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[unpromising]

Who: Qrow Branwen (unpromising) + anyone.
What: Catch-all for the second part of the event.
When: Oct.
Where: A carriage, Wyver.
Warning(s): Will add as needed.

TRAVELLING TO WYVER.
[ Qrow's been told that this whole epidemic and then some has been more than a warm welcome for him and rest of the refugees in his batch. He couldn't agree more, but he also thinks that it could be a lot worse. He thinks deeply about the situation, as well as the situation he was once in back in his own world. He broods silently, and the only noise that comes out of his person is the alcohol hitting the walls of his flask as he fishes it out of his pocket.

Drinking some of it hits him hard, a burning feeling down his throat. This is already normal for him, but it doesn't mean he's averse to the side-effects of alcohol. It's why he decides to initiate conversation. This carriage ride would be a lot more exciting if the other people he was riding with would actually speak up a little.

Any unlucky person who manages to look him in the eye will be subject to having a conversation with him. (I'm sorry.) ]

Any chance you got a snack on you?

[ Okay, maybe it's not a conversation after all, but more of a beginning of a request. ]


FIGHTING PIT.
[ A new place means new opportunities - Qrow said literally never. He's not an optimistic man, and it's why he just trucks along without looking forward to much. Olympia was a strange experience (understatement), and so is Wyver. It's still difficult to accept that Remnant is gone and that he's the only one here so far. Also, he doesn't have anybody to bum off of, and he has to make his own money to be able to keep the alcohol in his blood pumping.

Also, food. Food is very important, and he needs money for food, as well.

Qrow's decided to do what he's more accustomed to, which is fighting. His injury's healed and he's a lot more nimble now, which is why he's begun to rack up quite a few wins in this fighting pit he's in. Fortunately, death isn't a punishment nor is it a prize to anybody who loses. The only consequence is shame.

One might find themselves being Qrow's next competition. Weapons are allowed, and Qrow himself is wielding a sword. It can turn into a shotgun and a scythe, but a shotgun just seems too unfair to use at a time like this. For now, it's just the sword. Perhaps if his competitor pushes him hard, he'll use his scythe.

Or perhaps one finds Qrow after he's done fighting. He's managed to gain enough silver for a week or two. Instead of continuing to fight, he sits in a corner and watches everybody else do it. He doesn't look particularly sociable right now, but loneliness radiates off his entire being. ]


WILDCARD.
[ Feel free to hit me up with a prompt of your own. Here is my plotting comment. ]

[ Note: Qrow brings bad luck to the people near him! Here is more info on it, and please let me know if you're cool w/ your character being affected or not. ]

Comments

keith

[unpromising]

[ Keith has proved himself competent which is why Qrow doesn't mind hanging out with the "kid". Hanging out, in this instance, would be doing a quest together. While Qrow would want as much silver as he can possibly get, he's not that hard-pressed for it that he'd turn down an offer to work with someone.

He just hopes that misfortune won't slap Keith in the face. He would honestly rather get hurt than have someone else experience the bad luck he brings to people. #emo #alternativeboy #emoboy #scene ]

Do... you know how to get the tears of a 40-year old maiden?

[ Qrow is literally squinting at the piece of paper he's received from the person who hired them, questioning the very first item on the list. Please help him, son. ]

[emblazes]

[Competent? Check. Practical? Not always. Qrow invites him on a mission ('mission'), and Keith doesn't think to decline. He should've maybe asked some questions before heading out, but it...should be fine. He and this guy seem to be on a similar wavelength, especially since it's his dad.

Long story short, he shows up and they're off. He thinks to thank Qrow for inviting him, but that's weird so he does not...but that wouldn't have been the oddest thing given a voice between them.]

Make them...cry?

[He's offering a solution in rewording the question. Errr...]

[unpromising]

[ ... That's not a very bright answer. Qrow almost wants to slap him up the head for that, but they're not close??? So for now, all Keith will get is a very unimpressed: ]

Oh, g- good idea! Just go up to an old lady [ "OLD LADY"........ Qrow is almost 40. ] and ask them if they're a virgin, then make them cry, right?

[emblazes]

[Please...this is so complex. Qrow's tone doesn't make it sound like his suggestion was a very good one at all? Furthermore...]

I don't know -- why would that upset them?!

[He was thinking more along the lines of telling them their pet died or something, uh.]

[originallutece]

No.

[Of all the carriages in all the vehicles in all the world, she had to walk into his . . . frankly, it's a miracle she hadn't walked right out, but there's a limited number and they're filling up and she is not riding a horse, so here they are, and he's getting drunk, and she swears she'll slap him if he tries anything.]

I'm a scientist, not a nanny. I don't carry treats around in the off-chance someone around me might be hungry.

[unpromising]

[ Qrow knows better than to try anything on anyone. Besides, he's always let other people make physical advances on him first. Unfortunately, no one is spared from his shameless pick-up lines.

Except maybe Rosalind. She's kind of like an Ice Queen, and he hates those kinds of people. Maybe. ]

So, if you were stranded in the woods with a kid and you only have one loaf of bread, you're gonna eat it by yourself?

[originallutece]

Yes.

[It's a blithe answer, because she's crabby and so everyone's gotta suffer.

(She might. It depends on a lot of factors. She wouldn't do it to be cruel, but on the other hand, she's also not a bleeding heart, so . . .)]

travelling

[latkje]

[ Nash is sitting towards the back of the carriage, spending most of his time staring at the horizon, and some other portion of it whistling idly. ]

Hmmm? Yeah, l've got— [ He reaches into a pouch at his belt and pulls out a hard biscuit with a bit of a flourish. Trail rations, the kind they use in Caleria. ] This. I'll trade you for a sip of whatever that is. [ Tilting his head at the flask. ] I'm feeling adventurous.

[unpromising]

[ Hm. Qrow looks at his flask for a moment, then at Nash. This is conversation has just turned very serious, and he has no idea how heavily this decision could impact him. On one hand, a biscuit sounds good right now. On the other, his own rations of alcohol will decrease.

... He looks at the biscuit again with hardened eyes. ]

Here you go, pal. [ Qrow twists his body slightly so he can look at Nash properly, extending his arm to offer the flask. ] It's nothing exciting. Hope you like it hard.

[ It's whiskey! ]

[latkje]

[ He doesn't actually like it hard— but Nash has just about given up on his quest for a good Kanakan red. But he's not gonna complain. (Right away.) ]

Here's to my missus, then.

[ He takes a quick sip, not wincing as the liquor burns his throat. He breaks the biscuit in half and passes it to Qrow, with the rest of the flask. ]

Thanks. You really need something to wash these down. And that— [ he nods at the drink he just turned over ] is about what they were made for.

[ Also warning he put too much spice into them. "But biscuits aren't supposed to have spice," you may protest. Exactly. ]

travelling!

[lifespanned]

[ Misa herself is having her own dilemma, distraught over the idea of being separated from Thesa station (where her lovely boyfriend is). The bumpiness of the carriage ride is not deterring her from fixing her makeup, using the last of her compact to pat under her eyes in an obvious attempt to cover up the remains of her last cry. ]

What? No. Even if there was any food back in Olympia, Misa doesn't carry snacks...

[unpromising]

[ He had noticed Misa working with her compact, but he didn't think much of it. Now that she's lined her eyes with his, though, he can't help but not say anything about it. ]

You got makeup on you, but no food.

[ Then again, he has a flask with him but nothing to eat, either... ]

[lifespanned]

Misa is a model, not a chef.

[ Or waitress for that matter!! Her expression twists into a slight annoyance, and she closes her compact after one last good look in the mirror. ]

Are you really that hungry already?

travelling

[punshots]

[ Given there last few encounters, Qrow may find it odd that Prompto is uncharacteristically quiet. He's got a lot on his mind - even more than he had when they'd talked about the cure. Turns out they didn't need to stage any secret infiltration of Wyver to get the ingredient for the cure, which is all well and good - but this doesn't sit well with him, either. What if they get there, and relations fall apart? What if they can't come up with a cure fast enough?

He's got his head propped up in the palm of his hand, staring out the window, looking a little dazed and surprised when Qrow speaks up. ]

Wh - oh. No, man, sorry. Wish I did. I'm starving! I could so go for some of those gummy fish right now...ten thousand of them.

[ He's. Really hungry.

Prompto cranes his head out the window. ]

Ugh...are we there yet?

[ This is just so nowhere near as cool or fun as traveling around Lucis in the Regalia. ]

[unpromising]

[ ... All Qrow wanted to know was if Prompto had a snack. Now the younger man is whining while Qrow stares at him, questioning himself as to why and how he deserved this. ]

Jeez, you gotta chill out, kid.

[ He shakes his head as he rolls his eyes, still thinking to himself why this is happening. Guess the lack of food is affecting everybody, and it's making certain sides of people come out. ]

... The heck's a gummy fish?

[punshots]

[ This is what you get for engaging him!!! Anyway, "chilling out" sounds like the opposite of what he's going to do, but okay. There's a lot more to it than the lack of food that's made Prompto jumpy and irritable, but he's not about to own up to as much. ]

You know...the cute little red ones that come in a big bag? They're delicious! Wish they had 'em here...

[ You really haven't lived until you've had some. Sorry about your life, Qrow. ]

travel

[wallofbriggs]

[Seriously Qrow, does she look like she goes around feeding obnoxious people?Previously lost bets do not count.]

No. You should have eaten before we left.

[unpromising]

[ Wow!! He's not obnoxious :'( ]

I did. I had some bread.

[ But bread can only stave off your hunger for so long. ]

[wallofbriggs]

[A person can not go around judging their own obnoxiousness.]

I thought you said you were a hunter. Surely you can do better than that.

fighting pit!!

[ghettobatman]

[Once Qrow's battles are done and he's made his moolah and is chilling in the corner, he'll be joined by a man dressed in black with a mask over his face -- aka: an idiot. The man skulks over, obviously checking out the establishment, but one look at him shows that he is very, very, very sick. And very, very, very stubbornly trying to push past it -- it's not working out.]

Hey. I'm looking for someone.

[He may or may not be hallucinating]

[unpromising]

[ Jeez.

Qrow's eyes widen as he looks at Matt, and he looks him up and down to see the man's features. Yup, definitely sick. Disturbingly sick.

So... ]

Someone? Who's that?

[ghettobatman]

[Incredibly sick and dress up like a lunatic. A great combination!]

A shifty man selling drugs, dressed in all brown. He went this way --- but the crowd's too think. Who have yous seen pass you?

wildcard...but how wildcard is it when it involves qrow drinking

[punshots]

[ You know who's freaking exhausted but someone still up on his feet? This guy.

Prompto is more or less a glorified zombie at this point. Alisaie's been unconscious for days and been moved to the sanctuary where the healers worked on a cure for the plague, leaving him more or less displaced. He'd spent plenty of time there but he couldn't be there all the time, the staff invariably shooing him away as they tended to her needs. And on these occasions he finds himself wandering around the city aimlessly, trying halfheartedly to learn his way around.

Trying, and mostly failing, and he's more or less lost when he spots a familiar silhouette up the road a little ways. He feels bad for imposing on someone yet again - but he always feels bad for imposing, and...Qrow is the only person he's recognized for awhile.

There's a lot of mean-looking people in this part of town. :(

So he's trotting up after Qrow, looking like he hasn't slept in days, because, well? He hasn't, really. ]

H-hey, Qrow! Fancy meeting you...here. [ He gestures, like he has any idea where they are. ]

You...busy?

[unpromising]

[ WHY IS HE EVEN HERE

Prompto dosen't look like the kind of guy who would spend hours at a bar, which is why Qrow is mildly surprised to have the boy's presence around.

He turns, but not completely. Eyes deadpan, and his mouth almost frowning. ]

Kid, if this is another attempt to pick me up, I'm warning you, it's not gonna work.

[ Chuuya already did it before. He knows!!!! ]

[punshots]

[ He is definitely not wrong about that. This is hardly Prompto's scene, but here he is, none the less. And it can't be too bad of a place to be if Qrow is hanging out here. Qrow seems like a pretty "with it" kind of guy. He doesn't look dead on his feet like Prompto does, at least, and that counts for something. ]

...Another attempt? [ SQUINTS. Did he do something he forgot about...gods. He doesn't even need to drink, he feels like he's already going crazy. ]

- Uh. That would be a negative, Qrow-bro! Just, uh...exploring the city, I guess.

[ Sure, let's put it like that. ]