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

[incremated]

Thankyou.

[ he might have gone for the gloves if it wasn't for the comment about being for children. he is an ADULT, kantera. ]

I suppose I should apply this once I return to the church... you wouldn't have any interest in joining us this morning, I don't suppose?

[happydreamed]

[Yes, yes, of course.]

Not if you mind my falling asleep to the sound of your soothing voice.

[It's a bad habit, he realizes, but Dogma just has such a nice voice... No wonder people show up for his sermons.]

[incremated]

Er- well. The church is no place for napping, but it isn't as if I can stop you from dozing one way or the other...

[ personal compliments always pit him a tad off-kilter. ]

That is to say you will be welcomed no matter your intentions as long as they are not harmful. Though I do wish you would stay awake through a whole service one time, at least to participate in hymns.

[happydreamed]

I don't know any of the words.

[Though he does have a decent singing voice, if he says so himself.]

But if you insist, I will do my best to stay awake this time.

[incremated]

[ SIGHS ]

Doctor, that is what the paper on each pew is for. Hymn lyrics. I try to be prepared for newcomers as much as possible.

[happydreamed]

Oh, is that what they are?

[He's never gotten to that part of the service yet.]

[incremated]

Yes. Contrary to what Gardenia would have you believe, they are not for making paper planes.

[ clears his throat ]

I should be leaving now. Will you walk with me, or shall I see you later?

[happydreamed]

[But they are so aerodynamic.]

I will accompany you. Just give me a moment to close up the shop.