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Who: Giorno Giovanna, friends, and more
Where: Here and there, wherever you are.
When: February
What: Trouble and fun with some pals.

Warnings: Will update as needed.

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[Knock, knock! There's a polite knock on your door one Saturday morning. It's Giorno! Of course it's Giorno. Dressed in a bright red jacket with white pants and black shoes. Its simple but the uniform attire looks like it was made for him. Combined with the outfit and his golden hair impressively curled like hearts, he gives off the impression of a cupid angel with his cherubic smile. His voice is full of delight and cheer as he speaks.]

Buongiorno! I have a delivery for a- [He peers over at the folded paper, searching for the name. His lips pursued in mock concentration before clicking his tongue.] 'Ricardio Salsiccia'? Well. It looks like you're quite the heartthrob, Ricardio.

[You're clearly not Ricardio Salsiccia cause that has to be a fake name! But that hardly matters to Giorno as he pulls out three candygrams from his bag and holds them out for you to take.]

Do you want me to read the messages, Ricardio?

Edited 2026-02-08 04:35 (UTC)

[Ah the arcade. What a wonderful hangout place for anyone looking to make some friends with shared interests. You can play snake, you can dance your heart out with a partner, you can even gather a small group and place bets on stupid things! Like who can score the most basketballs or who can get the highest score. You can even place bets on dares!

A small crowd of teenagers buzz with rowdy excitement and in the center is none other than Giorno! With him is one other person and an individual with a clipboard. Giorno opens his mouth to speak and the large group goes silent to hear what he has to say.]

Well I bet you can't fit your ear inside your head.

"That's a load of crap! No one can do that! Whatever man, I bet you can't do it either!"

Oh? Well I'll give it a try.

[Giorno smiles pleasantly at his 'opponent' who scowls and rolls their eyes. The crowd clamors with exasperation and excitement. People start to push to get to the individual with the clipboard, waving money to make bets. Almost everyone thinks Giorno is full of shit, and maybe he is. Maybe he isn't. Do you dare to place a bet?]

Edited 2026-02-08 04:26 (UTC)

[When his taxi services aren't getting much bites for the night, Giorno often finds himself wandering the streets. Sometimes he wanders to get a better sense of his surroundings to know where he can retreat to safety. Other times he does it to get a better sense of the people who live here. Observing with watchful eyes from afar.

On some occasions he might let his sticky fingers wander. A light bump and a polite 'scusi!' is all he needs to buy himself enough time to turn wallets or joolies into frogs or butterflies. It's not something he does every night but a young man has to eat!

Even rarer though is the nights where he happens upon someone in trouble. Usually some naive soul falling victim to a scam or a robbery in progress. Giorno might be a delinquent but that doesn't mean that he doesn't have a good heart. In moments like these he's not afraid to step up and confront the perps with the very same polite tone he uses to pickpocket.]

Scusi. I suggest you leave my friend alone. If you just calmly back away, we can pretend this never happened.

[Maybe he's helping you or maybe he's stopping you. If it's the later, please don't make him repeat himself. Whoever you are, he's putting himself between the two of you with a pleasant smile scrawled on his face.]

Edited 2026-02-09 03:37 (UTC)

[This should have been straightforward. An old lady carrying an oversized purse is the definition of easy pickings, the sort of robbery you'd expect see in a children's book.

But she won't let go of it! Why won't she let go?

Clarence isn't weak, exactly, but he's not so great at coordinating his muscles, and sometimes he pulls instead of pushes (and vice-versa), especially when he's anxious and overthinking things.

And now he's anxious. And overthinking things.]

Give it up, will ya?!

[He jerks his arm in the exact wrong direction, ironically bringing the bag closer to the old woman in question. She holds firm with the conviction of someone who has outlasted several things that were meant to kill her.

When he hears Giorno, Clarence releases the purse without thinking. His attention span is about as flighty as his muscle control.]

What is that? Italian?

[That's when the old woman reels back and hits him in the face.]

[Even as he approached the robbery, Giorno could tell that something was off about Clarence. His movements don't make sense and though others might pass it off as anxiety, an unsinkable feeling tells Giorno that anxiety is the least of this man's problems. In fact it tells him this man has many problems.

Before he can really do anything meaningful, his own presence is distracting enough to get the thief to let go of the bag. Easy. Even easier still is grandma decking Clarence in the face. For a moment Giorno half wonders if he will have to intervene and save this would-be thief from the unkillable grandma.]

Ma'am are you alright? [His voice is sweet, matching that pleasant smile of his.] I'll make sure this guy stops bothering you.

[Giorno's hand snaps out to grab Clarence by the scruff of his shirt, yanking him forward. His other hand reaching for his wrist. Skin touches skin, his fingers find purchase, and all is well. Until Giorno freezes at the realization of what he's sensing. He thought he was sensing one abnormally large cluster of life. But upon closer inspection, there's two life forms. The second one is faint, barely even there but it's there. Completely encased and surrounded by the dominant one, almost as if it were being hijacked.

There's something horribly wrong with this man.

He swallows around nothing, lips pressing thinly together as a drop of sweat beads at the side of his temple. His grip tightens. Supernaturally so as he cautiously brings his Stand out. The last time he'd encountered two life clusters in a single body, his friends died. But this guy is so... weak? No. Weak isn't the right term. There was nothing weak about the size of that life force. He flounders trying to coin a term for Clarence.]

Who are you? [Gold Experience's hand grabs Clarence's other wrist. It's not as strong as Josuke's Crazy Diamond but it's still stronger than a person.]

[The old woman gives a powerful harumph, shoving her oversized purse under her arm and walking off, as though Giorno's presence is just as frustrating as Clarence's. Later on, she'll tell an unwitting cashier about two "rude young men" who "couldn't keep their hands to themselves." Can't win 'em all, eh?

Clarence, meanwhile, is stunned into silence, his brain trying to grasp onto... whatever the hell is happening right now. Mr. Scusi wants to play hero? Sure. Makes sense. An old lady hits him with her bag? Well, he screwed that one up, so who could blame her? But everything else clatters around in his brain like pots and pans.

And -- he'd be lying if he said it didn't feel familiar.]

Stand.

[The word comes out automatically, not as an answer to Giorno's question, but an answer to his own. He spits out something that sounds like a laugh, staring at Giorno with unblinking eyes.]

You know, I'm beginning to feel like the universe has all the subtlety of a sledgehammer to a skull.

[Panorama's citizens were really no different from the tourists Giorno used to target. Tourists were easy sure, but anyone could easily become a victim of pickpocketing. The trick lies in observing your mark and knowing when to make your move.

Take this shopping center for an example. A tired looking stall worker with a heavy shuffle might look like just another overworked and underappreciated employee. But to Giorno, this was a man about to go on his last break. Without that smoke break, he'd be too on edge from the afternoon rush to approach. That and he most likely won't have his wallet.

Or take the two ladies carrying a single shopping bag each in their hand. They appear to be two best friends having a girl's day out with their titillating laughter. And that's exactly what Giorno sees! But he also sees a liability. Sure, they have their wallets but if he approaches them these gabbing gals are going to gawk and squawk about him once he's out of their sights. They'll be able to collaborate their stories when they discover their wallets have vanished. Too risky.

Or how about the gaggle of young kids shouting on about how they're going to go to the arcade? They sure make it easy, bragging about how many joolies they have and advertising their next destination at the top of their lungs. Arcade! Arcade! Arcade! Eh. Giorno might be a mafioso but he's got heart and only heartless knaves steal from children.

These are just one of many observations that Giorno makes among the shoppers. Between screeching sneakers and the rustle of shopping bags, the constant movement of people make it a little difficult to observe and pick a target. Giorno could just pick a person at random and try his luck for the night. But he's trying to play it smart, to keep a low profile, and right now there's just no opportunities for Giorno to make a move. Giorno stands, about to call it in for the night to go home empty handed when he spots you from a distance. His next target.]

Edited 2026-02-10 02:39 (UTC)

[ livio cuts a pretty distinct figure, out in the streets. he's six and a half feet tall, tan, and well-muscled. maybe not the best victim, though as he shuffles through the streets, giovanni from pokemon i mean, giorno can tell that livio is particularly tired, rubbing at his eyes and taking his time to go through the crowd. he seems particularly depressed, too, just from a glance. ]

[ how goes giorno proceed? ]

[At first glance, this hulking man is easily a red flag. Anybody can spot him from a distance meaning that any sporadic movements are sure to cast a spotlight on everything in his vicinity. His wallet is almost assuredly located at chest height for Giorno. This tall task of robbing a slumbering giant like the fairytale "Jack and the Jolly Green Giant" is too risky.

Though on a closer look at Livio, he is clearly not sleepy but is really going through it. Tired from crying? Shuffling aimlessly because they're depressed? What's got this big man so down in the dumps? He's got to get closer, to really weigh the risks.

Giorno proceeds by following after Live-Laugh-Love, I mean Livio. When he's close enough, he'll reach out to gently tap his shoulder. Or. Well. What part of the shoulder he can reach. VioVio is too tall for GioGio.😔]

Sir? Scusi, sir? Did you happen to drop your wallet recently?

[The wallet he holds in his hand is his own but the good ole "is this your wallet?" trick has worked on many unsuspecting tourists who gladly pat themselves down looking for their wallet and revealing the place they kept it on their person.]

[They need a couch. Or more precisely they need money for a couch. Now that Josuke was living with Giorno, the lack of furniture in his motel had become a priority. Sure they could hang out forever at their beds like a never ending slumber party. But having seating that wasn't your bed would be nice. Unfortunately, couches are notoriously hard to steal.

Fortunately for them both, wallets and smaller belongings were much easier to steal! And since Giorno had experience as a pickpocket, he set out to find easy marks at the nearby shopping center one afternoon.

The center is bustling with people, the noise of their movement echoing in a cacophony of sounds. The squeak of sneakers on linoleum. The rustle of bags. The yammering of gossipmongers. The braying cries of bratty children. Giorno easily blends in as just another teen at the mall but he knows he has to pick his mark wisely if he wants to keep his low profile. Bright blue eyes observe the crowd carefully. There are plenty to choose from but as fate would have it, his gaze falls upon the short teenage girl with a shock of white hair.

Alisaie is certainly just another shopper but it's the way that she moves; meandering from shop to shop with haste like she's on some kind of mission that keeps Giorno's attention. He watches her every movement, making note of her speed and the expression on her face as he patiently waits for the moment when she inevitably will head in his direction.

When she does, Giorno begins walking towards her. He's casual in his movement; masking his intentions by casting his gaze towards the faded shop advertisements and following the flow of pedestrian traffic. Once they're a few short steps from each other, Giorno uses the opportunity to try to overtake the people in front of him. Suddenly he speeds up, sharply veering his course into her path and 'accidentally' body checking her head-on. Hard enough to knock her to the ground. Ooops! He really did kind of come out of nowhere!]

Oh! Scusi, miss! Are you alright?

[His voice is charming, his tone filled with genuine worry. He might be a gang-star but he has a heart! His brows knit with worry as he leans in to offer a helping hand.]

Edited 2026-02-10 03:04 (UTC)

[ After Josuke had stolen her coin purse the first time, Alisaie had been ever more vigilant about ensuring that it wouldn't happen again. Not that she had kept it out in the open for any run of the mill pickpocket to take, mind you. She may speak like a high born Elezen but she knows better.

There is no denying however that she had not realized until that experience several months ago that there were other ways to get creative about how one went about pickpocketing others. Needless to say, she wasn't about to caught off guard by random business cards and pieces of paper again. Little did she realize that her lessons in preventing pickpocketing had not yet come to an end.

The day of this second lesson comes quietly, catching Alisaie completely unaware as she sets out to purchase wool socks for the Scions. Between shifts she doesn't have the luxury of time to meander and window shop for things that she might be interested in purchasing if she had the extra joolies to spare.

Fortunately today she's able to keep the temptation at bay. With her socks purchased the only thing left to do is leave for her next part-time job. The last thing she expects however is to get completely bowled over by an unseen force. As sturdy as she is she gets bowled over and hits the ground far harder than she expects. ]

I'm fine -

[ As tempting as it is to ask what they were thinking, she bites it back knowing the flare of irritation has more to do with the fact that her socks - and her coin purse - have scattered across the floor. ]

Are you alright?

[The scrunch of worry in his expression relaxes upon hearing that she's fine. He exhales with relief, raising a hand to scratch sheepishly at his face. The whole act is convincing precisely because he lets his introversion take the reigns of the situation. No one would ever question an honest mistake from an awkward teenager, especially as one as respectful as Giorno.

A quaint smile forms in response to her question, his words saccharine and polite:]

I'm quite alright. But are you sure that you're alright? Here let me help you miss-

[He bends down on one knee, grabbing the socks first and then the coin purse. His movements are unconcealed but he doesn't make a show of it. All of it checks out clean, like there's no tricks to be had. Well... none that Alisaie would be able to see even if she had the ability to use a Stand! With an outstretched palm, he offers the purse back to her first.]

I'm really sorry, I should have paid better attention to where I was going.

[Unbeknownst to Alisaie, the moment she takes the purse from his hands is the moment the clock starts ticking down. Imbued with the life energy of a small frog, the wallet would transform the creature as soon as Alisaie put it away or as soon as Giorno walks away. A ticking time bomb of sorts. Or would that be a ticking time frog? Anyways-

Once her wallet is in her hands, Giorno takes a moment to look over the socks. Admiring their quality before they too are handed over. Don't worry! He won't steal her nice socks. They are decidedly frog-life-energy free!]

These are quite nice! Did you buy them here? [The blonde stands, offering his hand for Alisaie to pull her up with him.]

[ Alisaie tries to reach for her fallen items, that Old Sharlayan politeness prompting her to not make this more of a scene or issue than necessary - except he's already beaten her to the punch. ]

Oh, no it's really not necessary it's not like they went flying down the walkway -

[ If there is one thing that has no changed about Alisaie since her arrival here, it is that her stance on others hasn't changed. Yes, she may be carefully cautious, but she alos wants to give others the benefit of the doubt. There is already so much suspicion here that she doesn't want to encourage it if she can help it. Now granted, there truly were moments where she had to trust her gut but when she watches the blonde pass her coin purse back to her without giving it so much of a second glance she finds herself a little more at ease than she had been before.

She's quick to pocket the wallet, zipping it shut this time on the off chance she falls and trips again before finding herself face to face with Giorno's outstretched hand. With a slight smile she takes a hold of it, hauling herself to her feet before holding open the tote bag she'd used to carry the socks in. ]

Yes - it's that store over there. [ She motions towards what should be an outdoor equipment store if not its eclectic collection of things. Secretly though it's not like there's anything about the socks to write home about aside being made of 100% wool without a hint of cosmic residue on them. ] There was a tip on the Forums and I wanted to procure some before they ran out. The weather has been awful and people tend to stay warmer if they have a good pair of socks. [ Her expression brightens a little then. ] There should be some left over if you're quick.

[Blue eyes follow her gesture towards the outdoor equipment store, attentive and nodding to what Alisaie was saying. His face lights up with a smile that's as warm as the sun's golden rays.] Oh? I'm running late to meet a friend but since I'm already late maybe he won't mind if I popped in for a minute.

[Actually, he could care less about the socks. Discussing the socks is just another tactic to buy time and distract her. If she happens to notice the frog or lack of wallet too soon and tries to finger him as the culprit, maybe this will buy him some time to scoop the frog and dash. He went to the equipment store! After him! That's the backup plan anyways.]

Well, I better get a move on! I'm glad you're alright miss and I'm sorry again! [He offers yet another sheepish apology.] Oh and thanks for the tip on the socks! [He calls out as he cuts through the crowd towards the store. Bumping shoulders in the same clumsy fashion that had knocked Alisaie over in the first place, until he vanishes into the crowd. What a weirdly charming guy. Hopefully no wallets were harmed in this scenario!

Meanwhile Alisaie's wallet has already become decidedly more frog like.

It morphs from an ordinary wallet to a wallet with real blinking eyes; then from a wallet-shaped frog into a full fledged frog. The full transformation takes no more than two minutes from a lifeless object to a living, breathing, real frog. Slowly the frog pokes its green head out of Alisaie's pocket, taking in it's surroundings with its beady black eyes. Little frog toes grip the edge of its confinement, ready to take flight at a moments notice.

Alisaie's wallet finally decides to take its leap of faith, landing on the ground with a quiet plop. The shifting weight is sure to get Alisaie's attention if not for the croaking noise that follows after.]

»Ribbit!«

[Wanting to avoid the moving traffic of the crowd, the frog naturally begins to hop away. Its not particularly fast but it is flighty movements give it just enough momentum and unpredictability to make catching it quite the task.]

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