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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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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.

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.

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?"

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.

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?"

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?"

"Cats are clumsy bastards naturally, they just like to think they're elegant and quick on their feet." She reached out to take the hammer once it was slid close enough, leaning over to quickly yank out a couple of the nails that weren't in quite right. Surprisingly not as many as she expected, considering the wobble.

"A little. I had a cat back home when I was younger and my dad and I built a huge play gym for him together." She leaned in to start to reposition those nails, pausing in her words as she smacked one in with a couple of well given whacks. "I've fucked around with building some things now and then since. Though usually it's related to cars so I might be a little outta practice."

"Hey now, don't insult His Royal Highness like that. He sulks." No really he does, Prompto can tell. There's a reason he named him after Noctis. "But he's not too clumsy most of the time. He just likes to knock over everything in sight."

He watches her work, itching to do something himself and yet curious as to what she's going to do. "Huh, so you've really done this before. That must have been fun, building stuff with your dad." His never did anything like that. He wasn't around enough to be able to. "Wow, you've built and worked on cars? Are you a mechanic?"

"His Royal Highness?" She can't help but be amused by this, it's not like she knows the kitty's namesake. Cats sulking she'll buy, anyone who owned a cat in their life would, but the nickname gets a snort. "I'm glad he at least lives up to the regal nickname."

Once she's sure the tree is more solid, she sits back to look at it for a second. "Just worked on them. Though I did kinda fix my truck from the ground up when I found it, so maybe it counts. I never went to like school or anything for it, but... Guess it was something else my dad taught me. He was really good at teaching stuff."

She points to him. "Make sure your nails are evenly spaces on your side, otherwise it could split the wood later."

Ah, right, he should probably explain like that. "Named after an actual prince, so yeah, he totally lives up to it. When I found him, he reminded me of said prince, so I figured he might as well share the name, too." If Noctis ever shows up here, it'll be kind of awkward.

"If only they had cars here, huh?" Man, she and Cindy could bond over that. Then again, Cindy would probably be miserable here, so it's for the best that isn't possible. "Your dad sounds awesome, though. Kinda wish mine taught me stuff like that."

At her instructions, Prompto looks back at the tree and all its... very much not even spaced nails. Uh oh. "Sooooo... how much later is 'later'? Like, if I took them out now would it matter or...?"

"You knew a real prince? Get out." She had only ever read about them in stories or seen things about the royal family in England in magazines, ones she would deny reading until she was blue enough in the face to match her hair. She can't imagine knowing one, but that's probably because Arcadia Bay was not exactly the royal family kind of town.

She sighs somewhat sadly at the reminder of the lack of cars, though, and the look on her face is sort of akin to a pout, which lasts through the comment about her dad - and his. "Yeah, he was. Awesome, I mean. If they got cars here, though, I'd die of joy." A beat. "Was your dad not a Fix It kinda guy or was he just not a Teach It person?"

A groan as she scoots over to his side to look. "... Dude." She shakes her head a little. "Yeah, just - take 'em out and respace them. It shouldn't be a problem. Try and keep the new holes away from the old ones, though."

Hard to believe, but it's true. He does. "Yep. He's my best buddy. We went to school together and became friends in high school." When Prompto finally worked up the nerve to talk to him. He'll leave out the part about how they met in middle school but it took him literal months/years before he finally approached Noctis.

And he'd rather be talking about him than his dad right now, but it is what it is. "I don't think Thedas is quite ready for the combustible engine just yet. And my dad was more of a Not Really Around All That Much kind of person." He pauses then, realizing how that sounds. "Because he traveled a lot. He and my mom both did for work."

"Yeah, don't want to make a mega hole or something." As much as two holes punched through by a nail can make, anyway, but at least he knows it's a Bad Idea to do that. And so begins the tedious process of ripping the rest out and going to nail them back in, now under Chloe's watchful eye.

"Just casually best friends with a prince, no big deal." Is she making fun of this? She might be making fun of this. "Sounds like the plot to a Disney Channel movie."

The teasing turns into more of a frown though, because, well. "That sucks." Even with the clarification. Working might be a decent enough excuse, but it still sucked to miss out on a parent, she figured. She always hated how much her mom worked, even if they needed the money.

She goes to grab another few pieces of wood while he gets to work on fixing his nail spacing, clearly weighing the options on which would make a decent branch to dangle some toys from. "So other than having the ability to just meet royalty in high school, what's your world like?"

It does sound odd to strangers, and he knows it. If it hadn't been for Lunafreya's letter to him, he likely never would have approached Noctis in the first place. "Dunno what a Disney Channel is, but that's kinda how it happened. Noct didn't have a lot of friends outside his retinue. You know, no one who's a... commoner, I guess, like me. We hit it off pretty fast and we've been buds ever since. If you saw him, you'd never guess he was a prince."

He lets the subject of parents drop. It's easier, and he's too hyperfocused and giddy (thanks mystery flu) to want to talk about it, especially to someone he doesn't know real well.

"Eos is a lot more advanced than Thedas. We've got cars, television, cell phones, digital cameras, stuff like that." Since she knows what cars are, he hopes she knows about that other stuff as well. "It's also got daemons, but not like the ones here. Things aren't going so hot back home, but once Noct does what he's gotta do, things should turn around soon enough." Ahahahahahahahahahaaaaa.... "What about your world?"

Well, that sounded familiar. Chloe remembered how good it had felt to have Max talk to her and become her friend, young as they were. And, subsequently, how much it had hurt when she moved away because of it. "He's lucky to have you," she said after a second. It was way more complimentary than she usually was, but hey. "My experiences with princes are mostly limited to the fairy tales, so I'd say it's probably a safe bet that I wouldn't know what one was supposed to be like to guess he was one."

His world doesn't sound too different than hers, though, which she's pretty relieved by. Digital cameras seems like a pretty specific thing to tag on the end, but she's known enough photography buffs to be used to it being listed in The Important Stuff. "Also more advanced. All the same shit you've got it, sounds like, minus that whole... daemons thing. That's nothing like home. Everything was pretty boring for the most part. Magic, elves, dwarves - all that stuff is just ... make believe. Literally. I play a bunch of games back home where you make up characters that can do all this, but no one actually can." Sort of. Kind of. Talking about Max's super powers didn't seem like the best course of action in the moment.

That was... really nice of her to say! A little surprising, since she definitely hasn't been the complimentary kind of person but all the same, it makes him smile a bit bashfully. "Thanks. I hope I've been a good friend to him, you know? But I figure at least I'm not someone who's always worried about him being prince and acting right around him. Don't think I've ever seriously addressed him properly." Not that Noct cared much about that.

"We don't have the elves or dwarves either. Got some magic and some gods. And a prophecy and all that." ...know that he thinks about it, Eos does kinda sound like one of those fantasy worlds. Huh. "What kind of games? Video games or like, tabletop stuff?"

She shrugs a little. "My girl-- ex-girlfriend," she was clearly still getting used to that addition, "was the District Attorneys daughter. Not exactly royalty, but it comes with a lot of people treating you a certain way and expecting you to behave a certain way. I was never like that with her and she said it was one of the things she appreciated most about me." A pause. "The whole ex thing isn't a deterrent from making the point that I'm sure that he appreciates having that too."

A prophecy. Like those are things worlds Just Have apparently. Everyone is from a fantasy story but her, she's convinced. Not that... rewind powered best friends isn't probably fantasy worthy. "Both. Fuck, it's nice to talk with someone who knows about both of them so I don't have to explain. I used to play this awesome elf barbarian in one of the tabletops. She sacrificed herself to save one of her teammates though. It was a sad day."

That's a story he's not gonna touch right now. Break ups are rough enough as is, and if she's still trying to remind herself to refer to her as her ex, then it's recent. "I get you. Being at the top like that can't always be easy. Lots of privileges, but a lot of burdens, too." Some more than others. Best they can do is just support those people and remind them that they're human, too, at the end of the day. Royalty, upper class, whatever. Still human.

"Oh man, you have no idea. Trying to explain photography to people here has been A Challenge, lemme tell ya." One he still hasn't gotten fine tuned yet. Some day, maybe. "At least she went out in a good way. Not the worst way to die, anyway."

Burdens was putting it lightly, but she kept the comment to herself. "I usually don't have a whole lot of sympathy for 'em, but the people on top in my town aren't usually very... cool." The opposite, really.

She reaches out to place another piece of wood alongside the tree, grabbing a nail to start hammering in the first branch. She ignored the comment about Callamastia, perhaps because it hit too close to home than she'd expected it too, focusing in on the former statement instead. "Yeah, I tried describing what a photo was to this girl I met here," this girl that made her smile a little whenever she mentioned her, holy shit this wasn't fair, "but I think it mighta gone over her head."

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