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The C.I.C., Tuesday Afternoon - Evening [09/25].

Talking to Nina the other day had Prompto feeling like maybe he was slacking off a little around here; he was having a lot of fun, but it couldn't really be all fun and games, right?

Well, technically, the fun and games was totally part of his job, and you couldn't be considered a slacker when you were just doing your job. Not that he needed a whole lot of convincing to accept that logic, anyway, as he swung into the C.I.C. for his shift, tossing the raven another little bit of shiny chainmail to distract him from being a total butt, checked to see if there was anything that needed doing and getting those taken care of before finally settling behind the desk and looking for a good FPS.

Because that totally counted towards weapons training, right?

Good enough for Prompto, anyway.

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Kaidan was making a point to check in with his employees every so often. Today was Prompto's turn.

"Hey, Prompto. How are things going?"

And the timing was just terrible, because there Prompto was, leaning forward toward the screen, biting down in his lip in concentration as he was juuuuuust about to line up a perfect sniper shot, but then there was Kaidan and he totally knew that customers and other people especially your boss needed to be greater than games, but he was right there, and then in that moment of hesitation, he discovered that someone else had been lining up a perfect sniper shot on him, too, and the screen gained a red wash to inform him that he was dead.

Well. At least that made having to choose where to send his attention a little easier, but that didn't lessen the pain any, and he couldn't help the disparaging groan, tossing his head back in despair.

It was a good shot, though, he had to give the other player credit there. He sighed, gave himself over to the fate of being pwned, and turned a grin toward Kaidan now, slipping the headset down around his neck. "Hey, boss. Not too bad. Pretty quiet, really."

Which suited him just fine.

He knew the sound of that game. He'd played it enough himself.

"Should've taken the shot," Kaidan said with a small grin, "A good sniper doesn't hesitate and doesn't get distracted. When conditions are right, take the shot."

Kaidan, why are you giving the teenager instructions on how to kill people more effectively? Really now.

"It's usually pretty quiet on Tuesdays," he agreed, "Unless it's a school break or something. Anyone come in with questions you couldn't answer or anything?"

Prompto's smile went a little wilting, a blush spread across his cheeks. "Yeah, but, I mean..."

His brain still couldn't grapple with the idea that he could play games for most of his shift and not get in trouble for it. He rubbed the back of his head a little, careful not to mess it up too much. "Nah, you're right, I shoulda. Good looking out, boss."

Then he shrugged a little, relaxing as he leaned back into his chair and looked around at all the uneventful stuff going on. "And, no, not really. Anything that's popped up's been pretty basic. All the tech's pretty simple, it's all basically the same stuff we got at home, with just, like, little differences."

"I appreciate the attention to customer service," Kaidan said sincerely, "but part of your job is also learning these games well enough to be able to answer questions about them, provide recommendations, give advice, that sort of thing. Nobody that walks through these doors is going to have a life or death emergency, and if anyone gets shirty about waiting ten seconds, they can just walk back out through the doors."

He paused, "Though, that being said, if anyone comes in here with a life or death emergency, or spurting from an artery or something, I expect you will drop everything and call 9-1-1 immediately."

"Well, yeah," said Prompto, eyes going a little wide for a moment as he pictured it, a fully dramatic scene playing out in his head of someone stumbling in through the door without an arm, splurting blood everywhere and painting the C.I.C. to look just like the kill screen he'd gotten a second ago, and looking a little woozy about it because he knew he would probably spaz the hell out if something like that happened, though his brain also managed to offer a possible scenario of him totally pulling it together and saving the day, and he chuckled, somewhat nervously, "obviously."

Kaidan waited for Prompto to come back from his visit to imagination land. ".. Has anyone warned you about the weird crap that can happen on this island?"

Please say yes. Please restore his hope that someone at the school was actually giving the kids some form of basic orientation.

Prompto's head tilted. "You mean weirder than everyone one pretty much being from different planets or dimensions or times?" he asked.

Not to discredit his big sibling, of course; she would have doubtless gotten to it if Prompto's sheer enthusiasm and excitement over that part hadn't completely overridden every aspect of the conversation from there.

Sorry, Kaidan.

"Yeah, weirder than that," Kaidan said. "Where I'm from, the different planets, different species thing isn't strange at all. Frankly, I was a little weirded out how so many people from so many places, times, realities could share a language enough to communicate on the island."

Enjoy that one, Prompto.

"Sometimes things go wacky here. Not always in a fun-wacky kind of way. Sometimes dangerous. It usually resolves itself pretty quickly. The folks here don't really put up with that kind of crap and will work together to get it gone fastest, but while it's going on, things can get sort of rough." Understatement, they name is Kaidan.

"If it happens while you're here, any of you, the upstairs storage room is pretty much a bunker. My apartment's on the other side of it, there's a fire escape out the back." He took a breath, "You might actually be in a position someday where someone comes through the door and needs help. There's an emergency list by the phone and I'm on speed dial. Call for help if you need it. I promise, there's no situation so weird anyone on that list will laugh about it."

It had rained sharks ffs.

That was a whole lot of information Kaidan was dumping on him right thrn, and Prompto might have gone a little slack-jawed in the attempt to retain it while his brain was still switchung gears from video-game mode. But his eyes followed the instructions toward the upstairs, toward the list, and he gave a little nod, trying not to start feeling anxious about hypothetical situations that hadnt even happened yet.

"Got it," he said, then tried a faint smile. "Kind of like a Nif drill back home or something, then."

True, it had been a while since an attack by Niflheim had seemed like an actual threat for Insomnia, making the drills seem like an archaic relic of the past, but Lucis had always been a kingdom to hold vigilance in high esteem for obvious reasons.

Kaidan had stopped trusting weekends and one was coming up. It was making him a little edgy.

He shook his head, "Not sure what a Nif drill is. Mostly, it's just common sense for this place."

Prompto nodded. "Yeah, they're just drills we had at school to prepare us for if Niflheim attacks," he explained. "They haven't made an attack on Insomnia in ages, but you never know, right? Basically, it's all the stuff you just said. Find shelter, call for help if you need it, make way for the Glaive and do what they say."

There was a slight pause.

"That's the Kingsglaive," he offered a little more. "That's, like, our military."

"Ah. Well, we don't have any sort of formal military on the island, but a lot of us are veterans of some sort of thing, so pretty much all of what you just said would stand you well," Kaidan nodded.

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