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WHO: Chloe Price, Prompto, Anders, aaaaand YOU.
WHAT: Catch all for March
WHEN: Various times in the month - one specifically for today (11th) though!
WHERE: Around the Gallows/Kirkwall in genera
NOTES: I don't think there's anything....????
WHAT: Catch all for March
WHEN: Various times in the month - one specifically for today (11th) though!
WHERE: Around the Gallows/Kirkwall in genera
NOTES: I don't think there's anything....????
i. [ closed to prompto ]
When you find out someone has a camera in a world where trying to explain to people what a picture is could take hours, you're gonna wanna take a look. Chloe's the curious sort by nature, always has been, and while there's a lot of things she's gotten particularly interested in in Thedas, having something that is futuristic for here but probably old school compared to what she's used to seeing is gonna make it to the top of the list of shit she wants to see.
So she may or may not be bouncing slightly with energy when she's waiting for Prompto, because she's never been able to sit still when she's excited, not since she was a kid, and who takes this long (never mind it's probably not even a minute past when they said they'd meet).
ii. [ closed to anders ]
One of these days, living in a world with magic would become sort of par for the course, and she'd stop being surprised by things she'd only ever heard about in her fantasy games being. Well. Not fantasy.
Today's not that day. She'd been bugging Anders, not for the first time this month, but he'd said something that more than stuck out. "Like a real griffon?" That was a stupid question. "I wanna see."
iii. [ open for the 11th ]
It was her birthday.
At least, if every bit of comparison she'd done to the calendar back home, it was. She thought about comforting herself with the idea that whole keeping track of how the planet rotated was probably drastically different (not to mention that I'm in a different universe thing coming into play) that it meant it could very well not be her birthday, but it hadn't lasted long. She wasn't sure how to process it; it wasn't like she'd celebrated much back home in years, but not even having her mom (or David, she guessed) there to try and get her in the mood to try was... weird.
So she had decided to make her way to some of the shops in Kirkwall, window shopping more than anything else, because it wasn't like she was good at saving money to be able to get herself something particularly nice. She could easily be found look at particularly nice papers wondering if they were worth the splurge or looking for something sweet to satisfy that birthday cake craving.
iv. [ open throughout march ]
Outside of realizing she was suddenly twenty, meeting griffons, watch Fern's anchor do crazy shit, and bothering her friends, Chloe was having an otherwise mostly uneventful time. Which was fine by her. Her life had had too much excitement for her tastes and she was glad to just be a little bored doing regular things. Regular... ish. Maybe some things were still weird, but they at least weren't resulting in anyone being sick or dying, and that was better than what it had been.
Sometimes she was in the library doing research like she was actually supposed to be. Other times she was working on designing a game board for the story she had in her head for her first campaign she had planned for all those who'd said they wanted to play. Sometimes she was outside tinkering with a broken cart, taking it apart and trying to figure out if there was anything she could do with it in order to improve it.
Or, and the most likely of the options, she was enjoying drinking, because what rebellious now-not-teenager didn't, really?
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He arrives at the meeting spot, camera in tow. It's big, clunky, and definitely something only found in an antique shop back home. But here it works. Prompto grins as he holds it up to Chloe. "Here it is! I've got a dark room back in the Gallows and everything."
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"Hard to believe people used to lug this shit around and still get awesome street photos."
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Still, she's not here to be impressed by the strength that comes with these things, and so she's of course gotta ask some questions. Particularly history questions. Even if their histories might differ a little, it seems like the camera shit was definitely the same. "Does it use like real old school film? Or is it old school enough to still have to function with dry plates?"
apologies for the vague details but i haven't entirely figured out how the camera/film works >>;
"Uses the plates. Yeah, it's suuuuuper old." What he wouldn't give to have actual film, though that would come with a camera that might run on batteries or some other power supply. This camera, for all its bulk, at least manages to do without.
it's cool bro, you can always pp if you want me to ramble about the history of cameras to you
The plates gets a low whistle though and she's clearly even more impressed that he's gone out of his way to develop anything with the equipment he has. "At least it's better for post-development editing if you decide you want to go that route. Painting over plates is way easier to hide than painting over the old school photo paper. Have you taken a lot of pictures? Uh, relative to the equipment, that is, not compared to what you could do with your digital back home."
i might have to take you up on that
"True and true. Only thing that sucks is hauling them around in the field. Paper's more durable and less likely to break." Not that paper isn't prone to being damaged or ripped, but it's also less heavy. "I took enough to go through nearly all of the supplies I had with me. I've got maybe one or two left before I'm out." It really, honestly sucks.
finger guns
There was a look of some sympathy though when he said he was almost out of plates. "That blows." She couldn't imagine how bummed Max would be if she'd had things to take pictures, only to run out and not be able to take anymore. "If I can ever figure out how chemicals and shit actually work in this damn place, I'll see if I can make you more plates in the future. I'd totally like to see some of the shit you've already taken, though."
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People take you more seriously there if you know how to break their fingers and get them to stop touching you.
"Iggy and I tried to figuring it out, but it's rough. No labels, nothing. It's not like they have chem labs here or anything either." It really, really does blow. If only a rift would shit out more of them like one did with his gun...
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There's a groan, one that shows she is more than aware of the lack of labs. "I haven't given a shit about science in years and now when it would actually be useful, I can't do shit with it. I regret every hour I spent romanticizing fairy tale worlds as a kid."
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"I mean, you could probably go mad scientist, gather a bunch of stuff, mix it together and see what happens, but that's a little on the risky side." To say the very least. "But yeah, the hard core sciences? So out. Parts of it for the best but man, what I wouldn't give to see an engine again."
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The idea of mixing shit together and seeing what happens, though - that gets an actual thoughtful look on her face. She could do that, couldn't she? Might destroy the Gallows in the process, but you know, who cared about that in the long run? Other than uh. Everyone. "Only way to get one is to invent one, I guess. The gears here aren't too far off from what you'd need for basics, but it'd cost an arm and a leg to get that much sturdy metal, I bet."
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Can't make an omelet without breaking a few eggs, right? Or a few buildings, but details. "Deeefinitely. And most of that goes towards weapons and armor. I mean, if you could get some rich noble to sponsor you, you might have a chance, but it's a long shot." And good luck convincing one to be a patron to two rifters. Most think their lot are demons.
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Rich noble gets a look of distaste like she just bit into something nasty. "I think I'd resort to stealing before I'd ask one of them for help." Which uh. Wasn't saying much, actually, with her criminal record, but she'd leave that tidbit out, as though she didn't scream thief already. "Like they'd ever say yes anyway."
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Chloe plz. "You never know. Some of them are kind of kooky. And if they think it could work and would bring in money? They'd do it. Like, there's a nobly lady here who has flamingos around her house. She's got cash to burn. They all do."