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WHO: Sylvain (laidtocrest) & you?
WHAT: Various and sundry TDM-adjacent prompts and/or a catch-all so everything can be caught.
WHERE: Various places. Some ice cream themed prompts so probably at least one place is the ice cream parlor? But I can come up with other things.
WHEN: August
WARNINGS: Will be updated with warnings.

A. Why should the bank vault oversharing just happen in July?

[Sylvain's steps slowed as he entered the building, as he'd gotten used to the gray of the city, and it wasn't as if he'd never seen color before, but it's still quite...well. A Thing, caps intended, to go from gray to teal and pink and over-saturated colors that shouldn't go together, but it does.

He's still trying to decide what he thinks about the situation. Food, potentially tasty. Music, strangely familiar? But, while he weighs his options (does he want the normal looking chocolate ice cream, or the weird pink ice cream that doesn't seem like it's strawberry), why not small talk?]

So...what'd you get from the bank?

B. The real reason why I'm writing this, tbh.

[Sylvain's sitting in a car. No engine. No fuel. He's got a cup of mostly eaten chocolate ice cream with him. He had taken it to go. This had been a mistake.

He's sobbing, leaned over the steering wheel, carrying on like he just received some horrible news - like someone had died (again) - just very emotional right now. Lots of feelings, so many feelings that he had to immediately hide in something (badly) and start sobbing again.

This car isn't going anywhere, much like his life.]

C. I was going to make a darker joke for this, but then decided against it.

[Regardless, in a sudden nihilistic spree Sylvain's in the process of ~~strategically looting~~ ~~pilfering~~ getting neat shit from a store, which really does bring up the question of where their waste goes, huh? He's suddenly got questions about toilets which is terrible, because he was in the middle of doing something.

Back to that something. That something is this: a shopping cart, a generic store, and going through rows of balls. He considers two basketballs, weighs one, weighs the other, considers the texture of them, puts one into his shopping cart, he reconsiders, and switches it back again as he feels like Dimitri would prefer the one that hurts more if they accidentally clock each other in the face with them. Makes it feel more...real. True to home.

Other things in his shopping cart include two lacrosse sticks, because even if Sylvain has no idea what lacrosse is, he feels like Dimitri might feel better with them for...reasons. They're shaped in the right way, in certain respects.]

Probably says something I'm getting stuff to hit each other with... [Philosophical questions, he and Dimitri can explore the world of sports together, somehow, even if they don't understand most of these things.]

D. Wildcard...?

[PM me if you want a prompt, or surprise me.

I'll also err on the side of caution and admit that I'm possibly walking into another workplace disaster on Monday, so I might be slow? Might be okay. (Much Happened last week, caps intended, I don't mind telling the shitshow story but this isn't the venue for it.) If I am slow and you want to know what's up or plot/handwave, go ahead and give me a nudge and we can work something out. It's cool.]

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I can't help you there. I'm not about to go into detail [ and oh is she glad she no longer feels the urge to go into detail or even talk about it at all ] but I can say, at the very least, I couldn't call what I got pleasant or useful.

Maybe yours was just meant to be symbolic, though I'm hardly the right person to ask about a chess piece.

[ And she'd go on, examining the piece a little more critically, but she has to pause to take in the look on Sylvain's face. Which doesn't seem like the look of someone enjoying ice cream. ]

... Maybe you should spit that back out.

[ Just in case. ]

[Yeah, you know what, yes, he is going to go spit out the ice cream over in yonder sink - there's now a sink there, and the pink thing's getting spit out over there.

Then, Sylvain gets a cup of water - since there's a sink, there's water, and he's using some kind of cup. He swishes the water and spits it out. His mouth works for a moment as he tries to think of the best way of putting it.]

I have no idea what it was I just tried, besides ice cream. I know what ice cream is. [The bubblegum flavor requires taste buds that the residents of Fodlan have yet to evolve.] It tastes...pink- as in, if I had to give a taste to the color pink, that's it. That's what it would taste like. And kind of...fruity? But weird fruity.

[They can get back to the angst, this is more important. What the shit.]

[ Gebura is witnessing this with the air of one who is used to watching people do things they maybe shouldn't do but has since decided to let them do the thing and learn from the experience themselves. Just like now.

Sometimes being a killjoy has its benefits. ]

... I have no idea what any of that means, but I can tell you it definitely doesn't sound like something I'd want to try myself.

[He half-turns then to look at her, an immediate knee-jerk reaction, a reaction that probably has the same oomph as a startled rabbit flushed out of the brush by hiding - Sylvain doesn't know this, as he's just really surprised.]

Really?

[Why wouldn't anyone want to try something that tastes like the anthropomorphic representation of pink?]

What's the point into going into somewhere like this if you don't try the weird flavors?

The point is checking out a new location while seeing what strange effects or possible risks the items inside pose to people who are trusting enough to try them immediately.

[ Bluntly.

Also this is not her idea of a good time, Sylvain. ]

[Sylvain looks at her for a moment, and then, with a shrug, goes back to the taste testing spoons and grabs a few, because if she wants to stand and watch what strange effects or possible risks the items inside post to people who are trusting enough to try them immediately, why not be the canary in the coal mine for the intimidating yet strangely hot lady?

He takes the first spoon, and heads to the other pink tub, and takes a spoonful of ice cream that he shoves into his mouth, eats, savors the flavor.]

Tastes like somebody once encountered a strawberry but kind of forgot what it's supposed to actually taste like.

[Yes, he's fully prepared to go through every last flavor and describe the flavor, what about it.]

[ Wow, can't believe this redheaded kid is just throwing himself into being a guinea pig. She is starting to get vaguely concerned for the mindset of guys in this city. ]

That's kind of the taste you get with most strawberry-flavored things. Like it's a suggestion.

[Here for a good time not a long time. Anyway. More importantly.]

So it's not just me. But what's the point in calling something strawberry flavored if you can't even have it flavored like strawberry? Wouldn't it make more sense to just...make up some kind of flavor, like...uh. [Fuck if he knows.] You know. Instead of saying it's strawberry when it's just a suggestion.

[She knows. Clearly. Smart woman. Intelligent. Hot in a frightening sort of way.]

[ Sylvain. Sylvain, please. Your love of ladies. ]

My district focused on flavors, you could say, and I can think of a thing or two some of the chefs might say about that. [ And not in the best of ways. ] And maybe here this was the closest taste they could get to strawberry. Though if you miss the fruit that much, you could also just go find a bunch of strawberries somewhere else.

[It's easier to appreciate someone's charms when she gives off the impression of being completely and totally disinterested and possibly even offended if he made a pass at her? It's complicated. Feelings are complicated.]

It's not that I miss the fruit so much as...I don't know, a lot of the food here's better than back home so I guess I was expecting more of the same with something called strawberry. Like some kind of nice sherbet...though, putting it like that, if I wanted sherbet I probably shouldn't be trying ice cream.

[It's fine. Next flavor. It's a go, he takes a nice scoop from a fresh and new spoon, and-]

...

[He's double checking the label, hold on.]

Do birthday cakes taste like this? [??? not any birthday cakes he's ever had, and as a noble he's had a birthday cake in the past

He has a concern. Even if it's not a bad flavor. Just odd.]

[ Gebura watches this proceed with her arms folded over her chest. Well, it's true that sherbet and ice cream are probably different enough, but it's his newest reaction that snags her attention, her brows furrowing.

Huh.

Unlike Sylvain, she is definitely not a noble. ]

... I don't know. I've never had a birthday cake.

[ Is that supposed to taste different from a regular cake? ]

[On one hand, there's an implication there, an implication that Sylvain carefully takes and sorts away to examine later, at leisure. It might be nothing; she might hate cake. She might've had birthday sherbets instead.

On the other hand, fuck if he knows, when he had a specific birthday cake (3 times in his life total: his birthday was regularly celebrated but cakes weren't usually on the menu) they were just...cakes. Normal, average cakes for a noble boy born with a silver spoon stuck up his ass and well aware of it.

So. In the service of this, he takes another spoon, spoons in a bit of birthday cake ice cream into a cup - not too much ice cream, but enough for a decent sample size - and walks on over so they both can take a look at it.]

It kinda tastes like batter, and- look, there's some weird colored flecks in it.

[Nonpareils were apparently invented in the 17th century, so it's to be decided if Sylvain's aware of what sprinkles are or not.]

Those are sprinkles.

[ She at least knows what they are, though she had no idea that birthday cake was meant to be a certain flavor and not just Cake Someone Gave You On Your Birthday If You Lived in a Nest. ]

Mostly for decoration more than taste. I guess batter makes sense, since it's the closest consistency you could have to ice cream rather than cake itself.

[This will lead to a philosophical question down the road, in which Sylvain looks at something proudly labeled as flavored like ice cream, and he'll ask himself...what does something that's supposed to taste like ice cream actually taste like? It's never just ice cream, it's ice cream flavored like something else.

But that's a philosophical conversation for later. For now he just goes...]

Huh.

[And promptly starts eating the ice cream, wandering back to the ice cream case. Look, what's the use of scooping out a little bit of ice cream if you don't eat it and volunteer as a guinea pig.]

So...have you ever had ice cream? [Starting to feel like the answer is no.]

Once or twice. Maybe three times.

[ Probably one of those times was a colleague trying to get her to enjoy one whole coffee drink and having to sweeten it to dramatic proportions. ]

It wasn't really anything I felt like spending my money on. [ When she started actually having money.

But look at Sylvain, he is clearly having a good time. Good for this lad! ]

[He can't get his slut on for safety reasons/the fact all of the women are kind of intimidating and he feels like he's in danger and not in a good and sexy way, he can't really drink unless he wants to be sad and alone or knock back some vinegar, probably, the one adult he was starting to confide in vanished mysteriously never to return, his issues don't matter here so it's starting to become hard to not gain some perspective on them and he hates it...

But ice cream. Ice cream won't betray him.]

Well...it is free, and you do have a goof like me testing it out for you, just saying.

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