Open log (intro!)

[crowncitizen]

WHO: Prompto and you!
WHAT: Prompto arrives at Skyhold
WHEN: Now until before the move to Kirkwall
WHERE: Skyhold
NOTES: Mods are okay with him just doing his own intro, rather than a Rifter arrival log. That said, feel free to handwave your character having helped him when he first came through a Rift

[So THAT had been fun. As if falling out of a Rift and onto his butt wasn't bad enough, but then he'd been chased after by daemons and nearly killed, saved only by some sympathetic locals who luckily seemed to know how to fight.

Still rather shaken up by the whole thing, Prompto now finds himself in what they're calling Skyhold, a rather remote fortress. All he knows is that A) it's cold and B) he is so not in Eos anymore. He sticks out like a sore thumb, what with his clothes and the camera he's carrying. He often fiddles with the thing, unsure as to how he got it. It's not the camera he had back home; this thing is an old machine, where you have to develop the film by hand. Clunky, but also isn't battery charged which is good, because he hasn't seen one friggin' outlet since he arrived. In fact, he hasn't seen much of anything he's familiar with.

It's like he got dumped into some fantasy RPG.

With a pack of camera equipment, said camera around his neck, and the clothes on his back, Prompto wanders around Skyhold, looking very lost and unsure as to what he's even supposed to do, or more importantly, how to go home.]

Um... you wouldn't happen to know how I could go back to where I was?

[Help the cinnamon roll out?]

Comments

[gatheringstorm]

[A human presence alone isn't enough to get Korrin's attention; Skyhold is practically overflowing with them, after all. However, the odd clothing and air of complete confusion clue her in even before her gaze drifts to the shard in his palm. Another rifter. The tall (easily a foot taller), horned woman comes to a halt, glancing in the direction of the stables for a moment, but...eh, grooming her nuggalope can wait. She knows how much attention newcomers need, especially these types of newcomers. Her gaze isn't unsympathetic as she looks him over.]

No one does, sorry. Anyone who crosses over from a rift is more or less stuck here. We don't know how that shit works, let alone how to reverse it.

...but if it helps the news go down any easier, I can be the beer-and-answers fairy over at the tavern. The way I see it, crossing over into another world means you should at least get a free drink out of it.

[crowncitizen]

[Yeah. That... thing on his hand.

Honestly, he's trying hard to ignore it... when it lets him.

The horned woman sort of makes him a little uneasy, but she seems all right enough. He nods, trying not to let his expression fall. He supposed that would have been too easy, huh?]

So people have been popping out of them a lot?

[He had originally thought that this was a trick of Ardyn's or something the Empire set up. Now it's starting to look less likely. If it is, it's extremely complex.]

Huh. Yeah, a drink sounds pretty good right now, actually.

[gatheringstorm]

[Aware of the potential intimidation factor, Korrin refrains from standing too close. Starting them off toward the tavern, she attempts to answer that question on the way.]

Yeah, that's been a thing since...almost a year and a half? Andraste's tits, time flies. I was there when the first rift opened up...well, the first one that spewed out more than demons. That was a fucking shock at first; the Fade's home to demons and spirits and those that blur the line, but never anything you'd mistake for a person. And yet, the asshole who kickstarted all this has been smashing all sorts of rules we thought were set in stone. It's been a hell of a time, I'll say that much.

[crowncitizen]

[Prompto struggles to keep up, both physically and mentally. He's still wiped out from coming here and the trek to this place.]

Okay, let me see if I'm getting this right: you have a Fade that all your daemons come from, and they can come from there to this place through Rifts. But now actual people are coming out, too and some asshole is responsible?

[gatheringstorm]

More or less, yeah. The Fade isn't just home to demons and spirits, though, it's the source of magic and where people visit mentally when they dream. And when they die, their spirit passes through to beyond. It's...complicated and more than that is probably not want you want to hear right now, anyway.

And yeah, there's an ancient magister fuckup who thinks it would be a great idea to breach the Fade and become a god. The Breach -the mother of all rifts that started this whole mess- is his doing.

[As she talks, Korrin strides over to the tavern door. Reaching it first, she holds it open for him.]

[not_the_question]

[The Doctor was still trying to figure out what to do with his experiences in the future. That said, he hadn't been sent to help with the arrivals. That was for the best, actually, since he was now in the habit of wearing gloves and keeping his Rifter status as hidden as he could. That said, he never really fit in anywhere, so Thedas was no different.]

Usually, travelling is sort of my thing. I have several theories, but no way to test them without possibly dying and I haven't come across any volunteers yet.

[crowncitizen]

Yeah, I've been doing a lot of traveling, too, but not this kind.

[Big difference between traveling between continents and traveling between worlds.]

What kind of theories?

[not_the_question]

[The Doctor stops himself from scoffing. After all, he had a more expansive definition of travelling.]

Well, a lot of people seem to think that the Rifts just bring people here. And true, doors can let people in. But they can also let people out.

[crowncitizen]

Iiiiiii'm gonna guess that no one's tried going back through one of those Rifts, given that daemons also seem to come out too.

[Little hard to go back through if you've got daemons pouring out and trying to kill you.]

[motherfucking_ghost]

[Church has tried to keep up with his going along to help new Rifters not die. Prompto hadn't seemed entirely incapable, but still, Church tried anyway. Swords and anchor-based pain-shields are always a good idea.

Just one Rifter this time, though. Like maybe...like maybe they were getting fewer. That might be a positive, but still! He liked Rifters. Being one means liking them better, he feels, except in special cases.

Now that all the chaos is over, save for the settling in, Church actually feels free to ask questions in return.]

Buddy. Pal. If there was a way back, like a reliable, known way back, pretty sure a lot of us would be gone. Them's the breaks.

...Can you seriously take actual pictures with that?

[crowncitizen]

Okay, you got a point. Didn't know this was something that happens regularly.

[Which is a whole other level of horrifying.

But he's glad to talk about the camera. It's something he knows and understands... mostly.]

I think so? This isn't my camera. I mean, I had one, but it wasn't this. This is a pretty old model. Not even digital. But I have film and the stuff needed to develop photos, so as long as the camera itself is working, I don't see why not.

[motherfucking_ghost]

Unfortunately. We got a way to track this shit so we can go on an extremely dangerous hike to pick up Rifters so they don't, y'know, die from a case of the demons before they really get a taste of Dungeons and Dragons 3D.

[Church is not nearly as funny as he thinks he is. But he's always here to see what kind of pop culture references he can make that people know. As for the camera...]

Listen, cameras of any kind don't even exist here. It's all paintings and carved busts. So it doesn't need to be digital--hell, you could probably patent that, take it apart and see how to make it, and then be the fucking inventor of the camera in this world. Wild shit. You take any yet?

[crowncitizen]

[Sorry, Church. That one flies over him, although there's probably something similar in Eos under a different name...]

Considering I haven't seen a car or any kind of machinery here yet, I'll take your word for it. Thing is, I gotta figure out how you would even develop the film. I haven't used one of these since high school, and I have a feeling half of what we used there isn't available here.

[Not to mention figuring out how to print it. No point in "inventing" the camera here if the negatives couldn't be developed.]

No, not yet, but I should. Be nice to do something I'm familiar with. [He holds up the camera.] Want to be my first subject in... wherever we are?

\o/

[amygdalae]

[It's been about one and a half years now since the Rifters first appeared in Thedas. Some of them come and go, but a number of them remained in Thedas for some reason or other. Though he was used to their presence by now, Bruce still can't help but wonder about them. How they are when they first came here, and how they managed.

Well, he supposes he's about to find out now.

Nearly eighteen months since the arrival of the first Rifter and now Bruce has finally been asked to head out to the site of a new Rift along with a few other people. Even though he knows the Rifters now, Bruce doesn't quite know what to expect when he gets to the site. Mostly, he just hopes that they make it there in time.

Tightening his hold on the reins of Drakonis, Bruce nudges for the dracolisk to hurry forward. Better to reach there earlier rather than later.]

[crowncitizen]

[He arrives more or less just as the Rift opens up, green and angry and spitting like it's cursing the ground.

After a long moment, it spits something out: mainly one Prompto Argentum, flying out of the Rift like a kicked box. By habit, he cradles the camera in his possession as he hits the ground, rolling away from the Rift.

He groans as he stares up at the sky, wondering what just happened. But he doesn't stay like that for long, not when demons start coming out after him from the Rift.]

Oh crap!

[He starts scrambling backwards, reaching for a gun... that's not there. His eyes widen in panic.]

Where's my gun?!

[amygdalae]

[In the distance as he approaches the site of the Rift Bruce watches it happen with his own eyes - the Rift opening up, violently tearing into reality itself, and from it comes out one lone figure along with the appearance of many other demons. Inside Bruce can feel the thing within him responding, but he grits his teeth and pushes it down. He can do this without fucking things up. He has to.

He pulls the dracolisk to a stop once he's close enough and jumps down; grabbing his staff he casts a quick spell, summoning a number of small fireballs that zip forward and strike the demons around the new Rifter with unerring accuracy, sending them recoiling back in pain for the moment.

While the demons are distracted, Bruce takes the chance to call out to the new Rifter:] Over here!

[crowncitizen]

[Prompto braces himself for the worst, arms raised as a Despair demon poises itself to blast him with ice. But suddenly flames explode around him, driving the demons back. For just a moment, he thinks it's Noctis or one of the others; not many know how to use magic like that.

But as he looks over, he sees a stranger beckoning to him and calling him over. Prompto scrambles to his feet, grabbing the bag that landed with him and running towards the man.]

I don't - my gun's gone! [He can't help here, at all. Even the machinery he uses isn't on him, either. Nothing he does brings them to him.]

kirk has priorities

[universal_charm]

<sub>[ Kirk was coming back from ending his day at his lessons, dusted with mud and sweat from the self-defense class. One hand was still wrapped in his customary white bandages, which happened to hide his shard from sight. You would never be able to tell he wasn't a native - unless you looked at his boots. Those were definitely not Skyhold Genuine.

He looked up when Prompto called to him, and while he had an answer for him (it wasn't a happy one), his attention was more immediately caught by the camera around his neck. ]</sub>

Is that a camera?

_{[ The excitement is clear as he fixates on the piece of equipment. ]}

Does it still work?

good priorities

[crowncitizen]

[To be fair, Prompto would be excited about the camera, too.]

It is. And... I'm not sure. I haven't tried it. Got a camera back home, but it's not this one. This is an old mechanical one. Has film and everything you have to develop. I haven't touched one of these since Photo 101.

[universal_charm]

It definitely looks like an artifact, but if it does work...

_{[ It was the first time he would have come across a piece of pure technology that could work here. Which gave him an idea of what the Rifts were allowing through as well as the materials available to make something work. His phaser lay inert in his room, as did his comm - no better than paperweights. ]}

So you have the chemicals? Did you have your camera on you when you came through the rift?

_{[ The questions came rapid fire, his eyes alight with curios fire. He paused, as if realizing this must seem odd and disconcerting from someone you just met. ]}

Ah, sorry. I'm a Rifter too, and my items didn't even make it through altered like your camera there. Jim Kirk's the name.

[crowncitizen]

I think I have some in this bag. [He lifts up his shoulder, where said bag hangs from.] Kind of haven't been able to take stock yet. I hear "swish" noises in there, so there's some kind of liquid.

[He glimpsed through it earlier and saw sealed containers. Gods willing, they held the needed chemicals.]

And no, my camera didn't come with, just this one.

[Kind of sad, but probably for the best. It would do no good here.]

Prompto. Nice to meet you. [He waves.] Yeah, a lot of people have been giving it weird looks. Guess cameras aren't thick on the ground around here?

[el_tybs]

That would honestly depend on where you came from.

[The response comes without much thought, though obviously amused, seeing as he was finishing up drying himself off after cleaning up from the training ring. Once he's finished he does turn around, smiling as he drapes a towel around his neck. The smile drops slightly though and a brow raises when he notices the thing hanging from the stranger's neck, pausing slightly to look at it.]

Ah... hm. New around here?

[crowncitizen]

Eos. Apparently I'm a long ways from home.

[Yeah, he and his camera are getting a lot of odd looks. He hopes he'll get used to it soon.]

Yeah. Came through a Rift... thing.

[el_tybs]

Eos?

[He's never heard of a place like that, and it makes sense that he wouldn't have after hearing that the blonde stranger popped out of a rift; a Rifter then.]

I hate to say it, but at this point of time we haven't figured how to send anyone back through a rift.

[The look he gives is an apologetic one.]

How long ago did you come through?

[crowncitizen]

Yeah, that... seems to be the consensus. Figured I'd keep trying to ask, though. Just in case.

[Ugh. It really does sound like he's stuck here.]

Just a day or so ago. I just got here.