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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[statisticallyterrible]

[An image shows up on the communicator--a picture taken of a crude drawing.]



[Waking up isn't as easy as just telling someone to do it.]

[unrecovered]

[There are so, so many things Wash wants to pick at here, but this guy is new and obviously clueless, so he'll lay off for now.]

It's technology, not sorcery. I haven't heard of anyone from any of those places; your best bet is to ask the Moogles. They tend to communicate. There is a Stark here, but I'm pretty sure it's not the one you're looking for.

And I wouldn't offer anything you can't follow up on.

[brodakota]

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.

[unlucky_hero]

[....Another guardsman? And a knight? Well that sure was some familiarity right there.]

Well, I've never heard of any of those, but that still doesn't mean we shouldn't work together. I think that's the only way we're going to have to do it anyway.

[video]

[earthshatter]

[And here we have someone who's almost literally a mountain of man.]

I am not familiar with those cities, but all of us here are looking to find a way home.

[yabigfurball]

[Have a large white wolf staring at you, Jaime. She looks very concerned! What happened to his hand?]

[video]

[the_mechanic]

[Tony was going to let it go, he's really not the most welcoming of people and having only been here a couple weeks himself (which was more than enough time to figure out they're worse than stuck, thank you)... well, anyway, there were much more patient and compassionate people present who were much better at breaking in the noobs to the nightmare.

But you had to go and say his name not that it's uncommon, but still. So he's prying. Welcoming. Whatever.]

You're the first from wherever it is you're from. On the plus side: yay! Your friends, enemies, ex girlfriends, whatever, aren't stuck here with you!

On the negative, you're stuck in "dream land", we don't know how to get out, and you can dream here when you sleep, and it sucks. Fair warning.

So, you might as well get comfortable.


[Tony looks more than a little sleep-deprived, and possibly a little dirty, he's been living in a garage in the next town over. He's out of the suit, at least.

There's a wry smile on his face, the one that says he knows a lot more than he's letting on, though whether that's true or not is always up for debate.]

[visual]

[raisethemoon]

I am quite certain your Brienne is not present with us. Moreover, 'tis not quite so simple to awaken oneself, here.

[She glances down at that hand. If it were fresher, maybe Celestia could do something, but healing magic was never a particular skill of Luna's.] Wherefore wouldst thou not offer those from thy world your friendship?

[letteropener]

If you desire a weapon, the moogles can likely help you acquire one. They do have their price, though. Your new Spirit friend can help you in defeating Nightmares for that purpose, however.

[Today's lesson: alicorns come in more than one flavor.]

[colorbymemory]

Hello, Jaime Lannister. My name is Namine.

I don't think I've seen any of your friends here, but we're all trying to get home as quickly as we can.

[lessabrasive]

[ At least in Lin's world, the level of technology did not make the communicator completely foreign to her. Telephones and radio existed, just - nothing quite this small.

A large blue owl can be seen over her shoulder, watching the video with lazy lidded gaze. ]


It is likely we are all held here by some sorcery, or external power at least. We've not made much headway into discovering the culprit at this time, but those of us present here can likely answer any other questions you may have.

[notquitedracula]

Having only recently arrived myself, there's not much I can tell you that someone else hasn't already. I can pass along some information I was given on the local animal life, though.

[And there's a text attachment with details about the Dream Eaters, the same one Sora gave him not so long ago.]

Most of the things you're likely to encounter will try to kill you, so acquiring a weapon you're familiar with and able to use should be a priority. If it doesn't attack you on sight, odds are good it's friendly or at least neutral.

[sailorgenerous]

[Here, have a pony - a unicorn, to be precise - with a Pricklemane. This person does seem to be quite the gentlecolt, even with that...unfortunate injury. All the more reason to lend him a hoof.]

It seems I'm a bit too late to answer your questions, but I can offer you a place to freshen up if you'd like.

[onlyrescuesmaidens]

Very well then, Tony.

[Jaime smiles broadly. He likes being just Jaime here, and he supposes there are others who might also appreciate the informality. He does wonder why Tony has the kind of reputation the precedes him. Best not to ask, though.]

I've trained war horses before, but never... anything like this.

[He wonders how Tony went about training his bat. At least the pricklemane somewhat resembles an animal one would take on the hunt... if you turn your head sideways and squint.

His mention of horses makes something click about the image of slightly-dirty Tony. He's been wondering this for a while.]

In the world that you come from... were you a blacksmith?

[He knows the moogles will provide him what he needs, but knowing who among the residents of the town can do what seems like a good idea.]