text, un: gautier, cw: some references to alcohol use and sexual content

[laidtocrest]

[Specifics tbd, but there's a drunk Midnight involved and he doesn't have a shirt and might've lost his pants. he's fucking naked.

But for now.]

a guy lost his clothes to the washer. anybody saw a pink shirt?

[Attached is a picture of Midnight. I have no fanart, so you must imagine this guy: no shirt, Jojo-posing, wearing a pink feathery thing, drunk, fly open.]

and here's the guy who lost his stuff

Comments

[unrequite]

[ Yes, Roland. In front of your salad. ]

especially in front of miss gebura
do you suggest that i lie? she'll know.

[gradenine]

nah not really
i got nothing to hide

you found your clothes yet?

[unrequite]

no, but i think that it's the city speaking to me. sending me a message in the oonly way it can
mr roland, she took my shirt from me because i never needed it
brilliant

[gradenine]

[ ...eh? ]

sounds like a thing back home in our city
you can just find another shirt anyway, right?

[unrequite]

my main issue is the value of that shirt
it wasn't tailored but the quality of the materials were quite high
i simply wish to see to it that it finds a good home

your city steals shirts for the greater good?

[laidtocrest]

how is this the greater good???

[Since they're in the same room, probably, if Midnight looks up he can see Sylvain gesture to the device and mouth the word how???]

[ action ]

[unrequite]

Sylvain, I realize that you may be a bit too young to understand this, but please trust me when I say I'm gorgeous and I believe people deserve to look at me.

[ Not an ounce of irony. Midnight returns to drunk texting. He hiccups. ]

[gradenine]

oh man i get it though
my suit's tailored for fixer business so i can't just get a replacement either
maybe i should start handwashing them too...

but nah that's besides the point
im talking about the part where this city is "speaking" to you
see there's this powerful syndicate back home
where instead of paying their taxes with money
they give out little prescripts to its people
and you've got to follow them no matter what or else they'll kill you right then and there

they say these prescripts are the Will of the City or something like that
so i got a little spooked for a moment there, not gonna lie

[unrequite]

there's a drycleaners here isn't there??but i can help you with handwashing just let me know

[ ... Roland you are being slightly too optimistic about Midnight's ability to retain information at the moment. This is all amounting to about the same thing in Midnight's head, but it takes much, much longer for him to digest it than it should. ]

but then that's not a city talking to you that's a person
syndicates are made of people, no?

[ Midnight understands metaphors much better when stone cold sober. Sometimes. ]

[gradenine]

nah i wouldn't want anyone to be in charge of my underwear

[ it's embarrassing, bro

also that's exactly why roland's telling him right now. midnight's too sloshed to understand anything at the moment, which is perfect for absorbing city lore against his will apparently. ]

yeah you're right
but the prescripts aren't made by the people
that's the scary part

[ are u spooked now, king ]

[unrequite]

[ wooOOOooOOoOOOOoOO 👻 ]

then who are they made by'?

[ Midnight isn't too susceptible to the creppy spoops, but he does love a good story. ]

[gradenine]

the city

[ just... the city. ]

[unrequite]

[ ... ]

your city right? please understand, i'm very drunk and i'm having trouble keeping track of two possibly evil cities in your little narrative

[gradenine]

nah you're right
you're too sloshed right now to understand anything i type right now so i'll save the exposition later
im only rambling just so you can keep your head straight

you doing okay now?

[unrequite]

Yesss. I think I'll be drunk for a bit longer. I'm enjoying it, actually. Sylvain's been quite kind.

[gradenine]

glad you got someone lookin out for ya then
i'll check up on you later

[unrequite]

<3 thank you