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It's been a week. Or at least- I believe it has been?

[ The feed springs to life with a picture that makes it vastly clear that this isn't an intended transmission. The phone obviously is placed on a flat surface - Likely a table. And its owner can be spotted at the edge of the screen, focused on something else but clearly sounding tired.

Jon gives a heavy sigh and raises a hand to press the tips of his fingers against his forehead. Then he resumes talking, still not appearing to talk to anyone in particular. ]

I don't know how long I've been in that storm. I played back the recordings I made only to find them useless. Mostly static, which is... Unusual? And the most I remember now? Is that headache. That ruthless, skull-splitting headache when I tried--

[ And he cuts himself off right there, dropping his hand and leaning his head back to look at the ceiling. ]

I'm on a space ship. At least that's- That's what I've been told this is. I don't know what I'm even supposed to do here. Unless this is just another dream. A dream that has yet to turn into a nightmare. But I-- I don't remember them to be this... Long? Disconnected from whatever gruesome image they are about to paint?

Needless to say, I didn't sleep. Not that I'm aware of, at least. But what does that even mean anymore...

[ He looks back down, on the table before him - Or much rather at the old tape recorder in his hand. The latter doesn't make much of an appearance visual-wise. ]

I should probably make a proper recording before I run out of tape. This phone I was given has proven remarkably useless for such a task.

[ As he says this, Jon reaches for his phone, still lying on the table. ]

The menu alone is a nightmare to-

[ And then he actually looks at the device, pauses and scowls. ]

Is this what it's going to be now? Christ...

[ That said, he simply turns the phone off without adding anything else. ]

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I've seen things like this happen before - but that is when there is some sort of malfunctioning planet terraforming ...

[Which might honestly be the case here as well, huh.]

I have some very basic experience, but I always need help going over data, Mister?

Sims. Jonathan Sims. I used to do research in supernatural artifacts and events. As I said, it's a very different field, but we did cross into pretty much any other science at one point or another.

[ If only to utterly disprove something. Those were the good times. ]

Did you? Well, you are going to find plenty to keep you busy here, my friend.

[Tyrion exhaled with a wry smile.]

This place is filled with supernatural artifacts and events.

Marvelous.

[ This single word somehow manages to be spoken in a tone dry enough to make it audibly appear to be covered with a thick layer of dust. ]

I can't wait to find out how many of them want to kill me.

[ As he's already been kidnapped by this place alone, that's not really something he bothers to expect any longer. ]

[Tyrion's lips twitched upwards, and he gave a half-bow of amused acknowledgement.]

Only about half? That seems to be the maths.

[He sighed deeply, running one hand through his hair, making the blonde curls stick up more.]

That's a better ratio than what I'm used to.

[ Well, it's true. ]

May I ask your name?

... I am starting to think it is lucky you showed up here, ser.

[Ah right.]

My manners, I apologize. My name is Lord Tyrion Lannister, but everyone just calls me Tyrion.

Lucky.

[ Have a short, dreary huff with that. It's followed by a nod, though. ]

Very well, Lord Tyrion. I have no notes or noteworthy observations to share at this moment. But if you have any warnings for one not used to this city, I am very inclined to hear those.

Well, something like.

[He smirked faintly, before he looked over at the readings.]

I will let you see my notebook.

That would be helpful. Thank you.

[ Not that he has any idea as of what to expect, but hey. He'll take it. ]

You are quite welcome - I hope to meet you face to face.

We can arrange that. Whenever the time is... Acceptable for you.

Well, after my child is born, absolutely.

Your child?

Here?!

[ If this were an in-person conversation, that single-word question just might be pulsating with accidental compulsion. Physical distance can do wonders. ]

Yes ... my wife got pregnant .... 'here'!?

[Yes, he is going to put the quotation marks around it.]

[ Those are nice quotation marks, indeed. Though they aren't the reason why Jon falls silent for some time, lips pressed into a thin line. There are too many potential problems for his liking and he really doesn't want to touch onto them all. So he steadies his voice instead. ]

Aren't you... Worried?

[Tyrion is silent for a moment.]

I am ... terrified, but if you can believe this, the world we come from is much, much worse than this.

...I see.

[ It's spoken softly. A reaction to the acknowledgement of fear. Something Jon will remind himself to stay mindful of should they meet in person.

He exhales. ]

How can it possibly be worse, though? This planet. It lies in ruins.

Well ... a world with a war on two fronts, and all the innocents caught in the middle of a lot of politics and murder.

[ War. Jon has read plenty of statements about war. Relived the experiences of soldiers, medical personnel and civilians alike. War is... Well. He won't hesitate to consider it but another name of hell. Especially on a personal scale. And he has no doubt that Beholding takes a certain fondness towards War with all the terror and all the suffering it causes and so much to observe...

He drags his thoughts away from those thoughts, however. ]

I'm sorry. I shouldn't have asked.

[ No, he shouldn't have. Because now he can't quite shake the need to know. ]

[Tyrion waved his hand, pushing aside the apology.]

No, it is all right. I am sure many are thinking the same thing. I suppose it is the ... what is the phrase? The lesser of two evils.

Maybe. But Temba...

It has its own dangers. And from what I can tell, it's the less predictable ones.

Remind me to tell you of a fleet of space ships called the Drift Fleet.

[Tyrion sighed.] They currently own the patent on unpredictable behavior.

Do they?

[ Possible agents of the Stranger? That would be... Odd. Or would it? All things considered?

He lets the thought simmer, then exhales. ]

But fine. I'll remind you.

Thank you kindly. I'll probably have us drink first, though.

[As these things were always easier, half drunk.]

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