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ROOMS BY CHARACTER

N - P Otono-Tachibana Makie Pavel Chekov Peter Parker Pidge Gunderson Prompto Argentum Psycho Mantis

Q - S Randolph Lyall Remy LeBeau Sandalio "Biffy" de Rabiffano Sanza Stark Shin-Ah Sorey Steve Rogers

T - V Taako Thor Tim Drake Tyrion Lannister Ulaz Vash the Stampede Victor Frankenstein The Vision

W - Z Wanda Maximoff Zaveid

(last updated: 1/25/19)

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Prompto Argentum | FFXV

[this_loser]

[You'll find yourself on a large stone platform backed by the wall of a short mountain. The border of the stone is lined with softly glowing blue runes. And beyond that, wilderness. A dry desert with scrubby plants melding into a wooded forest melting into a lush marsh. Giant daemons wielding equally giant swords and fully armored soldiers with guns wander in the space between the platform and the vegetation, which should give pause to anyone hoping to leave the haven.

On the flattened stone itself is a campsite. In the dead center is a roaring campfire, nevermind that it appears to be a bright and clear day. Four fold-out chairs are arrayed around it. Off to one side a single tent has been erected, and on the other, a cook station.

Looking around the camp, you'll find items scattered around. A dented can of beans is heating on the stove. On one chair is a camera and a black leather bracelet and a revolver.

On the three remaining chairs you'll find: a can of Ebony, a novel, and a cell phone.]

TW: Self-harm (avoid the can of beans)

Re: Prompto Argentum | FFXV

[permanentlyexhaustedbird]

[Tim will take in the amazing view from the stone platform. It truly is spectacular. Something pokes at his brain telling him something is off, that being here is wrong but it's gone just as quickly as it appeared and Tim turns back to the campsite.

He spots the camera and thinks to take a picture of the view, so come forward to pick it up]

[this_loser]

[As soon as the camera is in hand, Tim will find himself in the Regalia - the king's own convertible, hood down and warm sun shining down as it speeds along the dusty highway. There are four young men sharing the vehicle, Prompto among them, in the front passenger seat, gazing at the passing scenery with wide-eyed wondered. He suddenly swivels around to turn pleading eyes on his friend in the backseat - a young man with black hair and sleepy eyes.]

Dude! Just saw the perfect photo spot. Can we stop?

["Dude" raises his eyes to catch those of the driver in the rearview, sits up from his slouch, and nods. "Yeah, sure," he says.

The driver heaves a small sigh, but no more than that, and performs a U-turn back to the overlook they just passed. Prompto throws his arms up the air.] Woohoo!

[The car barely stops before he's leaping out and bouncing around looking for the perfect shot, and then herding his friends together for a group photo. They all humor him with poses and smiles. There's a feeling of companionship and happiness.]

[permanentlyexhaustedbird]

[Tim smiles at the camera in his hands, the memories were good. Not his, he realises now but a happy memory at least. He rotates the camera in his hands, reluctant to put it down and therefore the happy feeling with it.

This is another fleet member memory and perhaps his things, but where is he actually?

He reaches down and picks up the black leather bracelet.]

[this_loser]

[Upon picking up the bracelet, the scene will change considerably.

Prompto stands before a large circular door. Gingerly stepping forward triggers the door to split and spiral open, revealing a dimly chamber lined with tall glass tubes. In each is contained a human, bodies and heads bare, arms folded, eyes closed, as if they were simply sleeping. A black swirling mist obscures the lower half of the tubes.

Moving closer, he sees they all resemble each other, and himself.]

Who...What am I?

[There's confusion, and anger, and whole lot of fear.

The feeling only gets worse, culminating in a gut-deep sickness when he finds a clipboard at the end of one line of tubes. A termination report, with a list of numbers - not names, unit numbers. "The following specimens have been eradicated." The picture paperclipped next to the report looks just like him, and he feels bile rise up his throat.

There's a stairway behind him. He thinks, it's got to be better away from here, and slowly creeps up the metal steps. The scene fades back to the sunlit haven]

((Video clip for reference, memory stops at 1:20))

[permanentlyexhaustedbird]

[The boy, Prompto he remembers now, is a clone? Is that why he's here? to learn that. It feels like it can't be a coincidence. For him to learn this about one of his fellow travellers considering his own history with Kon. Tim needs to know more. He eyes off the last item on the chair before picking up the revolver.]

[axi]

[Kaname knows this place-- or ones similar to it-- from pictures he's shared with her, so it doesn't take her long to realize what the items on the other chairs signify. As much as she wants to see the others, her first stop is the familiar black leather bracelet. She's well aware of its significance.]</small.

[this_loser]

[Upon picking up the bracelet, the scene will change considerably.

Prompto stands before a large circular door. Gingerly stepping forward triggers the door to split and spiral open, revealing a dimly chamber lined with tall glass tubes. In each is contained a human, bodies and heads bare, arms folded, eyes closed, as if they were simply sleeping. A black swirling mist obscures the lower half of the tubes.

Moving closer, and she'll see they all look very familiar.]

Who...What am I?

[There's confusion, and anger, and whole lot of fear.

The feeling only gets worse, culminating in a gut-deep sickness when he finds a clipboard at the end of one line of tubes. A termination report, with a list of numbers - not names, unit numbers. "The following specimens have been eradicated." The picture paperclipped next to the report looks just like him, and he feels bile rise up his throat.

There's a stairway behind him. He thinks, it's got to be better away from here, and slowly creeps up the metal steps. The scene fades back to the sunlit haven]

[axi]

[Kaname feels all of it, the fear, the terror, the feeling of someone punching her in the stomach enough to knock the wind out of her. She feels sick, like she needs to throw up.

Even once the scene leaves her back at camp, the sensation is still fresh in her mind. Swallowing is a struggle, but she manages it enough to call out for him.]

Prompto? [Her mouth is dry, but she waits, hoping he'll somehow hear her.]

[this_loser]

Yeah.

[She'll find him standing behind her, clutching his right wrist and biting his lip. The bracelet isn't there - maybe because he trusts her with what it hides.]

[axi]

[His sudden presence startles her, and she turns faster than she might have normally. Most of the time she'd try a smile first. After what she felt, she doesn't even bother trying before simply stepping forward and wrapping her arms around his neck.

It's a tight hug, one meant to convey her feelings as she rests her forehead on his shoulder.]

[tempredmental]

[Keith glanced around to take in the scene for a moment, and he moved over to take the beans off the stove... of course, he did. There was no one here, after all, and leaving something to cook unattended was a fire hazard. Leave it to the son of a fireman.]

[this_loser]

[The scene shifts to another haven, this one bare of everything but the campfire. This haven is nestled under an outcropping of stone, sheltered from the snow drifting down. Under the moonlight, a heavy blanket of white stretches as far as the eye can see, broken by the occasional twiggy tree or hill.

Prompto sits hunched by the fire. A half-eaten can of beans sits by his feet, and in his hand is a glowing branch plucked from the fire.

He's desperate, and scared, but works up the nerve to press the red-hot wood to the barcode exposed on his wrist.

It doesn't work. The black lines run deeper than is normal - and really, he should have known. They'd glowed when he touched the scanners in the facility. But he had to try.

He feels another breakdown coming, but Aranea strides in, all leather, heels, and sarcasm, and the scene fades away.]

[tempredmental]

[Keith hesitated, watching for a moment before it clicks what Prompto is planning. He opens his mouth to protest, but remembers that this is a memory. It's already happened. That freezes him in place to watch with mild horror at Prompto desperate attempt to remove the barcode.

What was it?

Keith took a deep breath as everything faded, shuddering slightly as he swallowed against the lump in his throat. There was something about that barcode that caused him to remember a wristband wedged between a mattress and headboard from last time.

He looked around to see if anyone was there.]

[this_loser]

[He can find Prompto sitting on the edge of the haven, his back to the camp. A regiment of soldiers, armored from head to foot, march back and forth in the distance.

Prompto raises a hand, but doesn't make to move or even look back.]

[tempredmental]

[Keith moved closer, peering off at the troops.]

What's out there?

[vartex]

[Bit of a creepy place. Messer examines his surroundings carefully, watching the monsters and soldiers roaming about with a hefty level of caution, then makes his way to the bastion of apparent safety in the center. Self-preservation kicks in, of course, so he immediately goes for the gun he finds on the chair.]

[this_loser]

[The scene shifts to an industrial complex of some kind - cold metal and hard lines. A panel next to the door glows red. But Prompto lifts his wrists to the scanner and it switches to green. There's a click and the door whooshes open.

Cautiously, Prompto enters a large circular room. Some kind of enormous metal helix spins slowly in the center, a series of clone tubes fixed around it. Nothing remains in them but black miasma.

A man stands with his back to the door. All that can really be seen at first is long white hair, a red Imperial cloak, and the impression of armor. And then he turns.

"What's the matter? Have you never seen a man turn before?"

Half of Verstael Besithia' face has been eaten away by the scourge and wisps of black come off him like smoke. He did this to himself, infected himself like he'd infected the clones. It all piles on, every word from the man's mouth ripping through him like a bullet.

And suddenly, Besithia is on top of him, reaching for him, threatening to infect him too.

He pulls the trigger. Besithia falls, and Prompto drops his gun and falls to his knees. Over the loudspeaker, Ardyn's voice mocks him. "Look what you've done! You've gone homocidal. No! Patricidal. You lose your friends and murder your family. Now you've no one left." And he's done. He doesn't know what to do or where to go from here.

There's a crash overhead, but the scene dissolves.]

[vartex]

[That's... jarring. Messer nearly loses his grip on the gun, but he manages to get ahold of himself and tighten his fingers. He doesn't know what the creatures in the distance might be, nor does he understand this place, but going unarmed would be absurd.

The vision clears up one thing he'd been unsure of- this place has to do with Prompto. He gives the area another, more careful survey, looking for familiar faces.]

Prompto? If you're here, show yourself.

[this_loser]

[He might hear the shuffling of feet behind him before the quiet "Yo".

Prompto is at the edge of the haven, about as far from Messer as he can get without stepping outside the runes.]

I guess ... you have questions? Or...?

[vartex]

Mm... I do, of course.

[He checks the gun to see if there are any bullets loaded.]

Is this area accessible to those creatures out there? Are we in danger?

[That's the kind of question you meant, right]

[the_tailor]

[A campsite, huh... Lance can't help but smile a bit. When's the last time he got to go camping, for real? Yeah, he'll stick around here a little. Totally unrelated to the giant monsters he sees off in the not too far distance.

There's plenty of things to look at as it stands. He notices a camera which makes him smile, but it's the leather bracelet he picks up out of curiosity.]

[this_loser]

[Upon picking up the bracelet, the scene will change considerably.

Prompto stands before a large circular door. Gingerly stepping forward triggers the door to split and spiral open, revealing a dimly chamber lined with tall glass tubes. In each is contained a human, bodies and heads bare, arms folded, eyes closed, as if they were simply sleeping. A black swirling mist obscures the lower half of the tubes.

Moving closer, and he'll see they all look very familiar.]

Who...What am I?

[There's confusion, and anger, and whole lot of fear.

The feeling only gets worse, culminating in a gut-deep sickness when he finds a clipboard at the end of one line of tubes. A termination report, with a list of numbers - not names, unit numbers. "The following specimens have been eradicated." The picture paperclipped next to the report looks just like him, and he feels bile rise up his throat.

There's a stairway behind him. He thinks, it's got to be better away from here, and slowly creeps up the metal steps. The scene fades back to the sunlit haven]

[the_tailor]

[Oh, Prompto... There's clearly more to the guy than Lance ever imagined. Is he really some kind of test tube baby? An experiment? God, how sick do people have to be to do that--to create human beings and think of them as subjects, to eradicate them--

He feels almost nauseated. Once he's back to the campfire, he takes several gulps of fresh air before moving on. ...The book can't be bad, can it? He picks it up.]

[this_loser]

[The book will offer a small reprieve from the previous memory.]

[Welcome to Lestallum, where women are in charge, and everyone is okay with that.

It's also stupid hot and crowded as Noctis leads the way down narrow cobblestone streets to the hotel, with its fans and glorious shower.

Prompto, enamored by the ladies coming off their shifts, some of them with arms thicker than his, feels the need to pipe up.

Noctis paps him on the back of the head and the scene ends as they trek onward.]