[ 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

Feel free to make your own starter, or PM for one! Will match prose and bracket text, please start however you like.

Comments

[unrequite]

You're apologizing for nothing. Or rather, I don't take the things others say to heart.

[ No one deserves that level of scrutiny. (Well, Midnight does, but he needs to be careful. He's stronger than most. Exceptional.) Anyway, he's put away everything relevant for later, wrapped up tight like the chandelier he's scooped up into his arms. He smiles down at Kaveh, both completely at ease and a little confused that Kaveh's found anything to apologize for in the first place. He's playing. Midnight loves to play. That's why he's very careful when he playing... He doesn't want the world to give him a reason to stop.

Anyway, the very idea of Kaveh hurting him is already unfathomable. What will he do? Hate him? Midnight knows what that looks like. This is just a lovely person doing lovely things. ]

Would you like to follow me to my storage unit? Save you a trip once I figure out where I'm going to install this.

[fussiest]

[ easy come, easy go - or so kaveh thinks. midnight is already moving on, shouldering the chandelier with the ease of man who carries nothing but the burden on his back. paradoxically, kaveh suddenly gets the sense that this is only the very beginning of this conversation. the backlit pink of midnight's eyes linger in kaveh's near-memory. you don't look like that, with that kind of deflection, without having understood the lines you've drawn in the sand.

but to date, kaveh has apologised, and while it doesn't necessarily make him feel better, nor is it meant to, it at least means that he has established his own culpability. with that aired out, kaveh's shoulders seem to relax a little, before he shakes his head. ]

This city isn't large enough to get lost in. When you've found a place to install it, just let me know. It's for some kind of a larger establishment, isn't it? I'd thought that you were going to hang it your apartment, and while I wasn't going to judge how gaudy that would have been, this certainly makes more sense.

[unrequite]

It is for a larger establishment, yes.

[ Not one that Midnight is going to expand on at the moment, because he's really just met Kaveh, and explaining the ins and outs of a host club might take a bit more honesty than he'd like to dole out for one meeting. So he instead grins. ]

But come now, would it really have looked all that bad in a bachelor-sized room? With enough flash and extra furnishings, I think the effect would have been striking.

[ Expensive taste central. Not exactly bad taste, just... Maximalist. ]

[fussiest]

[ kaveh gives midnight the kind of look that suggests there is only one place where gaudy maximalism ought to exist, and that is dumped somewhere in the great garbage patch of the pacific ocean. ]

Well I can concede that some individuals may be able to make it work, the general effect it causes is - well, striking wouldn't be the wrong word for it. As in, with the potential to strike your eyes from its sockets.

[ kaveh examines midnight. and then, he sighs. ] I'm not going to say more, in case it encourages you. But you've your chandelier and I'll be on the lookout to see if I get summarily arrested in the next twenty-four hours. Let's meet again at a later time, shall we?

[unrequite]

[ Midnight has a contrarian in him. It is, in fact, both metaphorical wolves. They conspire to make his path as interesting as possible. He grins, then nods to Kaveh in farewell and walks to the mouth of the shop, single visible brow raised in amusement. Maximalism it is. ]

Looking forward to it. You know where to reach me.