Jamjar Kantera prompts

[happydreamed]

[You're in a jamjar of some kind! The whole 'mysteriously appeared in another world with no known means of going back' shebang. And so is Kantera, because I'm bad at AUing his canon straight-up.]

[A - action - everyday living]
[Wherever you are - quiet town, zombie-filled wasteland, space station - there is a medicine shop.

Enter, and you'll find Kantera manning the counter. There's not much in the way of decoration, he hasn't had time/resources to furnish everything the way he'd like, but the shelves are well-stocked with as many herbal remedies and medicines are available.]

Come in, come in. May I help you find something?

[B - action - event]
[Weird things happen. A constant of every jamjar.

Today, you woke up handcuffed together with Kantera.]

My, how troublesome.

[He doesn't sound all that concerned about it. Try not to accidentally get yourself poked by his horns.]

[C - network]
Would you ever consider staying here permanently?

What if there were nowhere for you to feasibly return to?

Comments

[happydreamed]

What about peanut butter? Or is that still too solid?

[mopocalypse]

I dunno! I heard that you could kill someone if you dropped a coin off a tower, so maybe whoever's in charge of the town should play it safe. Just in case.

[happydreamed]

I agree. If they're listening, I hope they take your words to heart.

[mopocalypse]

If you could pick what weird thing happened next, what would it be?

[happydreamed]

Hm... If all the buildings turned into pillow forts, we would simply have no choice but to take extra comfortable naps.

[mopocalypse]

What do you mean no choice, there'd be a lot of fun things to do! Like make everything into one super-fort! Or have pillow fights! It'd be great.

[happydreamed]

You may do all that. I will be fast asleep before an hour passes.

[mopocalypse]

That just sounds kind of depressingly boring...

[happydreamed]

I quite like a good nap. Have you tried them, young one?

[mopocalypse]

I don't think I ever get bored enough. I like energy and excitement!

[happydreamed]

Ah, the vitality of youth...

[Kantera, you're 27.]

[mopocalypse]

Are you an elf or something? I guess they don't usually have horns, but something that gets to be ten thousand years old.

[happydreamed]

Oh, no, I'm a Draken - we do live a little longer than humans.

...But as for me, I've only reached twenty-seven in years.

[mopocalypse]

For serious?

[happydreamed]

Indeed, 'tis the truth.

[mopocalypse]

Uhh, no offence, but how come you're talking like you're eighty?

[happydreamed]

No offense taken. In mimicking my grandfather's ways, I picked up a certain style of speech from him. Think of it as an accent, perhaps?

[mopocalypse]

Like if the old folks' home created their own society?

[happydreamed]

You are not terribly far off.