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faderift2017-07-05 07:59 pm
crowncitizen) wrote in faderift2017-07-05 07:59 pm
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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
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:
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 chuckles a little at that. He can look pretty pitiful if he puts his mind to it. Blue eyes and freckles help a lot with that, he's learned.]
Just being a bit of a spoiled food snob. Got way too used to my friend's cooking back home. It's hard adjusting to, well, less than stellar meals.
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[ Oh, Kirk knows. He has both and the blonde hair, though of a different shade than Prompto. Prompto had the youth on him though. His puppy eyes were slowly losing their effect. ]
Heh, don't I know it. On my ship you could get practically anything you wanted and here... not so much. You know what I miss the most?
A burger.
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You and me both! With all the fixings, and a side of greasy fries to match. [He groans.] Oh man. We're never gonna see a burger anytime soon, are we?
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[ He might be salivating a little. On the inside. Sweet sweet hamburger meat.. ]
Not unless we make it ourselves.
[ He paused. ]
Which is possible, actually. I have a house now, so I have my own kitchen, and if we can get the ingredients that are close enough to the real thing, it could work....
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I'm no five-star chef myself, but I can make a burger. And I think we can. It's just tomatoes and some sugar when it comes down to it. We can find something close to pickles, I'm sure and onions are readily available as is lettuce.
Want to go by the market and see what they have in terms of meat? Hopefully we can find something ground. I'm not sure if that's a technique here yet or not...
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[ He gave a shrug, because who really knew in Thedas? But the markets did tend to have anything you could ask for, so he had hope there. ]
Oh, and do you know what else I've been missing recently? Popcorn.
[ He motioned for Prompto to get up and follow him. Their culinary adventure was starting now, no time for eating! ]
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Oh yeah. Covered in salt and butter. Mm mmmmm.
[He hops up from his seat, ditching the food - someone else would eat it he's sure - and follows after Kirk.]
If they have corn here, that should be easy enough to do.