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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

[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 . . .)]

[unpromising]

Harsh.

[ But he saw that coming. ]

What if it was your brother or sister?

[originallutece]

I don't have any siblings. And my parents and I are estranged, before you try that tactic.

[Weirdly, though, her lips quirk into an almost smile at that siblings bit. It's true, she's an only child, but she lived for years pretending she wasn't. It's nice not to have to do that anymore.]

[unpromising]

I wasn't.

[ Parents are supposed to be caring for their kids, not the other way around. ]

... Are you ever nice to anyone, Madam?

[ Again, the title is mockingly used. ]

[originallutece]

Yes.

[That's just as swift and certain as any of her other answers.]

Simply because I'm not eager to stroke everyone's ego and aim a bright little smile at them doesn't mean I don't know how to be nice. I reserve it for those I feel deserve it.

[unpromising]

People must love you at parties.

[ And that earns another sip. It's just a little one now. Finally, someone is talking to him, and it makes things less boring. He doesn't have to get drunk right away! ]

You... do go to parties, don't you.

[originallutece]

When I was obliged to, yes. And yourself?

[unpromising]

'course I did.

[ Past tense. ]

I know have to have fun and actually be sociable, you know? [ He's hinting that she's the opposite. ]

[originallutece]

[Past tense indeed, and she makes note of that. Rosalind exhales shortly, a sign he may just be getting to her.]

And what would you suggest, then, since you're so knowledgeable on having fun and socializing?

[unpromising]

Alright, alright... [ He nods, huffing out a soft laugh. ] I'll teach you.

You're at a party and someone who looks interesting walks up to you. "Sup, Madam," they say, and then they bow. "How are you doing today?"

[ Somehow this ended up with Qrow roleplaying... what is this. ]

What do you say?

[originallutece]

[I GUESS THIS IS HAPPENING NOW . . . Rosalind hadn't been serious, but at least this is better than sniping, she supposes.]

That depends entirely on who they are.

[unpromising]

[ It's nice that she's playing along, but it sucks that she's asking for more detail. ]

Does it matter?

[ He waves a hand dismissively while his other hand puts his flask back in the pocket inside his shirt. ]

Uhhh, I dunno—pretend he's a Huntsman and a popular Professor at one of the schools.

[originallutece]

[She recognizes Huntsman, at least, but there's no way this prat is a professor. But all right, she's game . . .]

I suppose I'd give a general reply, if he seemed the usual sort of dullard at these parties, or a more detailed one, if he looked as though he might not interrupt to explain to me my own theories.

[unpromising]

[ Now Qrow has broken the fourth wall. He crosses his legs as he leans back. ]

Theories on what?

[originallutece]

[dang the narration did not notice how built he was until that icon]

Quantum physics. Atomic suspension, parallel universes . . . take your pick.

[unpromising]

[ Qrow's not the most muscular of people, but he does have a decently lean figure considering he's been fighting most of his life. He also had to impress the ladies somehow... when he's not drinking, anyway. ]

No theories on how the world was created?

[originallutece]

Shall I regale you with the Big Bang theory? It's not my specialty, but I've more than enough knowledge in nearly all scientific areas.

[unpromising]

[ He arches an eyebrow at that. ]

We don't have something like that, so let's hear it.

[ She's cocky, though. But he's sure she can walk the talk. ]

[originallutece]

All right. Pay attention, now.

[She does know her stuff, clearly: she explains the theory thoroughly, pausing only to answer any clarifications he might have. And though he won't know it, her knowledge well surpasses what was known in her time, because she'd had the ability to look into the future and she'd used it to her advantage. So he hears about the explosion of matter, and how the universe is constantly expanding; he hears about the formation of all the different materials, and how the stars were made, and how the planets were formed . . .

Once she's finished, she gives him a little nod: there, then.]

Any questions?

[unpromising]

[ Qrow's expression doesn't change as he listens, or even as she goes through every single thing, detail by detail. He's absorbing the information and learning—something he hasn't done for quite some time.

Of course, he's still got it. He might not look very competent when it comes to academics, but he's got a good brain. After all, the Scarecrow is the wisest man in all of Oz. ]

This is just a theory? There's so much background in it. How's there no proof?

[originallutece]

Ah. A common misconception: theory in the scientific sense doesn't denote something that isn't proven, but rather is a word used to denote a natural phenomena that has been repeatedly tested.

So there is proof-- quite a bit of it. It's simply a case of unfortunately similar terming.

[unpromising]

[ Alright, makes sense. It's good information, and if anything, a good way to pass the time. As much as he'd want to keep drinking, being able to have an intellectual conversation doesn't seem so bad. ]

And I'm guessing everyone knows about this theory. You've studied it, and a bunch of people have, too.

[originallutece]

Not in my time, no. And while they ought to in the future, I've found most people tend not to want to know how the world around them works. It's enough that it works.

[unpromising]

What kind of world is that?

[ It's said with a tone of dismay and disgust. You'd think people would want to be more interested in this kind of thing. ]

Stories of creation are mostly fairytales, where I come from. Everybody knows 'em, but not everyone takes 'em seriously.

... Better not to. The truth should be hidden to those who aren't affected by it.

[originallutece]

Sorry, are you advocating ignorance or not?