{Quatre} Le jour de gloire est arrivé!

[silencetoreason]

Characters: France and you!
Setting: 3-14 and the dormitory hallways, Floor 1 (the cafeteria), and Floor 78 (the mail room).
Format: Starting with action, but I'll match you.
Summary: It's Bastille Day - or, in other words, France's birthday! Screw all this depressing horrortower junk. He's celebrating! This is basically a catch-all post for France to dick around during his birthday, so feel free to come up with a prompt that's not on the list.
Warnings: France being even more flirty and even more naked than usual. Yes, it's possible. And then some angst in the last prompt.


3-14 and the dormitory halls

[France is up a lot earlier than usual. When he pops out from under the covers, surprise surprise, he's naked. Except for a rose covering his "vital regions," that is. Probably best not to ask how it's attached.

He jumps out of bed and is quick to greet every person he sees - his roommate, the people walking by his dorm room, the worker drones. He doesn't bother to put on clothes before he does this, because why should he? It's his birthday! It's also a Sunday, which is an equally valid excuse.]

Good morning, good morning! Bonjour! How are you doing on this wonderful day~?


Cafeteria

[By the time he's made it down to the cafeteria, he's managed to put clothes on. Barely. It's actually just pants, plus an apron over his bare chest, but whatever. He tried!

He's making himself some food, because, despite being the birthday boy, he really doesn't trust the drones or anyone he knows to make a proper meal. What sets this apart is that he's also making food for everyone else who comes around. He bumps his hips into the cafeteria drones' to nudge them out of the way and make something that's a little less "10-year-old chiq."

Anyone who wanders into the cafeteria for breakfast will find, along with the Tower-provided meals, a spread of French food. There are cream puffs, croissants, crepes; everything's decorated with fruit and presented in a bright, aesthetically-pleasing way. It's all gourmet-quality, the kind that would run a person broke if they tried to buy it in Paris.

Also of note: he's made whipped cream, as well as some syrups out of blueberries and strawberries. There's some blue, white, and red on every plate, reminiscient of a certain flag...

France will occasionally place down another plate of food while humming under his breath. Though there's a lot of it, it's all in tiny, tasteful portions, so you might need to come back for more.]


Mail Room

[France sits by a mail unit with his knees drawn to his chest. He's cradling something in his arms, dragging a finger over it idly like one might do with a pet, but that's not an animal he's holding. It's a tangle of fabric, ripped and stained with blood, blue and white and red.

For now, he's just staring with a far-off look in his eyes. Look closely, and you might see his lower lip quivering.

He doesn't seem to realize he's blocking a bunch of mail boxes.]

Comments

Cafeteria

[ladyliberty]

[Oh hello. This tower might be some kind of simulated nightmare fuel, but at least (as far as Amelia's seen, anyway), there's good food.

She takes a plate and sets about piling it up to a more reasonable serving size.]

[silencetoreason]

[Oh, boy. This is the second time today France has come out of the kitchen to see a blonde-haired, blue-eyed person taking far more food than what he would consider to be a reasonable amount. He's about to write it off, but- Are those wings growing out of her back?]

Ah-!

[Whoops, rude. France scrambles to greet her properly, but it's obvious that he's looking at her wings.]

A-a-are you- I mean- Bonjour...?

[ladyliberty]

[Americas is Americas is Americas.

Amelia looks up, wings folded neatly behind her back. She's pretty used to that kind of reaction from baselines.]

Staring costs extra.

[silencetoreason]

[Oh, crap. Now he looks like a dick (as if he never has before). He clears his throat and tries to force the look of surprise off his face, but that only results in an awkward-looking smile.]

P-pardon me, mademoiselle. I really should be more used to sights like this after being here for so long... ["So long" being about three months.] You have just caught me off-guard, that is all.

[ladyliberty]

I know, I get that a lot. Most people can't handle me. [She smiles, reaching out to take a few more pastries. She'd noticed the man's shirtlessness already-- too old for her tastes, but not bad-looking-- but it isn't until that moment she makes the connection between the apron and the pastries.]

Oh. Did you make these?

[silencetoreason]

[France isn't sure what to make of her attitude. She's definitely cocky, but he guesses she has reason to be.

His eyes keep drifting to her wings. Damn it. All right. If he focuses on a conversation about cooking, maybe he'll be able to cut back on his staring.]

I did. Luckily, we have been given some proper ingredients this month. I might have died, had we only had nutrition bars!

[Food is Serious Business, okay?]

[ladyliberty]

[Well, she's not arguing there.]

Does that happen sometimes? You just get bars?

[silencetoreason]

Oui. It has happened at least twice since I've been here.

[He frowns and wrinkles his nose.]

Some of the people in charge are more generous than others, you see...

[ladyliberty]

Uuuuugggghhhhhhh. Like I thought this place could get much worse!

[silencetoreason]

[He doesn't want to be the one to tell her that the food will be the least of her worries, but the way he averts his eyes is hardly subtle.]

Euhh... Yes, it is a rather awful place. But! [He manages a smile. Quickly, he tries to change the subject.] I try to brighten it up as much as possible. And with beautiful people like you here, it is that much better!

[ladyliberty]

[The food was her only solace okay.]

So, you're a pretty good cook.

[silencetoreason]

You think so? I am flattered.

[He's actually not surprised, and he's soaking up the praise like a sponge.]

They have assigned me a job in the kitchen, so rest assured, I will make sure you have plenty of good food to eat, my dear.

[ladyliberty]

[She pops a pastry into her mouth-- forget the fact that it wasn't one of the ones already on her plate.]

I'm Amelia. Nice to meet you.

[silencetoreason]

[Her manners make him cringe, but he forces a smile onto his face to cover it up. He'll try to be polite. No promises, though.]

Francis. [He holds out his hand for her to take.] The pleasure is all mine.

[ladyliberty]

[She shakes it.]

So you said you're gonna be down here cookin' on the regular, right?