25 - TIME TRAVEL'S A HELL OF A THING.

[raisedinabox]

[Video clicks on, and there's a young man who's clearly been yanked straight out of the trenches peering towards the screen. He's dressed in an American first world war uniform, encrusted with grime and mud, and clutching a rifle and bayonet to his chest. He looks uncomfortable, and a little twitchy. Clearly he's not taking being redistributed

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[doesnttrusttech]

[Have a WWII army medic, Private. c:]

Sergeant Jackson McCoy, Technician Fourth Grade, US Army. No offense, Private, but I think your uniform's a little out of date.

[raisedinabox]

[Yay medic! John gives a quick salute.]

Good to meet you, Sir. [Then a pause, as he glances down at his uniform] You think? This is the one they issued me with when they sent me out... [And it hasn't been washed since :c]

[doesnttrusttech]

[It's cool bro, pseudo Bones is also pretty filthy looking. :c]

What year was it for you, before you wound up here?

[raisedinabox]

It's the 8th of December 1917, Sir.

Why do people keep asking me that?

[inhistorybooks]

Under normal circumstances, I might argue you're not "the good guys", but considerin' we're all in the same boat here, I figure workin' together'd probably be more productive.

[Also that is no US Army uniform he's ever seen. Where's your Union blue, buddy? :|a]

[raisedinabox]

Sure we are! We're knocking the square heads out of France and back to where they came from!

[Pauuuuse. Who doesn't like the US of A though?]

But I guess you ain't on our side?

[inhistorybooks]

[People who live in pissed off Southern states who went LOL WE'RE DONE /flips tables in 1861 :c]

This is the first I've heard of a war in France.

[raisedinabox]

With all due respect, Sir, could it be you've not been keeping entirely up to date with the world? All of Europe's been at war for some years now.

[raisedinabox]

What?

[What do those words even mean?]

I'm not mad, Sir.

[He's just got a touch of shell shock.]

[raisedinabox]

That last bit you said... about us dying for no reason? 'Couple of the English soldiers talk that way. Ones who've been here a while. You English?

No, maybe you are, but I'm not.

[Pause]

Why don't you want me to call you Sir?

Spam because how do possessed shaving mirror

[der_umgekehrte]

[Styles, mowing his way through more food than he usually sees in a week, gives the soldier a disapproving look. His minor experiences with the US Navy-- what there is of it--haven't left him friendly. They're still at war over on the American continent, but the French were a bigger problem until just recently.]

What kind of a uniform is that for a soldier?

Spam booo possessed shaving mirror is too strange!

[raisedinabox]

Standard issue, Sir.

[John's watching Styles eat now, there's food there that he hasn't seen in months. Fresh fruit and meat... but this is no time to be thinking of food.]

I'm from December the 8th, 1917. [He adds, as by now he's almost getting used to the other soldiers not recognizing his uniform as the standard issue that it clearly is.]

Re: Spam booo possessed shaving mirror is too strange!

[der_umgekehrte]

Don't 'sir' me, boy. I'm no hofficer.

[Superstition and balderdash, like Lieutenant Commander Bennwick's poetry. Captain Bennwick, he is now, probably still full of Knights and elves and rot. But you can't sail long and not be a little superstitious.]

My mother told me if I didn't behave the fairies'd take me for a hundred years, but I thought they were long past coming.

[raisedinabox]

No? Okay, Mister, you got it.

[He glances up to the other man's face, briefly, then back down to the food. His hands went through the motions of checking the rifle, a little half heartedly.]

You reckon that's what this is? Someone else was saying to me he thought we were all crazy.

[wakethedragon]

I'm Prince Rhaegar Targaryen. [Everyone seems to be using their titles, so he uses his. Although he doesn't quite understand what 'Private' means.]

I'm from Westeros, although my people originally hail from Old Valyria. I am unfamiliar with your land. [Or your weapons, hot damn, son. Could I take some of those home with me so I don't die? That would be great.] I was fighting in a battle and I somehow ended up here.

[raisedinabox]

Is that... in Russia? [Because that shit sounds like a Russian name, bro.] I was waiting to go into battle as well, before I was brought here, and there's a good number of other soldiers here also, Sir.

[wakethedragon]

Russia? [What is Russia. He would have guessed one of the Free Cities, but he's made a study of all the known places of Westeros and Essos, and 'Russia' rings no bells.]

No, Westeros is Westeros. I'm more specifically from the Seven Kingdoms. We don't rule beyond the Wall. The wildlings are their own people.

I believe I was actually in battle. I certainly look it. I'm having trouble remembering how I arrived here.

Have demands been made?

[raisedinabox]

Sorry, Sir, I've never heard of that place you're talking about. [Pause.] I heard on the radio once, that there are probably whole tribes and societies in the Amazon and the Arctic that we've never encountered yet? Maybe that's where Westeros is? [Because Time Travel is bad enough without adding whole other worlds to the mix, thank you very much.]

Demands? From the people who brought us here? [Pause.] I don't think so, I don't think we've heard from them at all.