly colored balls (????), and whatnot strewn about. In the middle of his room is a... structure. Of some sort. Probably the supposed cat tree, but right now it looks more like OSHA's worst nightmare. For those near him, they'll hear the sounds of nails being hammered in and all the cacophony that comes with construction projects throughout the day, at least when he's not running about gathering more materials for his exceedingly ambitious idea of this cat tower.

Poke your head in and ask at your own risk.

3) The Seventh through Tenth Days

Okay, now it's bad.

In addition to running about doing errands and still running amok, Prompto's frantic pace has only increased. Also, he might be running a fever. Also, he still hasn't slept. Those eyes of his are now definitely bloodshot, complete with nice black bags underneath. The man should have keeled over by now, but instead, he's still trucking along.

But he knows he needs to stop and get some damn sleep. So now his manic energy's directed towards finding something to knock him out.

"Hey, you got anything to help with sleep?" There's clear desperation in his voice. "Potions, herbs, magic, a blow to the back of the head?" He's not entirely kidding, either.

4) Wildcard

Insert your own scenario!

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[sulena]

Saoirse is returning from the Gallows' chapel when she sees him or rather something that looks vaguely like Prompto considering the speed at which he is moving. She hugs her book, the one received from Gareth on her birthday, a little closer as she tries to peek in the direction where she saw the blond blur head off in.

Honestly she has to smile because he's obviously excited to have his friend here. Besides, all things considered, it is hard for not to be happy when he is in such good spirits. Though she best say something before he vanishes completely out of her sight—

"Prompto!" She says waving and a bright smile on her face.

[crowncitizen]

Prompto skids to a halt when he hears that sweet voice call out to him. His eyes brighten as he jogs back, looking around for her. It doesn't take long to spot her, waving and smiling. Whatever he was setting off to do gets shelved as he runs up to her.

"Saoirse!" Arms wrap around her as he lifts her and swings her around. "Hey baby~" he says - no, he sings the words, his tone silly but surprisingly, his voice isn't all that bad.

[sulena]

She doesn't have much of a chance to respond in any sort of fashion before she is wrapped up in his arms and spun around. The sound Saoirse makes is one full of surprise (because why wouldn't it be?) at first but she ends with a laugh, reaching up to brush some of his hair back into place once she is safely back on the ground.

"Hello to you too." One day she'll catch up with all of this slang. "I'd ask if you were having a good day but that might be stating the obvious."

[crowncitizen]

"It's a great day!" He presses a kiss to her lips, grinning widely as he keeps his arms around her. "Where were you off to, huh? Need help with anything?"

[sulena]

Once more, he moves like a blur and she barely has a chance to respond to the kiss before he's talking again. Saoirse still continues to smile though, chuckling faintly and admittedly pleased that he was in such a good mood.

"I was just returning to my room to gather up some of the completed work that I've knitted together for the those without proper wear in the alienage." She says lightly. "Would you like to go with me?"

[crowncitizen]

She's so good and kind. The elves in the alienage are lucky for her, and while he's biased, he knows what she's doing is wonderful. How can he not want to help? "You bet I would." He reaches out for her hand to take hold and let her lead the way. Prompto's all but bouncing on the soles of his feet, raring to go.

[sulena]

With a chuckle, Saoirse happily takes his hand and leads the way back toward the mages' tower and her room. She can't help glancing to him out of the corner of her eye as they walk, noting the energetic movements and near bouncing state as if he was about to take off at any moment.

"I don't think I've ever seen you so happy before," she says with a squeeze to his hand. "You must be very happy to see your friend again."

phase 3 misery

[sulena]

It's been a few hours now since Solas' message across the crystals was heard. Saoirse, already pushing her limits, feels utterly at a loss in every sense of the word. She is not a healer and can barely focus on her research efforts, every word in the books she reads beginning to blur together.

Perhaps it is why she brings herself to see Prompto, as she has every day, to make sure he is eating and getting some rest. She is seated on her knees near his bed, head resting on her arm which rests folded on the edge and the other holding Prompto's hand as she sings under her breath. She can get him to rest sometimes and potions help with sleep at times but she knows it won't be long before the illness has him up and about once again.

She also cannot help the sadness lingering in her motions. Prompto could die, her mind reminds herself as she squeezes his hand and closes her eyes to hold back any tears that might threaten to appear. Saoirse is quicker to hide it more when she hears him move. She looks up to him quickly, visible dark circles and redness to her eyes as she offers him an exhausted smile.

"Did I wake you?"

[crowncitizen]

There's a loud voice blaring in his head that everything will be fine and this will work out for the best. They won't die! Someone will find a cure in no time! It's almost unsettling, but Prompto clings to the optimism, as it's much better than wallowing in despair.

And how can he be sad, when there's someone as lovely as Saoirse there, holding his hand as he wakes?

"Nah," he murmurs as he opens his eyes. How long was he out? Surely long enough, though even his unrelenting optimism can't hide that he still hasn't gotten a full night's rest in weeks. He glances over at her, taking note of her features. "You could have taken a nap with me. You gotta rest, too."

[sulena]

"I am fine," she lies. It's felt like these last few weeks have been nothing but lie after lie but she needs them too. "You should worry about yourself. Besides I didn't want to disturb you. I know how hard it's been for you to fall asleep let alone stay asleep."

With her hand still holding his own, she sits up on her knees and carefully leans over to brush his hair aside and touch his forehead with a frown. He doesn't feel feverish, none more so than usual, yet something seemed different that Saoirse ultimately cannot put her finger on. She instead lets her hand fall away from his face, offering him another smile.

"Can I get you anything?"

[crowncitizen]

Oh, she's fine. Good! Of course she is. Those bags under her eyes are, ah... well... His mind spins, blinding optimism - if it could be called that - warring with logic. "Hey, I'm not gonna say no to cuddling, asleep or not." He sits up, still holding her hand in his. "I'm okay. I think. Kinda weird how used to it I'm getting." Which is kinda sad, but what else can he do? "How long was I out?"

[sulena]

"Then perhaps it will be something for you too look forward to later, hmm?" She says with a teasing smile, shifting slightly as he sits up but keeping his hand in a gentle hold.

"Almost two hours," she says a bit tiredly. "I suppose it makes sense you are getting used to it considering it is becoming your norm. Hopefully it will not be much longer before they find a solution to all this."

[crowncitizen]

He smiles in return. It's too hard not to, her smiles are so infectious. Even as tired looking as this one is. "Definitely am. But pinky promise you'll get some sleep?" She needs her rest! Even if she conks out without him, it's better than her not sleeping at all.

"Two? Wow, that's more than I thought!" Says the optimist in overdrive. "I'm sure they'll find something soon! Anders has been working hard, and a bunch of other people. Any day now, they'll let us know."

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[tagartist]

Sleep was for the weak. At least that's what she'd keep telling herself as she found it completely avoiding her at the moment. She couldn't say she hadn't experienced insomnia this bad before, it had just been a long time, and she wasn't entirely used to the dragging effects that came from not being able to just lay down and crash for a few hours of actual, helpful, totally restful sleep.

Whether she'd wandered her way near enough to hear the hammering and get curious or she just followed one of the few quasi-familiar people here back to this place like a stalker was totally up in the air, but either way - either way she can't help but get a little curious about what he's doing with all this... stuff. She's peeking her head in to see what all the banging is about and --

"... What the fuck is that, dude?" She's not even waiting for an invite as she comes over to inspect what. Ever. He is trying to build.

[crowncitizen]

Perfection, Chloe. That's what the fuck it is!

...a perfect disaster, more like.

"A cat tree!" He's got... something akin to the base of this project laid out, and the beginnings of the supporting pillars up and inserted into the base, but that's about it. And who knows how stable those pillars even are. "Noctis needs one, and they don't exactly sell them anywhere. So I decided to build my own."

Said cat is curled up on the bed, looking entirely unimpressed with what's going on.

[tagartist]

Don't get distracted by the cat, Chloe. Don't. Get. Distracted. By. The. "He's so cute." She's distracted. Temporarily so, but still, she is sneaking over to try and get a pet in because how could she not. She might give those pillars a little kick as she passes, though, just to see how much they wobble.

"You ever built a cat tree?" Don't mind while she possibly steals your cat, buddy. "Or, uh, anything, by the looks of it?"

[crowncitizen]

Noctis tilts his head a bit to the side, somewhat curious by the newcomer and the odd way she's sloooowly rolling up to him. His tail twitches, but he gives no other indication as to what he's thinking. He sniffs at her hand before so kindly allowing her to give him a few head pets.

The tree wobbles at the kick, with Prompto all but diving to hold it still. "Well, no. But you gotta start somewhere!" That said, he's taking on a hell of a first project.

[tagartist]

Could this week get any better? First a badass looking dog and now an adorable cat. She's getting all her pet fixes in the moment. She takes the few pets she's lucky enough to get, before turning back to the wobbly attempt at a cat tree. She immediately goes to take a seat on the opposite side of the structure from him, giving it a look over.

"I mean, maybe not with a structure you're expecting your pet to use without, y'know, dying, but -- I admire the ambition." She scratches her chin slightly. "You got an extra hammer?"

[crowncitizen]

Okay, admittedly, it's not the... sturdiest thing in the room. "Well, okay, but Noct's a cat. Cat-like reflexes and all? And if nothing else, nine lives." And now he can all but feel the cat's glare into the back of his head. Because Noct can totally understand what he's saying. Shut up.

"Er, yeah. Right here." He slides it over to her. "How much construction experience do you have?"

1 - B

[extraverse]

Ignis has his own bout of productivity that he can't really put his finger on. Even in this state, he isn't the chatter box that Prompto can be, but it does mean he isn't interested in being cooped up all day.

"Prompto? Is that you?" he asks when he hears the blond nearby. "Might I trouble you for a moment?" He is smiling as he speaks, his own energy building up along his skin and making his fingers itch.

[crowncitizen]

After being away from his friends back home for so long, it's admittedly an adjustment to have one around again. Not that Prompto is complaining in the least, but it still almost startles him to hear Ignis's voice call out to him before memory kicks in and he remembers he's not the only Lucian around here nowadays.

"The one and only!" ...boy that phrase has some irony in light of his origins. Let's not delve into that. "And no trouble at all!" he says as he jogs over to him. "What's up?"

[extraverse]

"Did you want to join me while I train? It would be nice to do so together again, wouldn't it be?" They hadn't spent as much time together since Noctis disappeared as Ignis would have liked, but they all three had things to do.

That and Prompto had been alone here for who knew how long. There were actually a lot of questions about that time that Ignis had that he wanted to ask Prompto. Training would give them an excuse to do that.

[crowncitizen]

Training? There's a part of Prompto that almost hesitates, because he's not sure how this will go. How can Iggy fight without his eyesight? Would hearing be enough? But he's not about to pull a Gladio and say Iggy can't do it.

"Sure! Real weapons or like, those practice sword stick things they have?" Blunted weapons might be the safer bet, since the worst they'd walk out with are bruises, but he'll leave it up to Ignis.

[extraverse]

"Practice weapons will do for now," Ignis answers. "I do need to master the change to my daggers, but I'd rather work on reaction now."

He doesn't want to find himself in a situation where he stands around helplessly again.

[crowncitizen]

"Sure thing!" And thank the Six they're starting with those. "We can go down to the training grounds. They got that stuff there. It's down this way." He takes a step or two, letting Ignis register that Prompto's moving and giving him a moment to hear which way he's going before he starts to slowly walk.

"How you doing with figuring your way through here?"