{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

Dormitories

[alephbet]

[You know what? Aleph's just going to roll with naked guy.

Not like that.

But yeah, demons have screwed over his perception of nudity.]

I'm all right, I suppose. You're looking well.

[silencetoreason]

And you are looking excellent yourself! Come here~

[France is quick to reach for the back of the "stranger's" head and attempt to give him a proper French greeting - that is, a kiss on each cheek.]

cafeteria

[colonial]

[These portions are so small that America isn't bothering with getting plates. Instead, he's trying to hide among the various desserts in order to simply eat piles and piles of them, considering this a more efficient method of consuming French pastries.

He's sort of well-hidden, unless you happen to be adding more food to what's already there, so maybe he's not really well-hidden at all.

He's also got pastry all over his face.]

[silencetoreason]

[France goes to put down more food when he notices a familiar face - a face absolutely covered in the unfortunate remains of his pastries.]

Eh-?!

[His surprise lasts only a second, then it morphs into exasperation. He heaves a heavy sigh, slumps his shoulders, and bends at the waist.]

America.

Dormitories

[papillonmagique]

[Naked French dude was not something Zoe expected to see when she walked out of her room today. Granted, she is aware of what day it is because she's French, but still.

Naked dude with rose over crotch. She'll just be glancing away.]

Uh, bonjour! I am well... You, ah, seem to be in good spirits.

[silencetoreason]

[Even when he's around a girl, France doesn't seem any less shameless. In fact, he gets even more energetic when she speaks French.]

Of course! [He winks.] Today is a very special day, ma belle.

Dormitories

[technologic]

[Oh god naked guy what do-

April will just be turning a bright shade of red as she looks at everything except the naked guy.]

Uh, well, um, I-I-I'm fine!

[silencetoreason]

[If France notices how shocked she is, he doesn't show it. He's always stuck to a firm policy of "be as open as you normally would, and wait for others to follow," after all.]

Good! It's nice to see so many people enjoying their day today.

[He attempts to throw his arms around her shoulders and kiss her on both cheeks.]

Mail Room

[immortalia]

[ Sertoria's up here to check her mailbox just to see if anything has been left for her beyond the usual. She stops when she sees the man hunched over, left to his lonesome. A frown crosses her lips and she walks over, crouching down herself to meet his level. ]

Sir? Are you all right?

[silencetoreason]

[Her voice seems to startle France, and he quickly brings an arm up to rub at his eyes before looking up at her.]

O-oh, euhh, yes, I am fine! [He's smiling, but his voice is strained.] Pardon me, am I in your way?

[He scrambles to his feet, but keeps the ragged piece of fabric held tightly to his chest.]

Cafeteria

[derping]

[This wasn't exactly the spread Sora was expecting when he came down for breakfast, but it sure does look good. He isn't sure what most of it is, though, since they don't exactly make food like this on the islands. But that's never stopped him before, and it isn't stopping him now. Really, the only thing that's stopping him is trying to decide what plate to grab.

When he sees someone come out and put another plate down - someone who definitely isn't a drone - he decides to go ahead and ask them about it.]

Did you make all of this?

[silencetoreason]

Hmm?

[France stops his humming and flashes the stranger a friendly smile.]

Yes, I did! Feel free to take anything you like.

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...?

dormitories

[kami_korosu]

[Hibari twitched on this particular bed (how he'd ended up falling asleep in a place that wasn't his own bed was beyond him). He'd been about to lull into an afternoon nap when someone decided to raise a ruckus in the dormitory halls. He growls and then proceeds to slip out of bed in order to kick down the door of the room he'd fallen asleep in.]

I'll bite to death whoever's making all that noise.

[silencetoreason]

[France yelps, jumps, and spins around. As soon as he lays eyes on the other man, a chill runs down his spine.]

Oh! Sir. H-h-how are you, ahaha...?

[Play it cool, France. Don't run off just yet.]

Mail Room

[tohko_amano]

[Tohko, true to her word, had run up to the mail room in order to stuff a few books she was holding in France's mailbox-The Phantom of The Opera, The Necklace, and Man's Hope-but when she got there and found France sitting down holding..what looked like a bloodied French flag, she sighed and sat down next to him, putting the books in her lap. Ivan, of course, had followed her and was watching the pair from a distance.]

France..are you okay? Who did this to your flag? The Administrators? I can't imagine England would do something this cruel.

[silencetoreason]

[France glanced up from his haze to see that girl from his first day by his side. He ran from her, didn't he? He didn't believe what she was saying.

Well, doesn't he feel like an idiot now.]

Oh- [A tiny, humorless smile tugged at the corners of his lips. He actually managed to give a small chuckle.] No, I do not believe that England would do something like this.

[He turned the flag over in his hands, gentle, like he was afraid it might unravel the whole way if he was too rough.]

It was in my box when I got here, so...

Cafeteria

[evokingfool]

[It doesn't take Minato very long to notice all of the delicious food outside of the menu for the month. If someone's making this many, then it's okay to take one?

Just to be sure...]

What's the occasion?

[silencetoreason]

[France responds to the question immediately, with all the enthusiasm of a person discussing their favorite topic. His favorite topic, of course, is himself.]

I am glad you asked! Today is Bastille Day. Have you heard of it?

3-14

[pushedaround]

[ Waking up to a jolly, naked person is something Tavros never expected to experience, and a part of him assumed he is merely dreaming.

Dreaming of his roommate. Naked. Wait- is having dirty dreams over his roommate now? He's not even surprised.

He groans and rubs his eyes, sitting up and trying his best to stop looking so miserable while he's at it. Sorry, sleeping without the sopor slime is always a pain in the ass. ]

... What's going on?

[silencetoreason]

[A few weeks ago, France might've yelped every time he saw Tavros stir, but he's more or less gotten used to him by now. In any case, not even the most terrifying of aliens would be able to upset him today, he's sure.]

Rise and shine! Today is a very wonderful day!

[He plucks a rose out of the vase he keeps on his bedside table and presents it to Tavros with a smile.]

Won't you enjoy it with me?

Dormitories. Because France would drive this guy up the wall.

[frilliance]

Wh-what the hell are you doing?! Put some clothes on right now!

[silencetoreason]

[France immediately turns to face the person who yelled. He wiggles his hips, indignant.]

No~ [He purses his lips and tosses his hair back.] Why don't you take your clothes off?

Mail Room

[clumsyjesus]

Um.....hey, are you all right, Mister? [Colette hasn't noticed the flag yet but she does realise that France is in distress.]

[silencetoreason]

Hm? Oh... [France forces out a laugh, though he doesn't sound very happy. He gets to his feet.] Yes, I am fine. I simply got lost in thought, that is all.

[He keeps his flag pressed to his chest, almost like a kid with a security blanket.]

[Dorm Hallways]

[faithstaynight]

[You know, it isn't often that Ruler wanders the floors of the dormitory levels above her own, unless she has some sort of business there. This... this event will probably ensure that she'll never make that mistake ever again.

She doesn't even recognize that this is France at first. All she sees is a nearly-naked man just standing there in the middle of the hall. So with an uncharacteristically high shriek, she spins on her heels, eyes clenched tightly shut and a fierce red blush on her face.]

M-Monsier, please, at least put some pants on!

[silencetoreason]

[WOW OKAY THAT'S COOL, HE DIDN'T NEED HIS EARDRUMS.

France actually jumps, though he's familiar enough with people screaming at his nudity that he bounces back quickly. But then, like a blow to the face, that voice makes him freeze.

Oh, damn it. He's actually a little embarrassed now.]

You- Jeanne! Oh. Honhonhon. Well. [He rubs the back of his head, cheeks tinted pink.] You see, I do not normally do this...

[A bigger lie has never before been spoken.]

dorms

[puppy_lancer]

...

[Lancer cant' help but aim his eyes down low.]

...Nice body.

[Even if he's not exactly attracted to it, France's body is by no means out of shape.]

[silencetoreason]

[France remains completely unabashed. He even poses with one hand on his hip.]

Merci. I am sure yours is just as lovely. [He doesn't even bat an eyelash when he asks:] Care to join me?

Dorms. Also sob. Also /2

[loved2many]

[the sound of an exuberant Frenchman somewhere behind you as you pass through a corridor is generally not what you expect to hear as a Japanese sort-of-magus; this Tower really does change everything. Still, something to sound so cheery about can't be a bad thing, right?]

Quite alright, might I ask what's the-

Re: Dorms. Also sob. Also /2

[loved2many]

[OH GOD WHY]

Dorm floor - yep, he's going to be the one to ask.

[warriorscribe]

The energy in the other man's voice makes Enoch start to smile as he answers, "Ah, everything's-..."

And then he turns around. "Fine..." He cautiously eyes the naked nation, eyebrows furrowing in confusion at the rose. He didn't see any hint of straps... "...How is that staying on?"

I thought I replied to this but I never did I am so done w/ myself GOMEN

[silencetoreason]

"Hm?"

France turns with a hand on his hip, completely unabashed. He cocks his head to the side, and, though he's smiling, he looks a little confused.

"What do you mean? It is attached to me, of course!"

Is he talking about the rose, or his penis? Who knows. France certainly doesn't care enough to try to clarify.