currently open prompts, might make some closed ones for people

[laidtocrest]

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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[laidtocrest]

[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.]

[bemist]

[ 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.

[laidtocrest]

[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.]

[bemist]

[ 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? ]

[laidtocrest]

[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.]

[bemist]

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.

[laidtocrest]

[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.]

[bemist]

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! ]

[laidtocrest]

[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.