(Awash & Hugtopia) IC contact

[meridio]

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Somnus is slow to respond to text messages and accept calls.

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[meridio]

[This audience understands full well the necessity of stretching after a nap. He pays it no heed.]

My hand is yours. Where you go, I will follow.

[carbungle]

Yeah, I figured as much.

[He gives their already-joined hands a lazy wave.]

Wish we had a system for earning in your sleep back home, the way it works here. I'd be drowning in gil.

[Imagine all the cool car upgrades! All the expensive energy drinks! Instead of a hunter rank, he could have a nap rank... that would be living the (literal) dream.]

[meridio]

[Unfortunately, he can only be rewarded in AP and EXP.]

No earnings come cheap. There is a cost to the system.

[So long as the gods need them, they'll be here. A system that empowers the gods, though—how would it fare against the Scourge . . . ?]

[carbungle]

It isn't cheap. We're working hard.

[He says, lying on the couch doing absolutely nothing else.

And doesn't 90% of his power for Scourge-defeating come from napping for 10 years? It's clearly the best tactic.]

[meridio]

[Napping is the official sport of Lucis, endorsed by Bahamut himself.

Sustained contact takes a concentrated effort and doesn't come easily to everyone. Noctis was rather clumsy at the beginning, himself. In a way, they're working hard. His gaze drifts to the tablet on the table. But they all need to work harder.]

[carbungle]

[As if on cue Noct's eyes drift in the same direction after a few moments of quiet, remembering what he'd come here for in the first place.]

Hey, question. If you were gonna pick a favourite thing to fight from back home, which would it be? Like a beast or a daemon.

[meridio]

[He turns back to Noctis. Fighting daemons brings him no joy, and he hasn't battled beasts in so long. There's a moment as he thinks.]

A hardy beast.

[carbungle]

[Like pulling teeth--]

Got anything more specific?

[meridio]

Why do you ask?

[carbungle]

Why do you hate giving straight answers?

[Answering a question with a question is the worst gramps and you should know better.

It's not like it's a big secret, though, so he sighs through his nose.]

I'm working on a thing for the VR cafes. A game where you can fight monsters.

[meridio]

[He's never had good manners, sorry to say.

But that just makes his previous answer irrelevant. He'll expound on it for Noctis, anyway, even if he isn't terribly invested in virtual reality.]

While a hardy beast provided sport, it could then be distributed as meals and goods. I have no preference.

[carbungle]

[....

literally the worst. the worst, grandpa.]

Y'know, the idea is to get intel that'll help convince you to play it with me. You're not aiding my case, here.

[meridio]

[Just port the bass from the fishing game.]

You do not need intel to convince me.

[carbungle]

[.........DUDE. That would be awesome.]

You sure? Because I'll hold you to that.

[meridio]

[Now go forth and unleash the basstastrophy upon the players.

Anyway, Noctis doesn't need intel. He needs something else that's much simpler to provide.]

We must continue to work hard.

[carbungle]

Mm... fine, but on our own terms.

[The people here keep giving them fun things to do, so the intent must be for them to enjoy themselves while saving the world. He plans to do just that.

But for now he's got a self-appointed mission, so at last he tilts and rolls himself upright, letting go of Somnus's hand to stretch his arms up over his head. Ohhhh boy, yeah, gonna regret that couch nap.]

C'mon, let's go find some horses.

[meridio]

[On Noctis' terms, then. Somnus is only here to follow, but he'll be the first to rise from the couch, giving the flowers on the counter a second glance as he does. Once Noctis has gathered his things, they can go and see what the museum has to offer.

Do they find those horse? It is a mystery. But look, they do.]