revenance_comms | Comm Post: First of Its Name [video/audio]

[Fiddles with the communicator strapped tightly to his right wrist and glares as the picture comes into focus. Doing anything that requires fine motor control with just his left hand is still difficult, and even fastening buttons takes time. Add completely unfamiliar technology into the mix, and he's lucky he can even turn it on. He's waited until he found the inn the... what was that little white dwarf-bear with the red puff-ball called again? Oh... Moogle... The inn that the moogle directed him to and arranged for a room before trying to turn it on.]

I must admit, it is almost refreshing to be told that I need to introduce myself, though talking to a box on my wrist seems to be an odd way of doing it. Some sort of sorcery perhaps?

[A pained expression spreads over his face. Tyrion would have been fascinated by this. HE would have had ideas. HE would have poked and prodded at the little box and muttered about old books and maesters and theories. But Tyrion isn't here.]

I am Jaime Lannister, son of... no, I suppose that doesn't matter here, if you don't know the Lannister name. Suffice to say, I am a knight and a warrior...

[He looks down at the stump where his right hand once was.]

Though there's less of me than there used to be.

I've been told there are others here from many worlds... if there are any here from mine, be it Westeros, or the Free Cities, or Essos, you know my name, and I offer you... if not my friendship, then my help in getting back to where we came from.

And Brienne, if you're here... wake up and find the Stark girl, and SEVEN HELLS, stop following me! Unless you can't wake up either. If that's the case, I might have a use for that sword arm of yours and that very fine sword I gave you. I seem to be unarmed. Most embarrassing for a knight of the kingsguard, wouldn't you say?

[He pokes warily at the communicator again, and it lets out a shrill screech before turning off. The pricklemane that's been following him since he agreed to let the moogle help him synthesize it, and is now laying at his feet, winces and hisses at him, but doesn't move away from him. Jaime rather wishes that it would just go away, but doesn't think it worth the trouble to drive it off.]

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...yeah. It's a very small, very smart machine.

[Buddy, if you don't get tech, the Mother of Invention is going to blow your mind.]

[Wash can't help but smirk under his helmet, not that anyone can see it. Somebody is not indirectly above needling Tony here.]

Yeah, he's a nightmare all right. Complete pain in the ass most of the time.

Some people have woken up. A few of them have come back; most haven't. There doesn't seem to be any pattern to it.

[Proposing an information-sharing alliance when you have zero information is a very roundabout way of asking for help. No reason to call him on it yet - it might come in handy later.]

That works. I take it you got the Moogles' welcome packet.

[Jaime grins, and his grin turns into full-on laughter.]

If he's anything like the Starks I know, it seems to come with the name.

So people have woken up, then. Do you know if they went back to their own worlds? You said some have returned... if I do manage to wake up, it's not for good?

[This worries him. If he wakes up, he wants to stay awake. He has a castle to take, a Tully to catch, and a king to protect. He needs to get home.]

I did get the packet. A bit of coin, some sparkly pieces they made into... this thing here...

[He turns the monitor to show the pricklemane, who is watching all of his conversations with keen interest.]

Though I don't know what I'm supposed to do with it, and it won't leave me alone. There's a potion I was told to save for later, and I believe that's all of it. I'd have traded in the potion... or the cat creature... for a decent sword, if you ask me. Or a horse. I would have given a great deal for a good horse.

[The pricklemane looks up at him, offended. Jaime shakes his head. There is NO WAY that it understood what he said. Animals don't speak human languages. Not even very brightly colored ones.]

[Even across dimensions, it runs in the family. Go figure.]

You're already talking to him. You can judge for yourself.

[Guess who reads everything that goes on the network? This guy.]

According to the people who've gone home, they wake up at the same moment they left, live their lives for a while, and end up back here at a later date. A lot of them haven't come back here at all. Like I said, there's no pattern.

[At the sight of the Pricklemane, Fang the Komory Bat flaps in and lands on Wash's shoulder, squeaking a greeting. Hi! He hasn't seen you before! Are you new here?]

The Spirit is a Pricklemane, the potion will heal wounds when you drink it, the little white spheres are the local currency called Munny, I'm pretty sure the Moogles sell weapons, and the closest thing you'll find to a horse around here are the electric giraffes, and they're not good riding material. I wouldn't try it.

Also, your Pricklemane can understand everything you say. So you know.

I'm... already talking to him?

[Tony hasn't said his name yet, and so Jaime is in for quite a surprise.]

I'm glad to know that I won't lose time in my world. I'd hate for... things going on there to resolve themselves without me.

[He's not as certain as he used to be that he's going to be a guiding force in how things turn out, but he'd like to at least be there.]

[The Pricklemane runs up to the monitor at the sight of Fang. He mews in response, Hello, I am new here. Nice to meet you! Was your human as confused about you as mine is? And is my human supposed to name me? He hasn't yet, and that's making me a bit sad.]

[Jaime watches the spirit conversation for a moment. At first, he thinks that the cat-nature of the pricklemane has it on the hunt, but when he sees them communicating, his eyes narrow in confusion. How are they DOING that?]

I think I've seen a picture of something a giraffe in a book before, and I don't think I'd try to ride it. My feet it is, then.

[Lovely. Walking. Again... He misses Honor the Horse right about now.]

[He looks down at his pricklemane.]

So... you can understand me.

[It nods.]

And... people in this world name their pets... Oh, excuse me, Spirits.

[It nods again.]

I'll have to give that some thought.

[Jaime looks back at the monitor.]

My thanks for the... warning. It's good to know when one is understood.

Yeah. The one with the goatee.

[And there goes Tony, straight under the bus.]

Things will wait for you, whether you want them to or not.

[If Epsilon's and Ziva's experiences were any indication, anyone who woke up would probably do so in the same place and time they fell asleep - not that Wash had tested the theory himself.]

[Fang squeaked happily, rocking back and forth on Wash's shoulder. Nice to meet you too! His person was totally confused about him at first - he tried to disown him, actually! But then his person started liking him and named him and they're good now! Your person will probably come around too. Oh my gosh your person and his person should totally be friends that would be so cool!]

Of course. Spirits have about human-level intelligence - they know what you're saying even if they don't speak the language. Nightmares would rather kill you than communicate - don't bother talking to those.

HE'S the Stark? He is quite unlike any Stark I've met before. The presence of a sense of humor alone sets him apart...

And don't talk to the Nightmares. I think I can remember that.

[Jaime's pricklemane looks relieved. Oh good. I was wondering if there was something wrong with me. Or with my person. It would be good if your person and my person were friends... is your person nice? He seems nice, but... I know my person looks big and tough but he's got soft places he protects.]

That may be a good thing. I don't think the world could handle multiples of him.

Have you run into any yet?

[Oh, nah, persons are always like this when they arrive. You'd think they'd never seen a Dream Eater before! And yeah, his person is totally nice!]

[From the floor, Melody the Necho Cat meows a correction. Not always, Fang.]

[Oh. Right! He's really nice - just to some people!]

[That works, Melody adds.]

I haven't run into any yet, but I haven't been out much. I came straight to this inn after being welcomed by the moogle and getting my Dream Eater here.

[The pricklemane nods thoughtfully.]

[That's good to know. I don't know about nice, but my person tries to be... polite to most people. He calls it chivalry. I think it means polite. He seems to think it's important.]

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