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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I haven't met anyone from the places you've mentioned, unfortunately. Although that's no guarantee they won't show up. Waking up's a bit of a difficult thing as well.

[He hates to be the bearer of bad news, but he'll try to be friendly while doing it.]

I'm Agent North Dakota, but most people call me North.

Well met... North.

[He isn't used to this much friendliness from strangers. Obsequiousness, yes, friendliness, no.]

I thank you for the news. Do people show up here often?

[Yay for code names. North knows it's kind of weird, but he's wary about giving out his actual name.]

Every so often, yes. Usually one or two at a time, but there's no real pattern to when they show up.

There are a handful of us that have been here for a while.

[ooc: I'm going to be a bit slow with tags, just as a warning. one of those weeks.]</small.

[Jaime is starting to get a feel for the situation, and he is beginning to think he might need to pay attention to how this world is run, who has power, and who wants it.]

Those of you who have been here a while... are you the leaders? Who is... in charge?

[He finds it hard to believe that a bunch of people from different worlds are coexisting peacefully.]

[ooc: Don't worry about it... when school starts for me on Monday, I'm going to be slow as well.]

[The answer to that is: the moogles have the power. And if they have the answers to how to get out of here, they sure as hell aren't talking.

Still, North had to think about that for a little bit.]

There isn't really a singular person in charge. We've just been working together as things come along.

There's a few people here who have a higher rank than me, so I'll defer to them, but beyond that there isn't really anyone.

The moogles sort of have things tied economically though. You generally have to go through them to get anything. Word of advice, don't make them mad. They've been known to hike the prices up.

I will do my best not to anger the moogles, then.

[He isn't sure HOW one might anger moogles. Physical violence seems right out, but other than that, he has no idea. He'll have to tread carefully there.]

I appreciate that. It's been getting hard to talk them down.

[It's said with a bit of a laugh. The things he does for his friends sometimes.]

If you have any other questions, I can try to answer them for you. I've been here since this whole thing started really.

[Jaime thinks for a moment. He knows about the Nightmares now, about the Spirits, about how hard it is to wake up, and he knows that everyone is from different worlds... Oh. That's it.]

If you've been here since the beginning, could you please explain to me how in the Seven Hells there are tiny talking horses here?

[Yes, he's been talking to Celestia and Luna. And he'd ask them himself, but he doesn't know how to broach the subject of "How do you EXIST?" to them.]

And, on a slightly different note, if you could direct me to some good places to get a meal...

[His stomach grumbles a bit, and his pricklemane whines in agreement. It makes sense, he supposes. If this is a dream where you can fall asleep, getting hungry shouldn't come as much of a surprise.]

[North has to laugh. He had a similar reaction the first time he met Luna.]

I guess the only answer I can give is that there are some weird worlds out there. They threw me for a loop as well, but at least they're nice.

For meals, you can try the coffee shop, though they don't really have full meals. Some of the moogles run a restaurant though, in the first district.

[He hears the pricklemane whine as well.]

Spirits usually eat treats dropped by the nightmares, but the moogles have them as well. They're like little cookies or ice creams.

[Jaime mouths the word "coffee" with a confused expression on his face. He has no idea what it is, but suspects that it's some sort of snack or beverage. He'll have to find out.]

[He looks at the remaining pile of Munny on the table by the bed, then down at the pricklemane.]

That's good to know. Hopefully my welcome gift from the moogle will keep us fed until we can start hunting.

[North notes that but doesn't say anything. He'd thought coffee migth have been universal, or multiversal as the case may be, but maybe that wasn't the case.]

It should. I think there's enough for a meal and one night's stay at the hotel. After that, yeah, hunting. They aren't hard to find though.

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