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[crowncitizen]

WHO: Prompto and YOU fine denizens of Kirkwall
WHAT: Open log for Justinian
WHEN: After the Inquisition returns to Kirkwall through the end of the month
WHERE: Various. See prompts for details
NOTES: Will update as needed (but don't expect anything. This is sunshine human we're talking about)

A) The Grand Re-Opening

[In the Gallows, one might across any number of signs and posters advertising a certain side business of a certain blond rifter. They may remember them from the past, but it's been some time since those crudely drawn ads were displayed in the Gallows. But they're back and read:

GRAND RE-OPENING!!

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 A FRACTION OF THE TIME! SIX SILVERS ONLY!

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

Sure enough, one can find Prompto up in his usual spot in the Gallows, where he's got a table set up, along with some chairs. On said table is his camera, the large box that hasn't been seen around in awhile. Some may remember Prompto saying he had run out of film developing supplies. However, he seems to have come into some, enough to re-open his business. Anyone who's reached out to him in the past wanting a photo will have been contacted and informed of the development.

Now Prompto, not one to rely purely on his makeshift signs, will try and flag down people as he sees them and try and entice them. And he's got that kind of cheeriness that's hard to ignore.] "Hey! Come for a photo? You totally should~"

B) People Suck, But At Least the Weather's Nice? Usually?

[Well this whole invasion business is... not great. Wow Anderfels, way to go. Jerky McJerkfaces. For Prompto, it smacks a little too much of home. At least the Anderfels doesn't have a magitek army. That would be Bad. But while that's not something they'll need to worry about here, he still wants to help and make sure the people in Orlais don't have to fear a foreign army coming in and taking over.

For now, there's little to do but wait as things unfold. It doesn't stop Prompto from practicing his archery as much as he can. He didn't even make it into the tourney, so clearly he has a lot of work to do. The weather has turned for the better, so he gets to improve his skills AND get a tan. Win win.

That is, of course, until a storm suddenly rolls in. Prompto doesn't really notice until the wind suddenly picks up and carries one of his arrows way off course. He frowns and looks up. Oops, those sure are some dark, ominous looking clouds.

And then the heavens open up with a roar of rain.

Prompto sputters, hauling ass out of the courtyard and into the nearest building. Of course, it's a bit of a trek, as the Inquisition wisely set up the archery targets away from most known pathways. By the time Prompto stumbles inside, he's a tad drenched, and he makes for a sight: blond hair hanging in front of his face, clothes sagging and his boots making that awful squishy noise with each step he takes.]

I miss having a weather forecast.

C) Freedom!

[Freedom from curfew, that is. Prompto whoops ecstatically when it's announced the curfew's been lifted. And what better way to celebrate than to head out into the city at night?

The best way to encourage it, he thinks, is by giving back to the city. As in, boosting its economy by spending his coin. Which he happily does at a local tavern, enjoying a few ales while looking over some of his notes. He jots down stuff he learns about Thedas in his little hidebound journal. The tourney proved to be a treasure trove of information, so much so that he finds himself going almost cross-eyed as he looks over the notes he took. While he might be nose deep in the book, it's not enough to deter him from having a conversation with someone if they wish it.]

D) Wildcard

[Hit me with a prompt of your own!]

Comments

[crowncitizen]

I wasn't in Skyhold long. Just a few weeks before they herded everyone up to Kirkwall. I've always lived in a city, so I prefer it here, but yeah... there's a few shackles that come with it.

[To put it lightly.]

Pretty much. Just mostly enjoying the chance to be able to stay out late. I was looking over old notes and stuff. [It's the novelty of it all, really.] Keeping her on her toes, huh?

[foxsays]

Where I came from is - did you go on the mission to help rescue rifters from the rift at sea? It's where we ended up for repairs, Llomerryn, Antiva, and Rivain, all three of those stirred in a great pot together but for my nation. Islands, archipelagos, and I lived on the main one that was hugely built upon. Knew it like the back of my hand, Kirkwall I know...well I have no desire to go to Darktown, I've seen enough of the dark.

[Her left thumb, rubbed at the base where it meets the rest of the hand, pops sharply into place. Her hands drop back to the table. Nearly guilty.]

It's boring if they know how to find you, she's got long legs and she's tall, make her think she's going to have to go back to peeling me off the walls or spotting me on the rooftops again. [How to keep the relationship fresh: parkour edition.] Anything interesting? Places the Inquisition's been or just a diary sort of thing?

[crowncitizen]

I did, yeah. [Red lyrium sea monster. Not forgetting that anytime soon.] You lived on an island? Was it warm? I lived in a pretty dry, landlocked place my whole life, so I've no idea what it's like. Kirkwall's kind of the closest I've ever come to it, at least in being by the ocean. I'm getting to know it pretty well, though... yeah. I don't go down there too often, either. Darktown's kind of a gamble with your things and life.

[He laughs at the mental image of Korrin chasing down Araceli.] Hope she's good at climbing, too. Or is she good at convincing you to come down from wherever you're perched? [At her question, he glances at his notebook.] Kind of a diary. It's where I jot down stuff I learn about Thedas, so I keep it all together. Hard learning about a whole new world. Too much stuff to take in and it's easy for it to get lost in my head.

[foxsays]

A large one, yes, bigger than some cities here easily. Most of the year it was hotter than it gets most places here, hot enough you sleep in the afternoon because it's impossible to do anything, especially in the places it's too humid to sweat. But in the winter the storms would roll in wild from the sea to sweep over the ship's, the buildings, cold enough to freeze a few times and crust it all in salt. When the sun peeked out from behind the clouds it glittered brighter than diamonds. [Araceli's seen plenty diamonds to know their lustre, a smile on her face; it'd be winter at home if it was summer for her arrival.] Being in Skyhold was the furthest away from the sea I'd ever been. Kirkwall is...easier. I can see ships. Smell the salt. The ocean gives life no matter how far you are from it.

Korrin usually has incentives to get me down. [Gifts last time. Because the idea of Korrin climbing is setting Araceli off, head falling forward to rest on her arms.] Ah I still have those rattling around in drawers when I was trying to catch up on all the history I needed to understand why anything is the way it is. Not that it helps it to make sense a lot of the time but I have it. All the things that might be used or interesting.

[crowncitizen]

Sounds... beautiful. Kind of rough climate wise, not sure I'd want to live there long term, but still beautiful. Insomnia was kind of consistent year round. Lots of dry heat and not a lot of rain or snow. But man, it had some of the best sunrises and sunsets. [Ones he may never see again. Or at least, perhaps not for a very long time.]

Yeah, I get that. Seems like the more I learn, the less I understand. But I guess if someone came to my world, they'd probably feel the same after awhile.

[foxsays]

If you live that way all your life, it's all you know. I was so cold when I came to Skyhold even before it was winter, it was as if my body forgot any memory of having heat in it. Is Insomnia close to desert then? Two friends from home live by different desert lands, that's how the heat comes for them, hotter than the over. [The Western Approach had been the same, blistering when she'd helped with repairs trying to follow the shadows about the keep.] You must've been able to see for miles, no clouds if there's no rain or snow.

[Castileos always has cloud to burn through more often than not, takes its sweet time getting ready to cook them.]

Settling helped. [Maybe that's more dangerous territory, Araceli is less likely to keep track of individual politics unless people go shouting about them in public.] I saw my friends learning to settle in Castileos when they moved there, this is-- they have commitments that bind them, returning is more of an option than it will ever be for us but some things that people take for granted baffle me. The Chantry, mostly. Or how anyone who isn't human or a certain sort of human is treated.

[This coming from a human. The certain sort of human who would be treated fairly well if circumstances were different; strip her of the hand that marks her out, what would she be? The days she passes as an Antivan and no one bats an eye at her unless it's some insult or leering about Antivans, and that's something she's used to anyway.]

[crowncitizen]

Skyhold was cold, yeah. I've been in colder, but I never really get used to it. [He hated the Sunless Lands with a passion.] Yeah, pretty much. I mean, it's not a proper desert, there's grass and stuff, but it's really warm and dry. Sometimes it might as well be one. And, well, if it weren't for the wall around the city, I'm sure I could have seen a lot.

[Not that he could complain about the lack of view. The wall kept the city safe for years...]

Settling - yeah, I can see that. Guess it's sort of happened to me by degrees, you know? Just getting used to things and learning to sort of fit in. But then something will come up that I don't understand and I feel like an outsider all over again. [Technically, he always is, but at times he can almost pretend otherwise.] The Chantry... they're definitely the most baffling. To put it lightly.