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Open log (intro!)

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?]

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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?

[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?

I'd ask around the other Rifters. Someone might know how to work one of those things and have some ideas you can spitball to figure out how to develop it. We got all types here, after all. Like me, I come from somewhere that seems to be generally in the 'hella futuristic' range. But then we got some that come from places not too far from this.

[Maybe there's even a magical solution to the problem, who knows? Buuuuut at the question, Church can't help but grin and strike a pose that, depending who you are, is either dumb as hell or totally manly.]

You asking if you can snap one of my handsome visage? No problem. I can be the literal poster boy for Rifters if you want.

[Please...make him stop. Because he'll keep going until he cracks himself up enough to continue.]

Yeah, you and me both. I haven't seen a car or train or anything remotely digital. It's like one big rustic retreat people like to go on.

[Except it was forced and not at all fun.

He laughs, enjoying the humor - as terrible as it is. Honestly, he needs a laugh right now after everything he's been through since arriving here.]

Well, if I can develop it, you might just be.

[He lifts up his camera and looks at it. Despite it looking seriously old, it was in good shape and it seemed straightforward enough. He pops it open, pleased to find film in it already. He shuts it and takes aim.]

Okay, gimme your best pose and smile!

[Things Church is good for: making a fool of himself for laughs. I mean, Christine and Araceli seem to appreciate it well enough...]

I'm gonna expect calendars, man. Men and women of the Inquisition. Scandalize everyone while reaping the profits. So long as I don't pay you by the hour or something. You a professional or an amateur? Out of curiosity.

[~~Best pose, you say?~~ Well, he's not as fancy dressed, but he's definitely being a dork and doing double finger guns while grinning for all the world to see. Someday. Maybe.]

Hey, if I can figure out how to print these - mass printing, mind you - then I can totally do it. [Nervous chuckle] Someone might have to help with the actual calendar part, though.

[The pose earns a hard laugh, Prompto fighting to keep his shoulders and hands steady.] Now that's a pose! Okay, hold it...

[After fiddling with the controls, Prompto clicks and the shutter goes. There's no flash, but it's lit enough outside that it's not needed.]

There. If it were my real camera, I could show you, but there's no view on those old guy. I can show you once it's developed and I figure out printing.

I'm sure you'll find plenty of people willing to help with putting something like that together, but baby steps. Now we have to figure out how to get these babies printed, that way I can tell if you should keep mine forever and have it framed or burn it so it never sees the light of day. I got an image to maintain. [Really, that's news to just about everyone, Church.

He relaxes back into a lax, conversational pose.] Alrighty, we'll ask around and see if we can't figure this out with other Rifters. Meantime, you've kinda wandered into a good old fashioned clusterfuck, and Iiiiii don't know if anyone's explained the situation to you. In words that might make sense.

[He lifts the bag he's been carrying. If Church listens closely, he'll hear liquids sloshing around inside.]

I think I've got chemicals in my bag, but there's a finite amount. Might be enough to get me through for awhile. If they're the right chemicals, then I just need a dark room, good enough quality paper, and a way get the images on the negatives onto the paper. But yeah, that's for later.

[When he's not so lost and wondering what in the hell is going on.]

Uh, not too much, honestly. I heard about Rifts and some "asshole" who opened a Breach, but that's about it.

[Right, file it for later. Arguing with the Advisors for high quality paper and a proper room might be hard, but, he could definitely spin the tactical advantage of having actual photographs of events, troop positions, etc.]

Yeeeeah, you kinda dropped into the middle of a politically tense situation also in the middle of a war against that asshole who also, of course, wants to end the world. A fuckin' fantasy world with magic and dragons and no wifi.

Oh man, how do you live without wifi??

[THE HUMANITY!!

But okay yeah, the rest of that sounds super serious and not good, too.]

Why do they always want to end the world? I mean, that means they die with the rest of us. What a jerk. [It's like Ardyn and the Empire all over again. Though with fewer gods involved and now featuring Rifts.] Someone's fighting back against this guy, right?

Yeah, man! We are. The Inquisition. I, uh, I say 'we' but some of us also just live here under protection? From the wild shit out there. I'm technically with the Inquisition, though, so. Just a--a general, collective 'we'.

Basically this group was founded by people who are tired of the awful shit happening with nobody else having their shit together enough to otherwise do anything about it. Kinda...semi-independent nation-state sort of situation? Ish. Um. Mages and Templars fight out there and make things worse, while the smart ones come here and work together. I'm pretty sure the church hates us? But we try to sort things out and get more allies and, y'know, money. Supplies. Fingers in pies. Unified front to suss out the evil darkness and bad guys, etc.

[Phew, that's uh... that's a lot to parse. But it's obviously important information and all.]

I can get behind that, especially if they're helping out people. [It doesn't sound like the worst thing ever, and if they're doing good work to help out, then that makes them okay in his book.] So what's the end goal? I mean, it doesn't sound like the sort of thing that hangs around forever, right?

So there's a big bad, right? There's always a bad guy, like a singular bad guy or bad...entity, to fight against. An army or an actual guy. One exists. We're here to kill it dead. Just...we can't really do that as we are. So right now the current end end goal is kill the big bad trying to end the world.

After that, I have no idea if the guys in charge have a plan or not.

Right, the asshole. The one who did the thing with a breach. You guys have no idea how to stop it? [Thaaaaaaat's worrisome.] Is it that powerful?

Well...that's. I mean it's. kinda before my time? Like the breach breach thing, like, big fucking green hole in the sky, that apparently got fixed, but it killed the girl who did it? Basically? I think. But now we got all the little rips and tears in the Fade, the crazy greenness you fell out of, and they mostly bring out demons, but sometimes they bring people. Also sometimes take people into the Fade? And sometimes there's time travel, I don't know.

...wow. And I thought stuff was crazy where I'm from. [They are, but goodness they seem to pale in comparison to the crap going on here. Or maybe it's because he simply understands the stuff better back home.]

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