citylogs | currently open prompts, might make some closed ones for people

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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[ ... One needs sports equipment for that? Midnight looks at the cart of what he now understands are bludgeoning tools, remembers the joy on Sylvain's face when he spotted the bats, and... Well, he's more puzzled than he was before, but he continues to give Sylvain benefit of the doubt. Because what's the harm, anyway? Syvlain's the one agreeing to a beating, not him. ]

Rather roundabout way of going about it, if a fight's what you're delivering. Why not just stick to your fists?

I mean, I guess I could.

[Why yes, he's seriously answering this while examining the various sports equipment that involves poles. Weighing them in his hands, feeling the heft, doing some thrusts with them - not at Midnight, just testing them.]

It's less about him beating me to a pulp and more- see, my friend was trained in how to fight with spears. I...

[And now he has to think about this. He's very obviously thinking about this. Look at him think about this.]

Think he took some axe classes but I know he's miserable with those- anyway, he's had a rough couple of weeks and I feel like he'd feel better if he got something that's close to a training lance and went at it with me for a few rounds.

[Which does not explain throwing the basketball at Dimtiri's head, but listen.]

Main problem I'm having is that the balance on everything I've found so far is off for a spear, but that's nothing patience and a knife can't solve, I figure.

[ ... Huh. Which begs the question of what the promise actually was. Was it simply cheering this friend up or a simple case of promising a few spars? Either way, it does explain why Sylvain lit up at the sight of the bats, though — if anything here is vaguely sword-like, a bat is it. ]

I'm sure you could find a taker if you asked on the network for some sort of craftsman with regards to a simple spear... Or is this more of a covert operation?

[ Is this a surprise beating? Is he going to (platonically) jump his friend, or is this more of a formal spar? The sky's the limit. ]

[...the sky is the limit. This is a good question. This isn't something he'd really considered. You know what that look on Sylvain's face is? Respect.

He's looking at Midnight with respect.]

I haven't really thought about it...I don't know how asking for a weapon would go over with the people around here, so I didn't really think about that. Mind if I pick your brain a little about how to go about this? I only got as far as 'get thing to hit friend with' and didn't think through the logistics.

[ Midnight doesn't clock the feeling in this moment, but he'll pull it out later and realize that this sitution slotted him into a position vaguely... mentor-adjacent. And he doesn't do that. Not him. Not really.

But he's a problem-solver at heart. And he does want to see the people he likes happy. So he gives a nod, putting a hand to his chinl. ]

Not sure what I can do to help, but I don't mind trying. What are some obstacles before you?

See...

[In fact, Sylvain is going to lean against some shelves and try to get comfortable, because now he's got a guy who use as a soundboard as he determines the best way to get Dimitri to bludgeon him black and blue for funsies.]

I came here to find some balls for sports, and then the sticks and things made me realize that maybe I could challenge my friend to a duel this way - you made me realize I could put in some more effort. But I'm really not sure the best way of going about it? I could ask someone on the network to make me a spear, like you suggested, but I'm kinda worried people might think I'm just gonna go stab people or I might encourage another round of...well. You know.

[Murders. Does he have to say it?] But the handcrafted spear idea's a really good one. I'm torn.

Well... I think as long as you're putting in an effort for a friend, it'll show through quite well. But if the idea is that you need the validation of having done a good job, if only from yourself... Well, I suppose making one yourself is an option, but a weapon is a rather precise thing. You'd need a few shots at it for the results to be usable, unless you just happen to be a natural.

[ Midnight has every reason to believe that Sylvain's a natural at something. Keeping an open mind, here. ]

But I think you'd rather like to fulfill your promise in a way that gets to the actual fighting part of the promise, and not just the trappings.

[ And that leads into the reputation and the damage thereof that comes from asking for a weapon... Sylvain's the mindful sort, then. Huh. ]

Then you ask through a third party. Anonymously, or you tell someone else to make the request. [ ... Hm. ] I wouldn't mind, come to think of it.

You sure?

[And yes, Sylvain does sound surprised that someone wants to help him out of the goodness of their own heart, what of it? Not...offended, but surprised, yeah.]

I'd hate to have you go out of your way, plus, I wouldn't want people to think you're gonna go out and murder people with a spear. I'd feel bad if something happened to you because you were trying to do me a favor. But, I can't lie: it would be helpful. If nothing else, so Dimitri doesn't know I'm putting in effort until I've got something to show for it.

[ Midnight shrugs, sets down his throw pillows, then picks his planner out of his pocket, opens it, and begins to write himself some notes. ]

I'm not all that concerned about my image. Moreover, I love a surprise. I'll see what I can come up with. There are a few people on my radar I think would help before I'd have to ask the populace at large, but if it comes down to that, it really wouldn't put me out of my way, believe me.

In that case, I'm taking you up on that, I appreciate the help, and I definitely owe you one. No rush, just if you can when you can. Need to know anything else or was what I told you enough?

[Because if it's enough, great, they can next make plans to having a memorial drink to Gregor, wherever he might be.]

[ Midnight shakes his head and waves Sylvain off as he puts his planner back in his pocket, scooping up his throw pillows from where he deposited them on the floor. What a dutiful kid, honestly. ]

You owe me nothing but your friend's height so we can make a weapon suited to him. Wouldn't want to go through days of planning just to give him something too long or short.

[He'd be horrified if he knew how responsible Midnight thought he was. Utterly horrified. If this was a more populated jamjar with more NPCs to act as buffer he'd be debauching the shit out of everything.]

Oh...yeah. He's about... [Sylvain gestures. About thus tall. Few inches shorter than Sylvain.] Spear doesn't have to be anything fancy - in fact, the less fancy, the better. Dimitri used to break everything back home. The school we were going to had a running tab with- uh, with his family for damages.

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