One. Video.
[The video clicks on: ohai CnC, it is your favourite Apocalyptic Mini-Me! He’s looking frazzled, and he’s panting as if he’s just run a race; the camera’s at an odd angle, because he’s sitting slumped against the porter-building’s wall.]
… never messing around with sodding time portals, ever again.
[He runs his fingers through his hair, props his head up on his hand: it’s taking him a while to reorient himself. He's starting to calm down a little, too.]
This is still the City, yeah? Looks the same, what with the AI bint and all, but it’s gone and done a bloody Narnia on me with all the snow. How long's it been since I was here, then? I reckon it’s been a couple days on my end, though it was hard to tell with -
[Pause, as he realizes he’s rambling a bit. There’s a clink as he reaches up and grabs his dogtags from the machine. There’s silence for a moment, save for the faint sound of the metal chain as he fiddles with it.]
Er. Jubes? Do I still have a place to sleep? It’s well freezing out there.
[ooc: Jono’s just been nabbed as he jumped into yet another nanite time portal, with an entire army of Iron Man robots in hot pursuit, after doing some epic battling all the way down through various levels of the Stark Towers of a dystopian future. He’s a bit tired and incredibly disoriented.]