[ OPEN ] July Catch-all!

[unrequite]

WHO: Midnight (unreserving) & You (you)
WHAT: Midnight, please calm down, it's only been a week, you can't be this much of a disaster already.
WHERE: Lots of places! Mostly in outdoor or public spaces he hasn't been to yet. If you would like a closed or specific prompt, please PM me or take a peek at my OOC intro so I can get you set up!
WHEN: Pre and post Sylvain's shitpost. Probably mostly pre-event!
WARNINGS: Most definitely alcohol use! Some references to death and terminal illness. Will update as necessary, please see Midnight's content warnings for possible canon-typical content.


a. day (a local gym)

[ Generic workout routine. He does arms and legs on alternating days for about two to three hours there starting at about 7 am, then an hour (or however long he has at the end of the day until, uh, midnight) before showering and going home. He may also steal a practice room and swing around a stick he's found in lieu of his sword... He should probably think about getting a practice sword made, huh.

He's friendly, cleans up after himself, and will spot for anyone, but also feel free to accost him walking in or out of the facilities! But also, if your character needs... well, less of a personal coach and more of a cheerleader, he's there for you. Why'd you ask him for this? I don't know, but he's so there for you at this lateral press, bench, tiny silicone dumbbells, whatever. He is rooting for you! ]

Two more in the set and you're done. Don't think about it, just do it!

b. day (shopping center)

[ Midnight just needs to go clothes shopping. That's it. He'll carry bags for people, he'll help out with menial tasks. Look at this guy, do gooding.

Okay, specifically: ]

Do you think anyone would mind if I procured that?

[ He points at a neon sign, a bright Edison light, a small discoball, a chandelier. Something very bright, flashy, and... probably not intended for sale. ]

I mean, I don't suppose there's a manager, and I wouldn't like to interfere with their marketing, but I quite like it.

[ ... He rolls up his sleeves, drags over a chair, and begins climbing. He's decided he doesn't need an opinion anymore, or just straight up didn't wait for an answer. Look, sometimes a guy just desires a lava lamp. ]

c. evening (town hall)

[ Once the dust settles and everyone is perfectly happy with the distinct lack of helpful information in the help center, Midnight will still arrive there in the evenings, haul out a bunch of books into an empty side room, and flip through them, a plastic bag of assorted drinks at his side. (Mostly alcohol and water.)

Weird nightclub looking vampire here, books open on his lap, spinning a pen between his fingers. Occasionally, if someone walks by his room and doesn't look too busy, he'll get up, go to the door, and gesture to them, an open book in his hand. ]

Hello, love. Do me a favor and write anything you like here.

[ He clicks the pen in his hand and offers it. Man's doing some experimenting! ]

d. night (the park)

[ Remember the stick he has at the gym? He needed to find it at some point. During the evenings, but honestly any time he isn't doing something else throughout the first three or four days, he'll be poking around the park, searching for fallen branches long and straight enough to do the trick. It'll take a while, and he definitely looks like he's lost something! (Or feel free to assume that you've already joined the hunt. Find a bird's nest with no birds! An odd little gravestone! Get stuck up a tree! Help!!!)

If that is overly gung-ho Boy Scout behavior, feel free to catch him a little later in the night, either from 9-10 pm or 1-2 am, sitting at a bench, workout bag sitting at his side, his running shoes neatly tied by their laces and looped around the strap.

He stares out into the darkness. That's... sort of it. It still seems like he's looking for something, but not to the point where he's about to get up and look for it. If one would like to sneak up on him using the cover of darkness, his eyes will slide over and lock on a little more quickly than what should be natural. He sees you.

He grins. (Even if he isn't surprised, he grins.) ]

Hello, darling. Having a pleasant walk?

e. morning (everywhere!)

[ Remember when we said Midnight starts his workout routine at 7 am? He actually starts at 6 am with a jog. He'll be everywhere, just exploring, and he'll use most of the subway systems to make his way back to his gym of choice. He is... not shy at all about his body, so he'll probably pull off his shirt once the sun comes up so he can cool down a bit.

He is truly minding his own business here, but he'll pause his run for anything, even if it's just a short conversation. Or just feel free to wonder why there's a shirtless, sweaty vampire on public transportation at like 7 am. Where does he need to be? Where does anyone need to be??? ]

f. day (city hall, again, late July)

[ Midnight has a seat he's pulled up to the information kiosk, but he doesn't use it all that often. He only sits to add to a growing list in a book he keeps on his person. If one would peek over his shoulder, the list is composed of questions, some pertinent, some less so. Please feel free to make one up, but the first on the list is definitely "Are you single?", which should tell you how seriously he's taking this endeavor. ]

g. evening (shopping district)

[ Not much to this prompt either, he's just poking around. Poking around at the restaurants and bars in the area, his planner occasionally out as he takes notes on... something or other. He tries to choose establishments that see less traffic, so it's very likely that wherever he finds someone, they're the only two in the building. ]

Sorry to interrupt your meal. Mind if I ask you a few questions?

h. wildcard

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Comments

[spectreless]

I'm also not that old you understand. There is a perfectly suitable middle ground and I'm within the confines of it.

[ The sudden thought of anyone present not being human with the leonine manner of lounging and look down upon her makes the hairs on the back of her neck stand. Lenore does a great job not visibly reacting. ]

Now, more importantly, that is peculiar wording. Before I answer should I take it to mean that you yourself are not human?

[unrequite]

[ Midnight leans in, tilting his head... Which, considering his grace, is a much more intimidating motion than he can manage to keep under wraps. He can't really help it, though. Biology and an expired desire to be liked does that to a guy. ]

I am. But I've learned that my definition differs drastically from that of the current quo. [ A beat. ] There's only one type of human where you're from, isn't there?

[spectreless]

Well, yes, as far as I can remember human beings all fall into the same category.

[ Casually she snaps a small pointy branch off to jab him with should he suddenly get hostile. It doesn't necessarily seem as if he will but one never knows and Lenore will be damned if she doesn't go down swinging. ]

Then again I've recently come to learn there is a multitude of different spectre types once one has passed on. So I could easily be mistaken.

[unrequite]

[ Midnight raises his own eyebrows in return. Honest surprise, here. ]

Well, then we've both admitted to a lack of omniscience with regards to settled facts of life. Life after death, huh...

[ Midnight shakes his head. That... that doesn't exist in his world. Not really. Not in a way that matters. More to the point: ]

You believe you're in some sort of danger, don't you? [ ... Midnight nods. ] I'm sorry I've made you feel that way. I live in a world where humankind has several species and subspecies to it. I suppose a wider range of physical traits to those I speak to on a daily basis is something I've taken for granted.

[spectreless]

...It's nothing personal, you understand. Although you happened to catch me off-guard you seem an agreeable enough fellow.

[ Fact of the matter is that he does sound genuine and she is a sucker for that sometimes. The stick stays but her body language relaxes considerably. ]

Several species and subspecies you said. How does that work?

[unrequite]

Caution is rarely personal. I understand.

[ Midnight laughs. He does understand. Life can be dangerous. ]

Well, humans exist in all shapes and forms. Some are descended from different beastlike roots. There are those who are cat-like, Felines, and the ones descended from hounds are called Perro. We call those with finbeast features Aegir, after the name of their nation deep in the ocean, and those with fowlbeast feathers are Liberi. All human, but of different species. Does that make sense?

[ He's trying out a lot of different explanations, and this is the wordiest one. Hope she doesn't get overwhelmed! ]

[spectreless]

[ It's wordy but not terrible. It's really the earnesty in the explanation that has her listening as intently as she is more than anything. ]

It does. I don't understand some of the terminology but I think I can make sense of most of it.

[ A nod. She wouldn't lie about understanding most of it either. No point in that. ]

What are you then? ...If it's not terribly rude to ask.

[unrequite]

[ He's workshopping it! What with the vast majority of people coming from this mysterious place with an alternate version of his home nation, he feels like it's going to be necessary at some point. ]

Sarkaz. I think... yes, you lot tend to use the colloquial terms. Do demons exist where you're from? And angels, I suppose.

[ ... Being a demon in his world is waaaay more normal than seeing a ghost. Like, it is profoundly unlikely to ever see the dead again after they kick it on Terra. It's still probably a very jarring experience to see someone say it so casually, sitting in a tree like he's taking a lunch break. ]