little town, it's a quiet village

[unfatalist]

WHO: Ignis Scientia and YOU!
WHERE: All over Chroma!
WHEN: Throughout August!
WHAT: Catch-all prompts for the month of August!
WARNINGS: Will be marked in their individual threads!

See below in the comments for individual starters! If you'd like to do something with Ignis this month, feel free to hit me up via PM or on Plurk and let me know!

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QUEST 20. - open to all

[unfatalist]

[At least the potion seems to work for a limited duration, Ignis thinks sullenly as — once again thanks to the unasked-for intervention of his cat — a draught of his dubious jorogumo potion once again ends up unceremoniously dumped into his morning coffee. This time he's fully aware of it, at least, and so while the cat is unquestionably to blame, he admittedly still has to bear some responsibility for imbibing it. It'd proved to be harmless enough last time, at least, and, well. Coffee is in limited enough supply in Chroma that he's certainly not about to throw out an otherwise perfectly good cup just for the sake of a silly cat having dumped some singing potion into it.

Which says something about what Ignis Scientia values more, his morning coffee or his theoretical dignity.

In any event, he's now highly prone to spontaneously bursting into song, but you'll have to catch him on his morning routine to do it. He can be found anywhere along his route between the garden in Flavo and the house in Bluo — and he seems to be humming to himself, so. There's...that?

Of course, if you'd prefer not to have Ignis sing his true feelings at you, feel free to catch him for this quest somewhere else! If you want the Disney Princess version, however, you'll have to catch him on his route.]

[photoshooter]

[Prompto is, naturally, on his own morning commute between Flavo and Bluo, traveling at a light jog without benefit of musical accompaniment. That is, until he catches a tune in the air in such a comfortably familiar voice.

Cheered, Prompto speeds up in recognition before abruptly slowing down again as the realization dawns.]

Iiiiggy?

[IGNIS IS HUMMING, WHO IS THIS AND WHAT HAS IT DONE WITH OUR MOM??]

[unfatalist]

[Oh, sweet Six, it's Prompto. What a double-edged sword, because on one hand, if he's got to make a fool of himself in front of someone, he'd probably rather that it be Prompto...but then again, of the people he'd really rather not make a fool of himself in front of, fairly high on that list just so happens to be, well, Prompto.

No helping it now, however. He's got a basket of vegetables on one arm and a spring in his step, and the song tickling at the back of his throat just plain isn't going to go away.]

Ah, Prompto. Good morning — out for a run, I gather?

[photoshooter]

Yeah? I mean, yeah. Good morning.

[He clears his throat and swings his arms, still scanning Ignis with every fiber of scrutiny he has.]

You're pretty cheery today, huh? Woke up on the right side of the nest?

[unfatalist]

I'm a bit vexed, actually, but it'll pass. Pearl got up to some mischief this morning and, well.

[He's awfully upbeat for someone who's allegedly "vexed", but okay.]

There's nothing to do but ride it out, I suppose.

[photoshooter]

[Tiiiiiiiiilt.]

Ride what out?

[Ignis had his interest, and now he has his attention.]

Pearly didn't give you fleas, did she?

[unfatalist]

If only.

[That's sarcasm, can you imagine if something dared to try to give Ignis Scientia fleas? "Kill It With Fire" has never been so apt a response.]

No, it seems that one of her favorite toys is a particular bottle of potion I acquired a few months back, and no matter how I try to hide it from her, she keeps managing to get into it. And contaminating my beverages, inadvertently.

[photoshooter]

A potion? Like a healing potion? Why don't you just keep it in the Armiger?

[Why don't you just keep it in the Armiger, Ignis? Do you like singing? Signs point to yes.]

But I guess at least it's not something that's gonna hurt you.

[unfatalist]

[LOOK. A better question is why the fuck he even drank it knowing that this is what he would be subjecting himself to but here we are.]

Because prior to having a cat, the shelf more than sufficed, which left room for more important things to go in the Armiger. It's where I put things I intend to use.

[Well, anyway.]

Regardless. Noct finds it amusing, anyway, so.

[parodeity]

[ it's the garden in flavo - or on the way to it - when dave strider falls into step with ignis, hands in his pockets and looking fairly relaxed. ]

You seem to be in a good mood today. Somethin' happen?

[ like dave seems to be in a good mood too but ignis isn't really the humming sort in his mind. ]

[unfatalist]

Just coffee, I'm afraid.

[Which is...technically a true statement, albeit one with several highly important pieces of information left out of it.]

Good morning, Dave. What are you up to today?

[parodeity]

Not much. Checkin' on the garden, then probably I'm going to see if John wants to write some music or somethin'. Maybe track down Dirk for lunch.

[ he's still learning how to be brothers with dirk, but he's trying.

it helps that dirk tries back. ]

Things seem way better with the sun and moon back, don't you think?

[unfatalist]

I'm hardly one to complain about that. Though personally, I was more personally affected by the return of the stars — I was always rather fond of watching them, back home.

[And there it is again, that odd sort of fluttering in the back of his throat that quickly turns into words he can't precisely suppress, and before he can think better of it he ends up whisper-singing under his breath: ]

♪ Underneath the starlight, starlight
There's a magical feeling, so right — ♫

[parodeity]

[ ................

IS IGNIS SINGING LEANN RIMES?

DAVE...stops in his tracks and stares in utter delight. ]

You sing?

[unfatalist]

[WHY DID DAVE AND PROMPTO HAVE LITERALLY THE EXACT SAME REACTION TO THIS. HOW IS THIS HIS ENTIRE LIFE. WHY DO BLOND CHILDREN BE LIKE THIS.]

Under duress, and to my great chagrin.

[parodeity]

Aw, c'mon, you have a pretty nice voice.

[ still looks utterly delighted!!! ]

What's the duress, though?

[unfatalist]

A potion my cat spilled into my coffee this morning. It's ultimately harmless, though it does come with the unfortunate side effect of making the imbiber spontaneously break into song.

[And yet HE STILL DRANK THE COFFEE, KNOWING THIS. Coffee is worth it.]

[nascere]

[ SO GUESS WHO IS SLEEPILY INTERCEPTING IGNIS at breakfast in bluohaus??? No one's at home right now, which is why Noctis is shuffling into the kitchen where Ignis is, an arm wrapped around his waist from behind, faceplanting onto his back.

It'd be romantic if Noctis weren't shamelessly half-asleep, probably. ]

Hgrff. Pearl sat on my face.

[ The offending cat, for one, is now winding around Ignis' ankles, purring. ] We're out of fish, aren't we?

[unfatalist]

It must be a very comfortable place to sit.

[Why hello there. He's certainly not going to be complaining about a sleepy cuddly Noctis, no sir. Besides, it's not like he's going anywhere, with Noct wound around him from behind and the cat doing exactly the same thing around his legs.]

And I'm afraid we are, but I'll manage something. Scrambled eggs, perhaps; she might like that.

[nascere]

[ Scrambled eggs? Noctis perks up -- he doesn't need to overthink this, and he likes the way Ignis feels in his arms, solid and strong and warm. His hands come to splay lazily over his stomach, remembering the lovebites he'd left on him previously, safe under his shirt. ]

What, you wanna try that too?

[ Gotta address that first comment, after all; but then he realizes how it sounds and feels a warm flush creep up his cheeks. Whatever -- he's allowed, right? ] Mmm -- I'd like that, too. The eggs.

[ Also the sitting, ]

[unfatalist]

Don't be crass.

[YEAH, HE KNOWS EXACTLY HOW IT SOUNDED, THANKS FOR POINTING IT OUT, NOW WE ALL HAVE TO THINK ABOUT IT WHEN IN FACT THERE WAS NO NEED FOR THAT THIS MORNING.]

Would you care to go check and see if the hens have laid anything? I'd appreciate the help.

[There's a little touch of singsong in his voice, because this is flagrant bait. Even sleepy, Noct surely remembers what happens when he's helpful while Ignis is cooking.]

[nascere]

You started it.

[ But Noctis is definitely more awake now, and being a normal, hot-blooded young man, he's thinking about it, feeling a small thrill going right down south. But they can't have that now, and so Noctis will entertain that fantasy by himself, bouyed by that sing-song request.

And oh, Pavlov is definitely right on all counts there, because Noctis is already immediately extricating himself from him, turning to head towards the hen house to be helpful. He gets kisses when he's helpful, and he takes the bait without thinking, hook, line and sinker. ]

How many eggs are we looking at? Have you eaten yet?

[unfatalist]

Four or five, ideally, if we're both going to eat and have some for Pearl besides.

[And while Noct works on that, he'll just give Pearl a light nudge-push with his foot to keep her from getting underfoot while he finds a pan and gets the stove lit to start it heating up.]

If not, then let me know how many we have and I'll ration accordingly.

[nascere]

[ Noctis slips outside to get the eggs from the hens -- and surprise, surprise, there are five right there for him. He harvests them easily, petting each hen for their troubles and scattering more feed for them, before he trots back proudly with five in his hands.

He hands them over, raising his face expectantly. He's behaved, now it's time for treats. ]

[unfatalist]

Thank you kindly.

[He collects the eggs, one by one, and when he's got them all he leans in and rewards the effort with a light kiss, precisely as expected. He's got Noctis trained so well; might as well keep the reinforcement going strong.]

Lucky thing, finding just the number we need.