Need that picture of you (Open)

[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

[extraverse]

When I arrived I had on my person a single can of Ebony.

I've been saving it... for some reason.

I realized today I should have someone check the expiration date.

[crowncitizen]

Oh! [Phew, that's way less dire than he was fearing.] I can definitely check. Might be hard to tell if it's still good, though without opening it. The months here aren't the same as back home.

[extraverse]

Then... perhaps we ought to open it. [He isn't sure why that feels so final, like accepting Thedas as home.]

[crowncitizen]

Yeah... [He picks up on it, the finality and sadness of it.] It's our last little piece of home, but it'd be a waste to just keep hanging on and never using it, only for it to go bad, right?

[extraverse]

My thoughts exactly.

Though, I would add that it isn't our last reminder of home. We still have each other.

[crowncitizen]

True, true. But I guess it's like, the last material thing from home? Possession? Thing? You know. And short of preserving a bit of it and keeping it in a jar and hoping we get a chem lab and the means to recreate it, the last we'll have for what could be a loooong time.

[....wow that got depressing]

But! It'll be okay. Maybe we can find something close to it here.

[extraverse]

I know they have tea here. I wonder if they have anything close to coffee beans.

[crowncitizen]

Not sure. They have cocoa beans though. Or something like them. I've heard of cocoa being a thing here. That stuff grows in the jungle, right? That means going up into either Seheron or near Par Vollen. Which, uh... yeah.

[extraverse]

I doubt the Qunari are willing to trade.

[crowncitizen]

Nooooooope. Not anytime soon, anyway. Though who knows, maybe they'll like the Inquisition enough someday to do some trading?

[extraverse]

Imagine the historical significance of such an event. It would be something to experience - the history of two different worlds unfolding around us.