02 / Video.

[heavyhanded]

[ The interior of a Mac apartment! And Jaime is slumped in a chair, holding what looks like a... solid gold wine bottle, and not looking pleased. ]

I've heard talk of "superpowers" among the imPorts. Perhaps I've found mine. If this is meant to be a blessing, then the gods here play japes just as cruel as the ones I've known in Westeros. [ A wry smile, and he tilts the bottle upside down. Nothing pours out. ] Why, I'd barely even started this bottle.

The banks here will take my coinage gladly enough, do you think they'll take my drink, as well?

[ He peers into the bottle, sighs, and tosses it away with a heavy clunk. ]

It was poor wine, anyway.

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[heavyhanded]

It's for messages, it isn't a map. [ JEEZ tali come on now, be sensible ]

[gofortheoptics]

...do you see on your main page, where there's the little white box with a magnifying glass next to it?

Type in 'trade shops' or 'pawn shops'. Just -- humor me, okay?

[heavyhanded]

[ LONGEST... PAUSE... EVER......... typing is slow for medieval dudes with dyslexia and an unfortunate hand-count :( ]

And then?

[gofortheoptics]

[...right. Okay.]

And then click the little magnifying glass. It should bring up some options for you.

[heavyhanded]

[ oh look ANOTHER HUGE PAUSE. and now and then some half-muttered curses. finally: ] And these are... addresses?

[gofortheoptics]

Yes. If you head outside and look up at the street signs, that should be a good place to start.

[heavyhanded]

[ okay well the pause is just thoughtful this time ]

I may get lost. It could be I'll need a guide.

[gofortheoptics]

[...is he implying she should help him find this place.]

We wouldn't want that.

[heavyhanded]

No, not in the slightest. It's a large city. Could be I would starve, all alone out there.

[gofortheoptics]

So, I guess I'm supposed to help you out.

[heavyhanded]

I would appreciate it, my lady.

[gofortheoptics]

Would you really.

[heavyhanded]

With all my soul.

[gofortheoptics]

I doubt that.

Meet me downstairs in ten minutes.

[heavyhanded]

[ insert CHARMING SMILE HERE ]

With pleasure, my lady.

[gofortheoptics]

I'll -- See you soon.

FUCK IT THIS IS NOW AN ACTION THREAD

[heavyhanded]

[ Oh look, he's not in armor this time! He's leaning against a wall in pretty decent modern clothing that he picked up from somewhere, a heavy bag hanging from one arm. Presumably stuffed with various gold things he wishes he could eat or drink. Also a ballpoint pen, because, yes, that too. It's been a frustrating day. ]

Permaaction

[gofortheoptics]

[She walks outside and looks around for Jaime -- just as he's not in his armour, she's sporting her human form.]

Did you ever manage to feed yourself anything?

[heavyhanded]

[ It was one thing to see her face in that silly tiny window, it's another to see her. The once-over she gets is both interested and unabashed. ]

I eventually managed one of the apples. It looks like I won't starve after all -- I'm sure you're relieved.

[gofortheoptics]

[She clears her throat and tries hard not to blush. Okay, so she's not exactly used to such ... brazenness when it comes to her human form. Sure, people checked out her quarian-tushie, but this was different.]

Oh, yes. And here I was, fully prepared to cram a tube down your throat to ensure you didn't wither away.

[heavyhanded]

Your dedication to my well-being is impressive, my lady. [ Even if he has no idea what she means by "tube". ] Although, I can't say I blame you. Mine is a face not made for gauntness, I know.

[gofortheoptics]

[Just be glad you didn't find out, Jaime.]

Yes, and being as it's one of the few things you seem to have going for you, I'd hate to deprive you of it.

[heavyhanded]

[ That smirk will just not die, man. ]

So I'm told.

[ He pushes off from the wall, heading for the street. ]

Will this trip need one of the yellow carriages? This city is larger than I've even fully discovered yet.

[gofortheoptics]

[She brings up a map of her own and browses it momentarily for somewhere to bring the objects. A reputable pawn shop could be hard to find.]

...yeah, we'd better catch a taxi.

[heavyhanded]

[ Taxi. What a weird word. He makes a face at it, but nods. At least he's watched people often enough to know how to flag one down, so he does that and, of course, holds the door open for her like a proper gentleman -- marred only by the sardonic smile. ]