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Big City Boy in... Another Big City That He's So Not Familiar With

WHO: Prompto and anyone else
WHAT: Kirkwall shenanigans
WHEN: Throughout Bloomingtide
WHERE: All over.
NOTES: None that I can think of! Will update if needed

See Prompto Argentum. See Prompto all about Kirkwall making arguably questionable decisions/actions!

A. Setting Up Shop. Sort of

Lo and behold, Prompto's figured out how to develop and print his negatives. It took a lot of experimenting and some lost photos, but he's finally managed it.

He's taken over a small, windowless storage closet in the Gallows and is using it as a dark room of sorts. A sign hangs over it, reading "DO NOT ENTER". He knows it might be inviting trouble, which is why he never leaves the negatives alone if they're developing. That said, towards the latter half of the month, one might find little flyers stuck around the place, encouraging people to come see Prompto if they're interested in getting photos, which he describes as "like paintings, but quicker and way cheaper!"

If someone had commissioned a photo from him earlier, he's got them ready. He's actually got one of Church hanging up for all to see. It's one of the better developed films, and it showcases his work perfectly. There are a few other ones strung about, mostly of the surrounding landscapes and the city.
So come up to his little area and see what the fuss is about.

B. Archery Practice

Prompto's got himself a bow and arrow. Unfortunately, he barely knows how to use it. Somewhere out in the Gallows courtyard, in some remote corner so he doesn't accidentally shoot someone, he's set up a little target practice. He found a piece of wood from the clean up effort and painted a target on it.

He's been at it awhile. And he's shot a lot of arrows... most of which are not exactly on the target. He heaves out a breath, dropping the bow and flopping onto his butt with a defeated expression. His hands hurt, and he's no closer to shooting that stupid bow right. So much for being a sharpshooter.

Come cheer him up? Or get him off his ass and set him straight?

C. The City Streets

The Gallows definitely look less... Gallow-y than before, but they still kind of depress Prompto. So he tries to get out and about as often as possible, either taking pictures or doing some desperately needed shopping. He's at the market nearly everyday, either buying more clothes to help him blend in better (and to try and be somewhat stylish, come on now) or stocking up on books. He's not a huge reader, but given the lack of television, phones, or any kind of media here, he'll take what he can get.

D. Wildcard

Hit me with your own scenario!

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Inessa's out and about with Garahel, taking a much-needed break from the Gallows and the workload within. At first, stepping out had her nervous, but she's since learned that having a large mabari at her side means her chances of being harassed are much lower. For his part, Garahel is having a ball sniffing at everything that crosses their path, then he lifts his head up and barks happily. Turning to look at what's caught his attention, Inessa catches sight of the human who helped her with those animated statues earlier. His actions have her raising an eyebrow as the pair head over to catch up with him, Garahel wagging his tail with enthusiasm.

"Hello again. I...what are you doing, exactly?" She tilts her head, genuinely curious and not familiar with the device in his hand.

Prompto looks up from his camera, smiling and waving to her. "Hey!" He wiggles his fingers at Garahel before he looks back down at his camera. "Oh, I'm taking photographs! This is a camera. It takes a still image of what's in front of this lens. Like a painting, but no actual painting involved."

As Garahel circles Prompto, probably sniffing for treats, Inessa peers at the camera with interest. "Really? This I would like to see. What have you captured in still image so far?"

Whatever else she might have mentioned is quickly derailed, because interesting rift device which has a use she's never heard of before. How can she not be curious?

Prompto glances apologetically at the dog; sorry, bud, he doesn't have anything. He gives Garahel a scratch behind the ears as compensation.

"Mostly landscapes and shots of the city. Got a couple people, too. Someone requested a picture of the guy running the city. Now that I know how to develop them, I'll probably be taking more pictures." To an extent. His supplies are limited, after all. "I don't have any of the photos with me. They're back in my room in the Gallows."

It's okay, Prompto. Garahel is content with affection instead of treats, which he knows his mistress has anyway.

"I would love to see them at some point, when time permits. And...how do you develop them? Is the process very different here than what you're used to?"

"Sure, anytime. I've got a few hanging out and about, just to show people and maybe get them interested." Supply levels willing, he can make some extra cash doing this. "That's... kind of hard to explain. It involves chemicals, film, a dark room and some pretty good paper. And it's a lot different than back home. This camera is way outdated compared to the one I had in my world. You could take a picture on it and instantly see the image, without having to develop it. And it was in color."

Inessa's eyebrows shoot up at hearing of such a marvel. "It almost sounds akin to a sending crystal, in that I would not have believed such a device to be possible in times past. But that knowledge is more widespread now. I wonder if it will be true of these cameras, as well. Items have been seen leaving rifts as well, haven't they? Items that could not possibly be from Thedas."

Garahel doesn't seem to be interested in the overarching possibilities, so much as more immediate ones. Following what's said, he barks and circles Prompto before nudging with his head at the hand with the camera and wagging his tail. Everyone needs a mabari picture, right?

"It came with me when I arrived here through a rift." It's not the camera he had back home. The device, while at its core familiar, is different in many respects to the kind of camera and photography he knows of from his world. Regardless of whose it was or where it came from, it's his now. "Not sure why, but I can't complain."

Prompto looks down at Garahel, his brow raising when he nudges the camera and wags his tail. Gods, this dog is eerily smart... "Oh, uh. You want me to take a picture of you, boy?"

"Not yours previously, but...interesting." Garahel sniffs at the camera as though to be sure, prompting a smile from Inessa. "Such an attention sponge. You need not indulge him if your supplies are limited, Prompto."

He looks up at that with a huff, then wags his tail eagerly at Prompto. His mistress quietly reaches into her pocket, ready to distract him with a treat if he's asking too much.

Oh, but how can he say no to that face? "Nah, I don't mind. Not often you come across an animal that wants his photo taken. What do you say, boy?" Prompto grins as he kneels down, camera in hands. "Wanna give me your best pose?"

Garahel barks happily, then sits down on his hind legs, ears perked up and his gaze intent. This is a serious picture, you know. Inessa doesn't step forward, shaking her head. "He can have his moment; I don't need to share in it."

Smiling, she observes and quiets to let Prompto do his thing.

"Okay! Perfect! Normally I'd tell you to say something to make you smile, but, well..." Kind of a moot point with a dog. The camera is one of those old fashioned ones that takes a few seconds. Prompto lifts a finger, indicating for Garahel to hold the pose as long as possible.

Once the photo's taken, he grins and nods. "That should do it. I can have the photo ready for you by tomorrow."

Inessa smiles as Garahel barks happily in response, bumping up against Prompto affectionately. "That would be wonderful, thank you. Though I hope you know that when I show it around, you'll have many more wishing for pictures of their companions. Especially the Fereldans."

Prompto chuckles and gives Garahel a good scratch behind the ears. "No problem!" Hey, more business doesn't sound all too bad for him, though he does tilt his head and ask, "Why the Fereldans in particular?" ...wait, where's Ferelden again?

"Canine companions are important to the history of Ferelden. The Alamarri barbarians who preceded modern Fereldans were an animistic people, worshiping a wide variety of nature deities. Most sacred to them was the wolf, which they believed the gods created to be a guide and protector. Promising young warriors were paired off with cubs, and wolves were afforded as much honor as the greatest warriors when they fell in battle.

So, you can see how that would carry over when they were introduced to mabari by Tevinter magisters, who brought the mabari breed with them during their invasion of the land; many of the dogs decided to stay in the occupied lands after their original masters were defeated. Thus, they became our beloved companions. Ferelden was always meant to be their home, I think."

Oh, man. Where's Noctis for all of this? He's the animal lover, and would probably get a huge kick out of hearing about this. Nevertheless, Prompto listens, nodding along. It's actually kind of fascinating. A whole kingdom that revers an animal like that? Sounds pretty all right in his book.

"So invaders turned friends. Guess they didn't like those magisters all too much-" He frowns. "Wait, you said Tevinter? Is that that place that has slaves?"

At mention of magisters, Garahel growls quietly. Nope, not liking them one bit from the times he's met them.

"Indeed. Despite their many reprehensible traits, their magical skill is unparalleled save perhaps in the times of the ancient elves. At any rate, their magic lead to breeding the finest war hounds in Thedas, which are now seen as Fereldan. Not bad for a 'barbarian back-water' nation." Her lips twitch briefly, always amused at how badly that backfired for Tevinter.

"Kirkwall used to be a Tevinter port, you know, ages past. It was once Emerius, the center of the Imperium's slave trade, until an uprising put an end to that. Everyone focuses on the events of the past decade, but it's more distant history needs to be remembered as well."

An uncharacteristic scowl settles over Prompto's face. He doesn't care how magically gifted or whatever this place is, anyone who owns slaves are automatically Not Okay In the Slightest in his book. "That's how I heard about it, actually. Someone once told me that, about Kirkwall. Guess it would explain all those awful murals you see in some places."

She nods grimly as Garahel huffs in agreement. "At least the Gallows no longer have them, or the statues. The past should not be forgotten, but we don't need such evidence thrown in our face daily. That's not the Inquisition's purpose...and the people of Kirkwall deserve better."

"So, what did they do with those statues anyway? I heard something going around about them being smelted?" But he hears a lot of rumors flying about, and he's still not well versed enough here to know what to give credence to, and what not to. "I hope they made something nice from them. Like, I don't know. Statues of dogs. Or maybe something cool."

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