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hashtag_chocobro) wrote2019-06-12 03:57 pm
hashtag_chocobro) wrote2019-06-12 03:57 pm
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Room 303; Wednesday [06/12].
Though he still felt like it was some sort of miracle that he'd decided to stay, Prompto had not just hitched a portal right over to Insomnia the moment he got back from his food philosophy class on Monday, even though he'd been tempted. He really, really didn't like what the island was doing this week; the whole being-under-water-in-a-dome thing would have been bad enough all on it's own --it didn't help that he kept thinking of that force-field that had gone up with all the vampires, either -- but the fact that it was leaking? That it was clearly not maybe the most structurally sound? Terrifying. Like, at least with Insomnia's barrier, you barely noticed it. And it was, you know, underneath sky and not an entire ocean that would crush them all in probably two seconds after the first really big crack. Just thinking about it made it hard for Prompto to breathe...
...and then there were those...those...things, attacking people at every turn, all of those nightmares he'd been having about himself, come to life, lurching for him...
....fuuuuuck thaaaaaat. But running away to Insomnia was...just that. Running away. Like a coward. And Prompto didn't want to be a coward. And something deep, deep, deep inside of him told him that being a coward, especially in the face of all his friends here was far worse than being crushed to death under a sudden rush of water, of suddenly losing air because there just wasn't enough of it anymore, of being ripped apart of sliced to ribbons by something that could have been, would have been, should have been human.
If he was staying, though, there was no way he was leaving his room, unless he absolutely had to, or unless he was going to classes. He was definitely not venturing into town, and that included for the weekly activity (though he kind of wish he knew it was going to be just at the auditorium and not the community center or something). He was still on the fence about work tomorrow, though, biting his lip, eying his phone a little, debating on whether or not to just text Zack and tell him 'sorry man, i can't come in today, but i'm sure sidon could come in for me?'. He liked to think Zack would understand, but the idea that Zack might think he was a coward....was just too much.
So he debated a little while longer before sighing, not sending anything yet, and picked up his video game controller again to just...lose himself somewhere that wasn't here, as if that would be enough to just make him forget.
And you know what? Sometimes...it kinda was...
....just like when he was a kid and all he wanted was for the whole world to just...go away.
[[ door is closed, but the post is open if anyone wants to swing by! ]]
...and then there were those...those...things, attacking people at every turn, all of those nightmares he'd been having about himself, come to life, lurching for him...
....fuuuuuck thaaaaaat. But running away to Insomnia was...just that. Running away. Like a coward. And Prompto didn't want to be a coward. And something deep, deep, deep inside of him told him that being a coward, especially in the face of all his friends here was far worse than being crushed to death under a sudden rush of water, of suddenly losing air because there just wasn't enough of it anymore, of being ripped apart of sliced to ribbons by something that could have been, would have been, should have been human.
If he was staying, though, there was no way he was leaving his room, unless he absolutely had to, or unless he was going to classes. He was definitely not venturing into town, and that included for the weekly activity (though he kind of wish he knew it was going to be just at the auditorium and not the community center or something). He was still on the fence about work tomorrow, though, biting his lip, eying his phone a little, debating on whether or not to just text Zack and tell him 'sorry man, i can't come in today, but i'm sure sidon could come in for me?'. He liked to think Zack would understand, but the idea that Zack might think he was a coward....was just too much.
So he debated a little while longer before sighing, not sending anything yet, and picked up his video game controller again to just...lose himself somewhere that wasn't here, as if that would be enough to just make him forget.
And you know what? Sometimes...it kinda was...
....just like when he was a kid and all he wanted was for the whole world to just...go away.
[[ door is closed, but the post is open if anyone wants to swing by! ]]
Re: What's in the box is NFB, please~
Because, obviously, the one ANAKIN they had already wasn't enough! No, they needed more!
"And we are, like, totally going to need a bigger pump!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Nina laughed. "And, like, I wasn't even looking for something like this???????????????? But when the chance came up................"
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...
"Do you think it would fit in his office?"
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Nina blinked. She hadn't, like, thought of that mostly because--
"Maybe," she said slowly, "and, like, I guess we could test it out in Grumpy Bus Driver's office first, to see how it looks????????????????? Like, we don't want to crush the Anakins????????????????"
Or the slide.
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"Hmmm," Prompto tilted his head thoughtfully, examining hte paper a little more closely. "Blowing it up in Bus Driver's office and then having to deflat it again would take a while; who's got time for that? I'm sure this thing has the dimensions somewhere, then all we'd have to do is just sneak in and get measurements of Skywalker's office, and Vette could probably do that blindfolded. And then we'll know. But what else could we do with it? Get it at the top of the school with a big old banner? What were you thinking?"
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Those were garages, Nina.
"Like........... safety first, you know??????????????"
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But he paused, his eyes shifting to the side a little.
"I mean, unless we had, like, a shrink ray or something, and we could strink the bus and then put the bus in the house and then make the bus bigger?"
That seemed a lot of work, though. Especially considering that they'd have to make a shrink ray.
...he'd definitely try, of course, but it was a bit of a jump from a homebrew chocobo Danger Shop program.
Although...if it was big enough to fit a bus inside, that was pretty epic.
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"Maaaaaaaybe it could fit the bus," she mused. "Or maybe there's some spell to make it bigger................."
At least, like, they didn't have to use it immediately. The bouncy castle would not go bad.
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"
It could totally be a thing!
"But," he concluded, "that's a much better idea. I mean, who wants a smaller bus? And, conversely, who wouldn't want a bigger bouncy house?"
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Yet.
"Bigger, in this case, would definitely be more fun," she agreed, tilting her head thoughtfully as she picked up a packing peanut. "I bet, like, if we worked on it together we could figure out an expando ray that was both magic and tech.................????????????????"
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