CLOTHING ADVENTURES

[lightlessfuture]

Who: Anyone! Everyone!
What: Clothes were requested. Clothes are now granted.
When: morning of the 22nd initially
Where: meet me at the room that's literally filled to the brim with clothing in 15 minutes
Warnings: It's just clothes, what could possibly go wrong!
Notes: Everyone gets free clothes whether they participated in the actual request or not. CLOTHES FOR THE ENTIRE ISLAND.


There's a room in the Storyteller's temple; it was once empty, and now it's...not. It is, in fact, full of clothing of all sorts, to the point that it might be slightly difficult to find exactly what you're looking for.

Oh well. It's there now, no takebacks.

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[crosslaced]

[He hasn’t had time to pay attention!!! Y’know, with the drama and all!!

There’s a beat of silence as Laurent’s expression flickers- surprised, uneasy. It’s smoothed over very quickly.]

Yes, I also meant verbal attacks. Only a fool would try it.

....that’s... well, you have fine taste. Does he know?

[piercetheheart]

[For a moment Gladio just stares at Laurent.

And then he laughs, soft and stifled and he tries to keep a straight face but fails miserably.]

For a politician you're really good at being ignorant when you want to be.

Yes, he knows, I told him weeks ago. We've practically been making out on your doorstep, Laurent, holy shit.

[crosslaced]

Listen, I’ve been preoccupied with my bitch tantrum, naturally-

[He stops, suddenly. Not in a nice way- his expression all but freezes over as the words settle into meaning, into implications. Laurent has his blind spots; he assumes, comparing someone as well-adjusted as Ardyn with Gladio- the best friend, the royal Shield- that the situation is replacement.]

Oh. [His voice is stiff; distracted.] It’s nice that he’s settled down.

[piercetheheart]

[Look they were having a nice conversation, what happened?!]

Uh... what? What'd I say?

[crosslaced]

Oh no, nothing.

[He’s good enough that his friendliness snaps back into place quickly, though it’s by no means as relaxed as before.]

It’s nothing on your part. [He stands up, hopping across the clothes mountain again to help his tone loosen up.] Ignis doesn’t know the attention he commands- I thought a person or two was sweet on him some months ago. With luck they’ve gotten over it.

[piercetheheart]

I mean he and Ardyn have that whole.... complicated.... thing.

[Is this what you're talking about, Laur? You really have to be more straight forward with Gladio, okay. He's not good at playing the word games.]

They're working on it. I'm trying to help, not sure how much I'm succeeding on that front.

[crosslaced]

[HE NEEDS TIME TO DIGEST THIS. Man, you just can’t pause Keeping Up with the Lucis Caelums.

Laurent sighs, long and heavy, and he picks through the clothes for something to do.]

I leave for a moment and you lot convolute yourselves like this. God.

Don’t tell me, Prompto found a lover too. And Noctis’... uncle... I can’t fathom what to finish that with. .... at least you're not bloodthirsty for Ardyn. That's another development.

[piercetheheart]

Uuuuh Prompto's complicated.

[Is he blushing? No, Gladio never blushes. It's certainly hard to tell with how deeply tanned he is from all the outdoor work but... gosh he may, in fact, be blushing.]

I haven't wanted to put his head on a spear for awhile okay... I... was misinformed about a lot of things.

And Noctis' ... uncle? Huh?

[crosslaced]

Yes, I get it. Royalty are the fountain from which all overwrought dramas floweth from.

[ “Prompto’s complicated”, goddamn, every single Chocobro has a harem he guesses?? Laurent eventually pulls out a pair of shorts that say “LUXURY GOODS” and holds them up for Gladio, perfectly deadpan.]

I don’t know, there was a Lucis Caelum-looking man around some weeks back? Noctis’ colouring, but your age? Oh no, don’t tell me Prompto’s fucking that one.

[ Yeah he. Doesn’t know timeskip Noctis exists. ]

[piercetheheart]

[The "luxury goods" shorts get a grin, a laugh, and he holds his hand out for them. Please let them be size appropriate for Prom, that'd be hysterical.]

I don't think Noct and Prom ever fucked, but it wouldn't surprise me? The only other person that's been around was Noctis, just from my point in the story, not Iggy and Prom's.

Well later, really, but that's complicated too.

[crosslaced]

[here's balling up the shorts and throwing them over.]

No, it was someone much older than Noctis. He was easily -thirty-five, maybe? -or maybe he wasn't from your retinue.

[Laurent.... really doesn't seem to get the concept of timeskips.]

Your royal family doesn't have spares?

[piercetheheart]

He was 30. Well... 31? Almost 32? He'd been on that space station or whatever. But the ring it-

[He could explain the fact that ring places a great physical burden on the royal line but he's taking a moment to be startled at how blunt Laurent just was.

"Spares." Shiva that makes them sound like they're breeding them for-

And then he recalls the conversation that he and Ignis had so recently and he feels a little sick.]

Noct's mom died having him... That- [Maybe he shouldn't say it, not to Laurent anyway, but somehow if anyone understands he figures it'll be the blond.] That's where Ignis figured in.

cw: death of family?

[crosslaced]

Hm.

[He chews on the inside of his cheek a little, contemplating. If memory serves that was the case with Damen as well- there was his own mother, whom he barely remembers anything of by now, but certainly they’d find a way to dismiss it as not tragic enough. ]

It seems like queens have an incredibly unfair lot. Then again, royalty aren’t known for their longevity.

[Back to picking over the pile, businesslike.]

Which is why- I suppose if you surround your heir with protection they’ll probably live longer. My kingdom works a little differently is all.

Oh, this is much too morbid for right now. I apologise.

[piercetheheart]

[The only one dismissing things as not tragic enough is Laurent, especially with how cavalier he is about all of this.

Gladio is much more affected by it but he can still discuss it with a little distance.]

Not just queens, most nobles... [His own mother for example, never mind Iggy's parents.]

But... yeah that's part of why the heir always has a number of retainers... Hell, Noct's dad had more traveling with him.

we can wrap up with this if you've got nothing else in mind!

[crosslaced]

In Vere, the last few generations have had at least two heirs at a time. It seems to work better than the guard.

[He replies, quite vaguely, but his tone implies he’s ready to close the conversation. Gladio’s free to probe, of course. ]