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.

[photoshooter]

Finds what amusing?

[It hits him, then.]

You're not telling me on purpose.

[g a s p.]

Ignis! [He hops up into his space, hands behind his back, grinning teasingly.] Telllll meeeee. Come on, aren't we friends? What does the potion do?

[unfatalist]

I'm merely attempting to spare myself some impending humiliation as long as possible.

[He coughs, trying to resist the fluttering of song in the back of his throat by covering it over with a little gratuitous hacking.]

Though I expect sooner or later you'll — gurk.

[photoshooter]

Umm. If it makes you sick, dude, you could just say so. I'd rather find out the easy way than the hard way.

[He taps Ignis's arm.]

Come on. Walk you home? I can take the basket.

[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]

It's hardly making me sick, Prompto, I'm merely trying to resist the URGE TO —

[It hits him, then, his words coming more rapidly and rising in pitch and intensity as he tries to hold himself back, but to no avail; it appears that he's simply got to: ]

♪ — SAY what you wanna say
And let the words FALL OUT — ♫

[Fucking. Fuck. Fuck.]

[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?

[photoshooter]

[Prompto goes very, very still. His eyes are wide. His mouth is open.

He points.]

You're singing.

[:o turns rapidly to =D and then to XDDDDD!!!]

Is it--it makes you sing? Ignis?!

[He wraps both his hands around Ignis's arm and practically dances in place. This is too good to allow him a chance to get away, EVER.]

This is the best potion ever!

[unfatalist]

This is the very antithesis of the best anything, ever.

[He is dying. This will be the death of him. He is trapped within the inescapable lamprey embrace of Prompto Argentum's interest.]

It's patently ridiculous, of course, but there isn't much helping it, for the duration.

[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?

[photoshooter]

We could do a duet! Or form a rock band with Noct! We'll be the hottest thing in town! And the only thing in town.

[BOING BOING BOING.]

We could call ourselves... Rockers of Ravatogh!

[unfatalist]

Clever, but unfortunately, I already have a career that I'm quite satisfied with. Singing is merely an...incidental menace.

[WHY ARE YOU LIKE THIS PROMPTO ARGENTUM]

Much like you and Noct, when you put your heads together.

[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 — ♫

[photoshooter]

Hey!

[Snorting, he releases Ignis's arm to plant his fists on his hips instead.]

You take that back right now, Noct's never been an incidental anything in his life! How can you look down on all his menacing like that, Mr. Sing-entia?

[unfatalist]

Showing a bit of teeth in the defense of your best friend, are you, Prompto?

[oh god here it comes]

How very inci-dental.

[photoshooter]

[Snrrrrk, snicker.]

So it doesn't make you sing everything you say, huh? Or else you'd have fun making all your puns rhyme.

[unfatalist]

No, not everything. It comes and goes, but it always seems to be tied to the topic at hand. Taking off from something I'm already saying or thinking, as it were.

[...]

Rather like experiencing life in a stage musical, I suppose.