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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

[punshots]

[ Prompto looks over his shoulder, juuust to make sure Qrow isn't nodding at someone behind him, but suitably assured he means for him to sit, he does so.

Okay, so they're doing this.

His brow pinches. ]

I - nothing! Just...bein' friendly.

[ Also, he'd found himself somewhere unfamiliar and clung to the one familiar face he saw. Qrow is so lucky! ]

To be honest, this isn't exactly the sort of place I usually hang out.

[unpromising]

You don't seem like the type.

[ The seat Prompto might have sat on has a weak leg... Try not to fall! ]

You got business here, or what?

[punshots]

Nah, I just -

[ And then that leg on his chair gives out, sending him spilling onto the floor.

Give him a moment to just...proverbially stare into the camera and question his life, okay, he's good, this is fine, he's good.

He jumps back up, pulls over another chair, and just...keeps talking like that didn't even happen at all. ]

I just need to get my mind off...some things. [ He leans back in his new chair. THIS ONE SEEMS SAFE...so far. ] Hah - I mean, that's what people do here, right?

[unpromising]

[ Qrow almost looks surprised by the chair breaking, but he quickly realises what just happened there, and opts to say nothing. He doesn't even ask Prompto if he's okay.

He's a big boy. A fall like that shouldn't hurt. ]

Yeah? [ He shakes the glass he has a little to mix the drink with the ice. ] What do you drink?

[ And without waiting for Prompto to answer, he calls over a waitress who hands over a menu. ]

[punshots]

[ Honestly, he appreciates it. The less attention drawn to what just happened, the better...

But he's idly rubbing and his freshly bruised hip when Qrow calls over the waitress. He stares at the menu like it's a foreign language, because it pretty much is. He's never heard of any of these drinks before... ]

U-um... [ Let's be real, his drink of choice is probably, like, light beer. To Qrow: ] Do youuuu have any recs you wanna give me?

[ THIS IS PROBABLY A BAD IDEA. ]

[unpromising]

[ He looks at Prompto, then at the waitress. ]

Get him one of those margaritas with umbrellas.

[ WELP ]

[punshots]

[ That is really so fitting...not that Prompto will know, but if it has an umbrella in it, it's good enough for him.

Rest in pieces, probably. ]

So, uh...what about you? What's your drink of choice?

[unpromising]

This.

[ Qrow slides his glass over to Prompto's side, pushing with his index. A trail of water follows, a reminder that the drink is cool because of the ice.

The smell is pretty strong, too. ]

[punshots]

[ Dubiously, Prompto leans forward to sniff at the drink, which, yeah, was not a great idea, and he has to turn his head to cough and wrinkle his nose. ]

Eugh! You're drinking that? It's going into your body?

[ Whatever he ordered him better not be like that, because here comes the waitress to drop it off in front of him, umbrella and all. ]

[unpromising]

What else happens when you drink something?

[ He grabs his glass back to drink what's left of it, signaling the waitress for a refill as soon as Prompto's cute drink has been served. ]

The salt adds flavour to the drink, [ Now he's talking about Prompto's, which has grains of salt on the rim of the glass. ] so try to rotate the glass once the salt in one area's gone.

[punshots]

[ Prompto's mouth thins as he twirls the stem of the glass between his fingers, eyeing Qrow over the rim. ]

Do I even want to know what's in the drink?

[ ...It's probably better if he doesn't. ]

[unpromising]

Won't know until you try.

[ Seriously. Just do it. Go wild, Prompto! ]

[punshots]

Okay. Okay. Let me just...

[ Psych himself up. What a little girl.

He lifts the glass to his lips - yeah, sure is salty, and he tips it back to let the liquid run into his mouth. A lot of it. Way more than he should for a taste test, but it's time to go big or go home!!

Of course, this moment of spontaneity costs him. The liquor has a kick he isn't used to and as he swallows it he doubles over and coughs, hitting his chest with his fist. ]

That's - not quite what - I was expecting!

[unpromising]

[ Qrow watches with interest, and the longer Prompto drinks, the wider his eyes become. When the boy begins coughing, he pushes himself back in his seat and laughs. ]

That was not a taste test.

[ You'd think he'd only drink a little for his first time. ]

[punshots]

[ You'd think, but Prompto lacks a certain sense of self-preservation at the best of times. ]

Well you know what they say - [ as he still coughs and beats his chest ] - YOLO!

[unpromising]

[ At least Prompto isn't dying.

He picks up his own glass and holds it up in the air. ]

Right. YOLO.

[ TOAST ME, FRIEND. ]

[punshots]

[ No, just his girlfriend. :')

He clinks his glass against Qrow's, mouth still twisted up but there's something of a smile in there, and the sip he takes this time is much more reasonable. ]

See? Now everything else seems preeeeeeetty easy in comparison!

[unpromising]

[ Not really, but say whatever you want to say, Prompto. This is your night! ]

I can't tell if you're just being you or if you're already lightheaded.

[ He takes a sip from his glass. Not a lot, but enough to make him feel the burn down his throat. ]

[punshots]

Tch - already? I'm, like, barely three-halves through this thing!

[ He can't be that buzzed already! He's remembering Qrow's advice to turn the glass so he can taste the salt! He's...so good at this. ]

Can you believe this is, like, my first time out since we got into town? I'm nooormally the life of the party!

[unpromising]

With everything that's been going on, I don't blame you.

[ Qrow is actually being reasonable for once! ]

I kind of imagined you'd be the type who'd be out with your friends, though.

[punshots]

[ ALL HIS FRIENDS ARE dead IN STASIS ]

...yeah. You'd think that, wouldn't you?

[ Well. Since he's here to drink, he kicks back another sip. ]

Kinda...haven't been much up for...going out lately. Gotta watch out for my girl, you know? She's sick. Suuuuuper sick.

[ And it super sucks. ]