[ WEEK SIX ]

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WEEK SIX

CURRENT POPULATION: 14 It's a rather quaint town when you get down to it. At least, that's what the Sheriff would argue. Warm and dry in the mornings and afternoons with a brisk coolness in the evenings. The perfect type of weather to just sit out on your rocking chair and observe the comings and goings. ... Of course, there's not much in the way of comings and goings when there aren't any actual people here to watch. Nevertheless, don't let that get you down! The town is your oyster and those roosters won't stop crowing until everyone's out of bed. Up and at 'em, rise and shine, it's time to make the day yours! After all, there's nothing wrong with the town today and you might just want to savor it while it lasts. This post functions as the general mingle post for the week. Wanted Posters and other small events will be posted in top levels below. If there's any questions or requests, please send a PM or shoot a PP to robowest.

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[elemancy]

[noct is definitely looking a bit more unkempt this week. clean as he may be, he doesn't seem nearly as concerned that his hair isn't properly gelled (in fact, it's getting a bit too long to even style it properly), and some of those signs that he's not quite a kid show in a minimal amount of scruff patching in on his face.

he's fine? sure. either way, it's a bit of a shift from how he'd been taking care of himself in previous weeks.

(he's still dressed entirely in black, though, go figure.)]


monday, afternoon;

[noct is in the post office, prodding around a couple of the mailboxes—and retrieving his bookmark.

or, that's how it starts, but before he leaves, he ends up kind of just leaning against a wall and sinking to the floor, putting his hand on umbra's head and petting him gently.]

Never thought I'd say that the quiet's too much, right? [he's talking to umbra, but the implication is clear—too many people are dead. but despite that, there's a little bit of resolve in his tone; it's not brooding or depressed, but an air of determination that seems to accompany it, betraying the words a bit.]

monday, evening;

[now is when he's brooding, sitting on the porch of one of the buildings outside. his legs are stretched in front of him.

in his left hand, he's holding yuna's bookmark. in his right, he clenches sara's sword.

just feel free to sit next to him, or judge him, or whatever. he's having A Moment.]

whenever;

[he can be found in a few places through the days. sometimes it's the watering hole, even though the idea of catching fish where they pulled up two bodies is unappealing.

sometimes, it's out on the homestead, caring for the animals and making sure that they're fed and getting a bit of love.

...and sometimes he's just kind of sitting somewhere napping, because he needs 800 naps. it's fine.]

monday evening

[insincerely]

[okay but move your legs before Shinnosuke trips over them, Noct???]

[elemancy]

[dammit shinnosuke why are you like this.

but noct is noct about things, so he's quick to drop the sword (sorry, sara!) in order to reach out and grab shinnosuke by the wrist.]

I know you're still new that this, but try using your walking stick the right way?

[hay bro]

[insincerely]

[He jerks back, not having expected anyone to grab him, though he relaxes once he realizes that it's Noct.]

My walking stick got me attacked by Felix today, okay?

[He means the chicken.]

[elemancy]

[that's right, chill. noct's not going to hurt him though once he's steady—noct will draw back and then move to check on the sword that he absolutely didn't mean to drop.]

...The hell are you talking about? [he's definitely not thinking of the chicken at all, even if he saw milla earlier.]

[insincerely]

... Ah, that's right. Milla got a chicken, if you haven't noticed.

[elemancy]

And she named it Felix.

[he noticed, he just didn't ask for the chicken's name.]

[insincerely]

[He shrugs.]

Apparently he—the dead guy—helped her pick it out. Guess she named it in his honour.

[elemancy]

I think I'll take that as motivation to stay alive.

[he's rather not be remembered by way of chickens.]

[insincerely]

Are you sure? Noctis might be a good name for a chicken...

[elemancy]

Maybe we can just name all of them after you instead. Shinnosuke, Shinnosuke Jr., Shinnosuke the Third...

[nailed it.]

[insincerely]

What, are you wishing death on me?

[elemancy]

What, you have to die before we name stuff after you?

[insincerely]

Ideally, to avoid confusion.

[elemancy]

Who says there's much to confuse?

[a group of birdbrains!

no, he's kidding, and that's why he snorts a little.]

[insincerely]

I'm sorry, but unless you changed your style after I went blind, whose hair here resembles a bird more?

[elemancy]

It's changed since then so... you.

[maybe. his hair has changed, but the rest of that is probably up for debate.]

[insincerely]

Well, damn.

[...]

Noctis is still a better name for a chicken, though. Maybe it'll glow in the dark.

[elemancy]

I think I'd rather avoid a radioactive mutant chicken being named after me, thanks.

[insincerely]

That's probably for the best. That'd be a very special chicken, and Felix from the dead might get jealous.

[elemancy]

I'd say it wouldn't matter, but that guy would probably find a way to impale someone here from where he is.

[that guy is craycray.]

[insincerely]

He probably would. Better watch your back at night.

[elemancy]

[at least he can!]

You say that like I don't do it anyway. I'm not one of the reckless ones here.

monday afternoon

[robitussin]

Starting to hate the quiet? Maybe you're moving past your Green Day phase.

[But even this is lacking the usual sarcastic bite. It's more soft and questioning. Even if it's not stated, she's wondering how he's holding up.]

[elemancy]

[it seems like it's the case for all of them at this point—even when they keep up the typical banter, there's always a bit of a muted edge to it—they all worry about that now. either way, noct lets out a snort in response. he doesn't know what green day is, but he can probably figure it out.]

Not sure if it's hating the quiet or just missing the noise. Easier to nap, but... [lacking all the personality it had before.]