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

[crowncitizen]

[It's crossed his mind, too, what his friends are doing while he's here. Given their situation and what's going on, Prompto suspects they'll have to move on without him. An awful thought. He doesn't want to be abandoned, and he also dreads what that'll mean for them, given how tense things are right now.]

Oh, you serve on a ship? Are you military? Or, like, a fisherman or something?

[Space slight doesn't seem to be a thing in Eos, so that's his first assumption when he hears ship.]

Yes sir! [He gives a little mock salute.]

[universal_charm]

Psuedo-military, but my mentor describes us a humanitarian and scientific force. I like to think of the later, honestly, but both versions are true. Military in that we defend Federation space and intervene in hostilities when asked by member planets, and the other two because - well, they're rather self explanatory.

_{[ If he had been following the edicts of Star Fleet he would have been far more vague, but the year he had been here he no longer found much point in sticking strictly to the protocols on such things. It was to hard to keep up the lies and the vagueness. Besides, most of the time people thought he was just making shit up anyways. Just more stories to add to a legion of others being spun, his voice no more unique than the bard the night before. ]}

It's captain, technically speaking.