[the feed clicks on to show a woman, seemingly in her 30's, wearing armor and a serious expression. the last wavers a little when she looks into her netbook, a blip of uncertainty here and then gone; although she had spent some time scouring the network for any trace of Thalmor presence, putting herself out in the open even marginally is still a habit gone rusty from deliberate disuse.]

This is a strange device, no question. Magic, I'd guess - yet not quite. [a pause, then she moves on.] I'm not sure what a resistance group wants with an innkeeper, but they have one now anyway. Speaking of, I was told by that robed woman that my weapon would prove to be...."semi-sentient", I believe was the term.

[the camera pans down to show the katana in her hand. the blade looks very, very sharp, as if it had been honed to a new edge recently. the camera's view lingers upon it a bit longer than is strictly necessary before returning to delphine's face.]

Can anyone here verify that?

[another pause, longer this time. she's planned out what to say, but there's still a creeping sense of unreality now that the moment of truth has come.]

I'd also like to talk to one Martin Septim.

[that name, a legend in tamriel, had given her a start when she had come across it in her long study of this device. she's mostly convinced it's but a coincidence, a funny quirk of happenstance.....but delphine got by on her gut, not by blithely trusting odd turns of fate.

she does not give her own name just yet, preferring to wait and gauge any initial reactions.]

ooc: upon reflection...for the sake of making sense, martin's thread will happen last!

Sylar?

[ It’s the first thing out of his mouth as he turns on his comm because he wants to know if the other man is here, and he wants to know it now. ]

Anyone here know a guy by the name of Sylar? Gabriel Gray, maybe?

[ But after another few seconds of empty air-time, where all he does is look unhappy, Peter figures he might as well say something else. ]

You know... if this isn’t my government, my resistance, why do I have to fight? Why am I even here? There’s more important things going on back where I came from and I don’t have time to deal with this.

I’ve been to the future before, and I can’t stay here.

[ Have a heavy sigh. ] How am I even supposed to know any of this is real?