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

[not_the_question]

Take your pick. I've travelled to many different planets. I'm from an immense and bizarre universe. The creatures in particular I'm think of are called the Shadow Kin.

[crowncitizen]

How did you travel around like that? [He chuckles.] I'm gonna guess not through these rifts?

[not_the_question]

Actually, pretty similar to the Rifts.

[But only because he travels in space and time.]

But, usually I'm inside a ship when I do.

[crowncitizen]

Like a spaceship?!

[OH MAN THAT SOUNDS AWESOME. Please tell him it's a spaceship.]

[not_the_question]

Of course it's a space ship, how else do ship... Never mind.

[Better not tell him the rest and really blow his brains.]

But it's more than a spaceship. It's a spaceship in disguise.

[crowncitizen]

How do you disguise a spaceship? Aren't they usually kind of... you know... big?

[not_the_question]

Simple. You find a way to make it smaller on the outside.

[He flashes a grin, because, well, he loves that bit. He misses that bit, honestly.]

[crowncitizen]

...aaaaaaaand this is the part where you're going to tell me something crazy, isn't it? Or, well, crazier than you've already said.

[not_the_question]

Nope. It's called dimensional engineering. My people were masters at it. Here, let me show you.

[He slides his hands into his pockets and pulls out a large tumbler. The size of glass that could definitely not fit in the pocket without cause some bulge that was clearly not there.]

Like so.