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

[onlyrescuesmaidens]

[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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[onlyrescuesmaidens]

[While friendliness is much preferable to worrying about being stabbed in the back all the time, it's going to take some getting used to. A part of Jaime is still waiting for the other shoe to drop. He's also trying to think of something he might need to know that he doesn't already.]

Not exactly something that I need help with, but, if you don't mind me asking, how long has all of this been going on? I know that people appear here with no rhyme or reason, but how long have the people who have been here longest been here? Months? Years?

[colorbymemory]

[In her own way, Namine can sympathize. Going from being a prisoner of the Organization, to working with DiZ, to finally finding allies and friends in Axel and Riku, she'd had her own adjustment to others acting friendly with no ulterior motives.]

I was one of the first to arrive, I think. Those that arrived with me and I have been here for almost four months.

[Strange to think how much time has gone by.]

[onlyrescuesmaidens]

[He doesn't know what to make of that number. A lot might happen in the waking world if he's here for four months and time passes there, as well. He's been told time moves differently in this dream world, but it's hard for him to believe it. Still, that it's only been four months since anyone arrived explains why everyone is getting along so well. No time for rivalries and old hatreds to develop and fester.]

That is a long time to be asleep. And with no sign as to who is keeping us here? Whatever it is, it's playing an awfully long game.

[colorbymemory]

[Oh, even with this amount of time, there's people that don't get along well, or haven't interacted much. That said, those that don't get along tend to take the road of avoiding each other, rather than constantly arguing/fighting.]

When we wake up it should be like no time passed at all. We've had some clues, but nothing that lets us know who or what brought us here.

[Namine sighs. It is a long game, but at least they're not in it alone.]