So let me get this straight:

[Jason opens up without pretense because, what is tact. however, this might be a moment of confusion for anyone who knows what Dean Winchester sounds like. this unseen person on the network sounds uncannily like him, minus the accent.]

We've all been abducted to this space ship high in the sky that, apparently, is some part of the multiverse none of us have previously stumbled across. Nobody's got anything in the way of answers, except that we're supposed to all play nice and wait to get back home.

That's cool. I can roll with that.

But I want to know who's sick joke it was to leave me with cigarettes and no god damn lighter. Waking up naked and cold I can live with, but this?

That's just cruel.

[ Though he debates the merit of stating his request through video or voice feed, Petyr eventually settles upon text as his method of communication. It takes a little while for him to type the message out in full, but soon enough, the deed is done. ]

TO THE TRANQUILITY:

A thousand pardons for the interruption, but should anyone bear knowledge as to the availability of either hair dye or a collar and leash, I would be most grateful for it. I have no way of repaying the favor at the immediate moment but rest assured I will be in your debt.