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[ ahem, using this thing like a phone because he's really not interested in wasting time trying to figure out just how deep the rabbit hole goes in terms of what it can do. that comes later. ]

Good— [ . . . ] whenever it is.

[ his voice might sound familiar to some of you, if slightly more nasal; there's a steady metallic clop-clop, clop-clop in the background that sounds not unlike horse hooves on steel. Anything is possible when your man's been abducted to live a doomed life in space and is riding his mare around the corridors! I'm on a horse. ]

Seems like as good a time as any for a proper hello. And since we've all got some time to kill, I thought it might be nice to play a quick game of Questions. Or—Facts, I suppose. Whichever works best. I tell you one thing about me, you tell me one thing about you... loads of fun.

[ okay so he's not exactly gagging to talk about himself, but if there's a fast track to gathering information, it's to come right out and ask for it. tit for tat. ]

I'm called—

[ he pauses.

this isn't Wonderland; nobody knows him here, except for Alice, and she doesn't exactly pose a huge threat to his well-being. Well, not any more, at least, because nobody knows about the Stone of Wonderland here; the likelihood of the both of them being tracked down and killed for it has been significantly diminished. he figures it's okay to be honest about his name, if nothing else. ]

—Hatter. Now, your turn.

Also. Directions to this oxygen garden thing would be— much appreciated. I've a horse here in need of some greens, and she's a bit twitchy from being kept in the dark.

[ ~~reluctantly~~ finally: ]

And if you see an old guy with a crazy goatee in a suit of white armor spouting nonsense about—I don't know, mystical vapours of destiny or something, you should probably let me know.

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[ Excuse some of the awkward camera movements, please, as Jaime navigates the typical what is technology why are all these buttons here ren fair stuff. ]

You have a horse?

Are you on drugs?

[ oh wow hello video. ]

That's what I said. [ it's a considerably less dry retort than usual. blah blah make friends not enemies blah. ]

[ what ]

No. Not exactly what I was expecting for a first question, but I'll take it.

[ Jaime's main question is whether it came stuffed in one of those chambers they all woke up in over in the maester's rooms, but your sass has been noted. ]

You also said "she," so a mare, I take it? Or a filly?

Where did you get a horse?

A mare. [ Guinevere, Charlie had said? right? so not good with names. ] Found her wandering around in a room off the locker area, still done up in her tack. No idea how she got there.

[Totally ignoring the horse.]

Atton.

You're tied up in the destiny racket?

A [ grimace ] friend of mine lent her to me, from where I come from. Came from.

Found her here after we all woke up in those pods.

She'll need room to stretch her legs as readily as feed. I'd be pleased to direct you to such a place [ a thin smile ] if I were not newly arrived here myself.

[ squint. ]

Tied up in the— [ wait oh you mean— ] No, no, that's—no. One of my friends seems to think so, and he's not exactly quiet about it. Not sure he's here, but if he is, you'll know.

[Yup. Sounds like a Jedi to him.]

Lemme guess, all talk about prophecy and meaning without a bit of sense to slow him down. I've, uh. Heard of the type.

Great. Well, I'll tell you if anyone feels like pointing me towards a map. [ things would be so much easier if Hatter knew what he was doing, but clearly his life is just full of unwanted learning experiences lately. ]

You sound like a man who knows his horses. Own one yourself?

[ ... who are you that you could know Charlie so well. ]

That, and I'm relatively sure he's actually mad as cats. Apparently the type's a lot more common than I thought.

Galaxy's drenched in 'em. The terrifying part's when people start actually buying what they're trying to sell.

[ Jaime smile ruefully. 'Cause he could use a map too. ]

Two. A bay and a stallion. [ He snorts, remembering what Lewys Piper had named them. ] Honor and Glory. Presumably they're still where I last left them.

You have a horse? How did you manage to get a horse up here? [Pause.] What kind of horse is she?

I didn't think anything bigger than a dog could show up that wasn't already in the pods. That's really interesting.

Jack. Now, what, I ask you a question? And you know, I saw about four o' men like that on me way here, you're gonna have to be more specific than that.

[ Okay, this guy seems like a serious amount of fun because wtf horse. Justin will play. ]

I'm called Justin. And you can find the oxygen garden -[ insert handwaved directions here]. So there's one thing about me and one thing about the ship. Your turn.

You've got a horse? [ Yep. That's all she really cares about. ] Where'd you get her?

You've a horse?
What sort?

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[ A horse? ]

Well, and here I thought I'd seen the majority vastly confusing things. No old man, sorry to say.

[ sarcastically: ] Y'know, Alice, I think you're the first person to ask me that.

Found her off the locker rooms when—we split. Made a hell of a racket. She's the one Charlie lent us.

Fancy a ride?

I didn't manage anything. If I had the power to transport horses to-and-fro, I wouldn't need a horse, would I?

A four-legged one. [ hatter: horse connoisseur. he peers over her neck, but the mare is willfully indifferent to his inspection; tell me your secrets, he says, with his eyes. piss off, he imagines is the reply. ]

She's brown. With a sort of a—white stripe on her face.

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