The Apartment Above Covent Garden; Saturday Morning [10/02].

[chef_chocobro]

Well, it wasn't every day that one woke up with a blue man and a potted plant in his bed, but today was, apparently, that day. Ignis was tempted to text Summer to ask her exactly what had even been in those jello shots, but, at the same time, this was Fandom, and so he suspected that the island was more to blame than any unexpected effects of nefarious alcohol.

This time.

What struck Ignis as particularly interesting about all of this, though, that the plant itself was undeniably a gladiolus, which....well. As for the blue man? That seemed a bit harder to explain, until he actually opened his mouth to speak, and what came out was a voice startlingly like Prompto's, if only Prompto had perhaps been raised a Scientia rather than an Argentum.

It was uncanny, really, and it was sort of hurting poor Ignis's brain, and so he did the only thing he could think to do, he excused himself from the bedroom to make breakfast and asked the blue man, who called himself by the name of Dorian Storm, to join him, and, yes, they would bring the plant.

So while Ignis cooked, the full and blooming gladiolus sat on the table, along with Dorian's feet, as he'd propped his nice winged boots up while leaning back in his chair and strumming an admittedly pleasant and rather calming tune on his blue sunburst lute, the orange and red sunset ombre of his cloak spread out behind him.

And Ignis, trying his best to act like all of this was perfectly normal, simply asked, "And how do you like your eggs, Dorian?"

Dorian just flashed a grin, strummed a little bit of an upward scale, and answered, "Over-easy. Much like myself."

He may have just been imagining it, but Ignis felt pretty certain the gladiolus would have put in a rim shot there if it could.

[[ definitely open, especially for the sad miserable roommate! Although usual work related sp shall apply for a few hours! ]]

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[1000yearstoolate]

Seivarden was very much her sad miserable self, and when she walked into the kitchen, drawn out of her room by the smell of food, she had not expected to see a blue stranger.

"We have a visitor?" She asked, still sleepy.

[hashtag_chocobro]

"And where have you been keeping yourself?" asked the blue man with the flowing ombre hair and the instrument in his lap, who looked absolutely nothing like Prompto but sounded an awful lot like him, just as if he was putting on some fancy airs, tilting back in his chair to give the new arrival an approving look. He strummed a note and looked back over to their chef. "Ignis, you didn't mention others might be joining us!"

Most because Ignis hadn't been sure, but he was relieved to see at least he wasn't the only one still themselves.

"Ignis is making us breakfast," Dorian added, looking back to Seivarden. "Join us, won't you?"

[1000yearstoolate]

"I live here," Seivarden said. "I didn't know we had visitors."

That voice was familiar, but the face was not. Seivarden would have know if they had met, and not just for the blue skin.

"Tea?"

She was going to have tea.

[chef_chocobro]

"Oooh, yes," Dorian smiled easily, with a little eagerness, at their slowly growing party. "Tea would be lovely, thank you!"

"Seivarden," Ignis offered, looking over at her pointedly from the stove. "This is Dorian Storm. He woke up in my bedroom this morning and can't quite remember how..."

"Which happens far more often than you'd think!" Dorian said with a laugh, but it was almost more sheepish than bold. "But whatever may have happened, being made breakfast instead of being shown the door...or worse, the window!...must mean it wasn't too bad a time, I should say."

"The gladiolus," Ignis added, with an emphasis that wouldn't miss even the most oblivious target, "was there as well."

"Lovely plant," Dorian mused fondly. "I think I shall try to write a ballad for it later."

[1000yearstoolate]

It took Seivarden a moment to pick up on what Ignis was saying - she hadn't had tea yet, after all - but when she did she paused, the tea flask in her hand.

"Ah," she said looking at Dorian, almost a little disappointed.

"Ignis rarely let people starve, and I am civilised enough not to let visitors leave without being offered tea. You are in good hands."

[hashtag_chocobro]

"Yes," said Dorian, with an apprecitive grin and a pluck of his strings, "I can clearly see as much."

The plucking turned into an idle little tune. "Seivarden, was it? A pleasure to meet you! I am Dorian Storm; perhaps one day I will sing of our exploits! Ignis here was telling me that we're on an island called Fandom. I've never heard of the place, but he assures me it is quite eclectic and interesting! Since you live here, perhaps you could share some of your favorite can't-miss spots!

"Or, better yet," another idle strum, another grin, "you can show me."

[1000yearstoolate]

It was a bit of a dilemma, because if it hadn't been for Dorian likely being Prompto for some reason, it would have been tempting to return that over-the-top flirting, just for fun, especially since Dorian was quite pretty.

And then Dorian started plucking on strings, with bare hands. Before breakfast, even before tea.

She dropped the tea flask and it hit the floor, the leaves scattering around it.

[sword_chocobro]

Ignis managed, somehow, to spurn into action even before the flask hit the floor, his reflexes quick and on the ready for anything when the weekend proved to be a strange one, but it wasn't quite enough to stop the mess, just enough to keep it from getting worse and already beginning to clean it up, as the music suddenly stopped and Dorian, too, seemed ready to leap out of his chair and reach for the axe strapped on his back.

"Seivarden," he asked, a little startled by the suddenness of it all, and it all occurring for no reason that he could discern, "are you alright? What happened?"

And, a moment later, as he stood back up and handed the tea flask back to her, "Perhaps I should make the tea instead? Did you sleep poorly last night? Maybe you need more rest."

"I....can certainly find my way around town just fine, as well," Dorian offered, sounding rather confused himself, and apologetic, as he hadn't meant to cause such a stir! "It's no trouble at all."

The plant on the table just kept sitting there, being a plant, but the narrative felt it was important to remind everyone of the fact that it existed there. Living its best plant life, even amid all the confusion and chaos and fallen tea leaf brethren.

[1000yearstoolate]

"I'm... fine."

Seivarden didn't look at Dorian's hand, or his instrument, she just took the flask.

"I'll make the tea," she said. "And give you a guided tour."

She turned her back to both of them - and the plant - to get more tea.

"I didn't sleep well."

[hashtag_chocobro]

"Well, don't put yourself out on my behalf, Seivarden," Dorian insisted, but kindly, as he settled back into his chair. "I'm sure we can all attest to the wonders that a good long rest can do. Besides, the day is still young, and I imagine most of the fun comes with the nightlife in a place like this! Surely, there are taverns whose doors we may darken later on? After you'd had some rest, of course."

He would never admit this, except perhaps to a small group of adventurers with surprisingly similiarly bereft experiences one day, but he'd never really been to many taverns before, and the idea of it was incredibly appealing.

[1000yearstoolate]

Returning to making tea, Seivarden said: "If any of the two places on the island are open tonight I'll take you there."

She glanced at Ignis. He would make sure this person, who might be Prompto, wouldn't get himself into trouble, wouldn't he?

[chef_chocobro]

Ignis, of course, caught that glance, and returned it with a faint lift of his eyebrows, suddenly wondering if he'd have to keep an eye on Seivarden as much as he'd have to keep an eye on poor Mr. Storm.

At least the plant, he suspected, should be self-sufficient.

"I believe both venues currently boast a stage, even, Dorian," he offered encouragingly, "though one is significantly less particular regarding ID."

Which would be a problem even if Prompto was feeling more himself.

[1000yearstoolate]

"Ah, yes, they ask for ID at Devil's Nest," Seivarden said, trying to remember which nights she avoided the place. "If you're under 21. Otherwise there is Caritas, where I work on Mondays, and I am quite sure you are better than the zombies."

Here she was unable not to look at his hands again, long enough for it to be far too obvious, to a Radchaai at least.

[hashtag_chocobro]

"Zombies?" asked Dorian, sitting up slightly, stuck somewhere between intrigue and concern, and his eyes flicked toward Ignis as if to confirm this detail. "Have you a problem with the undead here? That could make for an interesting quest, especially if either of you two know where we might find ourselves a cleric!"

Could this potentially be the formation of a bold new band of adventurers to sweep across the land to great victory and success? There were worse ways to spend a weekend!

[1000yearstoolate]

"I'm not sure if it can be considered a problem," Seivarden said. "But I wouldn't mind a better band. A cleric?"

[hashtag_chocobro]

"Oh, you know," said Dorian, giving one of those bare blue hands a dismissive wave in the air, "clerics. Those in divine commune with a deity of their choice. Usually, they have a few tricks regarding the undead up their bless'd sleeves..."

"But I'm sorry," he said, as if the rest had just caught up to them, leaning forward with a bright spark in his eyes and an eager grin, "did you say that these zombies....are a band? Well!" His hand smacked triumphantly on the table, with a laugh to match, as he beamed at his newfound compatriots...and their plant. "That's what we must do this evening, go and see the zombie band! Perhaps I may even pick up a few pointers...or vice versa!"

[1000yearstoolate]

It wasn't like Seivarden wasn't used by now to people waving their bare hands around, but after seeing Dorian play that instrument, and before tea, it was quite distracting.

"As I said, I'm sure you are better."

If he wasn't at least he had prettier hands, Seivarden thought, before feeling slightly embarrassed about it.

"I can show you where it is tonight, but now I really need tea."

It was a good thing it was ready now, and she poured a cup for herself and one for Dorian.

"Ignis?"