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Can't stay in one place 📷

WHO: Prompto and you~
WHAT: Various shenanigans
WHEN: Throughout the month of Solace
WHERE: Throughout Kirkwall; see prompts for specifics
NOTES: Will update as needed, but none anticipated

A) But first, let me take a selfie

If one finds themselves in the Gallows, or even the docks nearby, they may see a peculiar sign:

WANT A PORTRAIT? DON'T HAVE THE TIME, MONEY, OR PATIENCE FOR A PAINTING?

THEN YOU'RE IN LUCK!! SEE PROMPTO IN THE GALLOWS FOR A PORTRAIT YOU CAN HAVE IN AN HOUR! FIVE SILVERS ONLY!

**Supplies limited, so first come first serve! Will take reservations if all remaining spots for this month are filled**

Curious now? In the Gallows, if you look in the right places, you'll see signs pointing to where Prompto is in the Gallows. Follow those signs and eventually you'll come across his little set up. He's staked out in front of the supply closet he commandeered for a dark room. In front of is him in an old stuffed chair, fiddling with his camera. When he hears someone approach, he looks up and grins.

"Welcome!"

B) You gotta snatch and sneak, or your future's bleak

So Prompto's made the mistake of walking through Lowtown alone. At night. Yeah...

Needless to say, even though he's trying to hurry, he inevitably finds himself being tailed by some, uh, shady characters. It's the Carta or the Coterie; Prompto doesn't know who is what yet, he's just heard the names get tossed around. He grew up in a city, and while Insomnia is far safer than Kirkwall for the most part, he's no stranger to watching his back at night and knowing when he's being followed. And that's definitely what's going on.

Worse yet, since the city's a maze, Prompto gets himself a little turned around trying to lose his tail. As he emerges out of an alleyway, his heart slams into his ribcage when he comes face to face with a small group gathered loosely in front of him. So much for losing that tail, he just got corralled into a trap.

"Heeeeey guys," he says nervously, glancing around for an escape route. "Look, I got a few silver coins on me. But that's really all I have, I haven't been here long." He digs them out of his pocket. "Don't want a fight, so I'll just lay them on the ground and walk away, okay?"

"Nah," one of the thieves says. "If nothing else, those clothes are worth something." He motioned to the others. "Get 'em."

Prompto breaks out into a run, gunning for another small alleyway. He barely misses being grabbed by them, but he can hear his pursuers' pounding footsteps behind him. "I could use a hero in shining armor right now!" he yells as he sprints through the streets. "Or a good Samaritan! That'd be great, too!"

C) Is it worth the waiting for if we live til eighty-four, if all we get is gruel?

Prompto's not one to bite the hand that feeds you, but... well, what he's being fed is so not great.

He's been relying on the Inquisition's food provisions to get by, but after being spoiled for so long by Ignis' cooking, he's developed a particular palate that no longer allows him to enjoy mediocre grub. Today he's finally hit his limit. With a scrunched nose, he shoves aside his plate of... some kind of stew, and sighs. "What I wouldn't give for Iggy's cooking."

D) Let's be alone together

In a corner of the library in the Gallows, one might find Prompto hiding amongst some books. It's clear he's been reading, but the books have been pushed aside for now in favor of something else. Anyone who's not a Rifter from a technologically advanced world won't recognize the device he has in hand. It's not his camera, which he happily flaunts. No, this is something much more personal.

Prompto doesn't often look at it, and with good reason. He's reminded why when he looks at the battery indicator, and it shows as 50% charged. The reality sinks into his stomach like a cold lead weight. Once his phone dies, there's no turning it back on. When it goes, he'll lose his last remaining tie to his home. Sure, he'll still have the device, but what good is it dead?

Not that it's much good here, what with no reception and no means to access, well, almost anything. Save for his photos. The photography hobbyist in him rarely uses the phone as a camera, as he has a much better one at his disposal. But occasionally he did snap some pictures on it, when it was convenient or when his camera was charging. Those photos are now all he has of his friends and life in Eos. He only uses his phone to look at them; using it otherwise drains too much battery. He shuts it off when he's done, but all his battery conservation techniques only delays the inevitable.

Still, he can't help but scroll through the photos he has, lingering on the expressions of his friends. The sights around them comfort him too: cars and paved roads and cities, all against the natural backdrop of Eos.

49% now. Prompto knows he shouldn't linger much longer, but he just needs another minute or so, just to get him through. Of course, being so absorbed in his phone, he might not quite catch anyone walking up to him until they say something.

E) Wildcard

Hit me with your own starter!

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Prompto's not one to shy away from a drink, but ho-ly crap that thing has a strong odor. He stares down the cup, glancing over at the dwarf. "Wow, she must be really bad if this is what you have to drink to wash it down." Not that he can judge; he's not the greatest cook himself.

Despite the odor, though, Prompto doesn't want to be rude, so he says thanks before he takes a drink from the cup.

....

Oh Gods he regrets everything

He nearly chokes as he sputters, his throat feeling like the inside of Ifrit's butthole. His eyes start watering as he keeps coughing.

He laughed at the kid's reaction to the drink. This wasn't even the worst tasting thing or the strongest of things one could get on Thedas. But it never failed to amuse him when some kid tried it for the first time.

"Burns like a sodding bit of lava, don't it. You'll probably be pissing yourself if you ever try some of Hirol's Lava Burst. That stuff will put hair on you for sure."

Seriously, people who struggled with liquor would never not be funny to him.

"But you forgot the taste of the food, didn't you."

As much as Prompto would never like to admit it, he's a lightweight. Enough of this drink and he'd be flat on his ass in no time. Fortunately, he's not looking to get drunk, and slides the drink back towards Oghren. Eyes are still watering. Just, so you know.

"Sure. Mission accomplished," he croaked out. "Remind me not to let hairy dwarves give me alcohol again." Said jokingly, though that might be hard to tell in between the subsequent coughing fit.

"Nah. You let a lot of hairy dwarves gives you alcohol. It's us drunk ones you have to watch out for. No telling what sodding piss we're drinking down. Enough to make our ancestors hairier than we are, that's for sure."

He took his ale back and swallowed the rest down like it was water. Then again, this stuff was pretty watered down even if someone not used to drinking a lot couldn't tell. Still, booze was booze and he'd take it where he got it.

"So what are you used to eating then if you don't like this stuff?"

"So don't trust hairy, drunken dwarves who give you alcohol." ...sounds like pretty legit advice, despite the source. "Gotcha. Anyway, what was in that drink? Besides, you know, alcohol."

He didn't recognize anything in it. Then again, it wasn't like he's well versed in alcoholic drinks.

"Food that has seasoning in it, for starters." Apparently salt and pepper are not things widely used here. Or maybe the cook has it out for seasoning. "But also I got kind of spoiled. I was traveling with some guys before I got dumped in Thedas. One of them was an amazing cook."

"Ale and water probably. Sort of tastes like piss though so you can't be sure."

He gave a shrug. Honestly he'd put about anything in his mouth as long as it was alcoholic. Or just about anything in general honestly. There was no counting the number of times he'd consumed things without question. Sometimes to regret it and sometimes not.

"Was he now? Eh there's probably some amazing cooks here too. You just have to know where to look for them."

"Can't say I ever tried pee, but I guess this wouldn't be too far off." And he'll stick with his imagination on that one, thanks.

His loyalty to Ignis has him almost say that no one can be as amazing as him in the culinary arts. And though he does believe that, he doesn't want to come across as more of a snob than he probably already does, so he nods. "I hope so. Maybe I just gotta branch outside the Inquisition. You know any good places in the city to eat?"

"You sure you want to ask me given my smell and my way of dealing with bad food?"

He lifted his bowl up to swallow the rest of the sludge that was stew and set it down to let out an enormous belch. If nothing else he was at least very self aware of the fact that his standards were horrible low compared to...everyone else.

"You'd be better off asking someone who doesn't smell like me honestly. One of my favorite foods is lutefisk."

"...oh. I was wondering where that stench was coming from." He was trying not to be rude okay. But he'll give Oghren props for owning up to it, belch and all. Even if he's just... gonna slightly angle himself away from the smell. No offense, Oghren.

"I'm gonna guess lutefisk tastes terrible to most people?"

"That's definitely me." He certainly didn't mind the fact that he was smelly either. It was the aroma of love. Or just sheer laziness.

"It does. You get that fish a few days old then treat it with lye. It gets all soft and smushy by the time it's ready to be eaten."

"Opposed to good hygiene? Afraid of water? Suspicious of bubble baths?" He's kind of teasing, but really, why?

Prompto makes a gloriously disgusted face, even going so far as gagging at the thought. Just no. No. W "Why would you put that in your mouth, let alone your stomach?!"

"Heh. I like you. Don't push your luck too much though. I have a feeling I could kick your arse so hard I'd feed it to you." His grin said he wasn't offended though. "You'll find all the ladies like this scent though. Gets their juices flowing real good."

He leaned back and barked a laugh. "Because it's delicious. Keeps forever too. It's that or you just never can taste if it's gone bad. Not really sure which but I'll eat it anytime. I've got some preparing back in my room right now. Still needs a few more days though."

"Aw, you know how to make a guy feel warm and gooey inside." What a charmer. "I... know a couple girls who I think would disagree. But hey, if it works for you, I guess..." He is so skeptical, but he smiles. If nothing else, he can respect the confidence.

Somehow he feels like he's turning green. He has to be, he thinks. Or maybe he's just being his dramatic self but Ifrit's balls, it sounds so disgusting. "You have a stomach of steel. And no tastebuds." Though, if nothing else, "You're making the meal I got from the kitchen a lot more appetizing now, I'll give you that."

"I've been married twice. Pretty sure I know what works for smells." For other stuff? Maybe not so much. But that was another story that was long and sad and no one wanted to hear about that stuff so far as Oghren was concerned.

"Hey now. I have tastebuds! They're just broader than yours." Sometimes kids were so rude!

Okay that honestly makes his mouth drop, both in awe and genuine shock. "Twice? Really? Wow. You uh. I think that qualifies as stud status." Though, that meant the first marriage didn't work out. Or... oh gosh. What if she died? Or something equally as tragic? Not wanting to dredge up anything unpleasant, Prompto decides not to pursue that line of questioning. It's not something you bring up lightly with a newly formed acquaintance, anyway.

"You eat fermented fish! Like, that is so not meant to be consumed. It's a miracle your digestive tract hasn't tried to strangle you."

"I have fermented a lot of things. I'm a drunk, you know. Probably have my stomach so preserved it won't know if I poison it."

He laughed a bit but it was probably pretty true. All the things he consumed and he was still fine? He was even the only Warden that he knew of that hadn't passed out from drinking the blood. Maybe he just was too sturdy to kick the bucket by anything.

"Might even have it so sloshed it just stopped caring years ago."

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