♖ 001.

[summerschild]

Who: Bran Stark and YOU
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: The HS Marsiva Hospitality Deck
When: 6/13

[On the Hospitality Deck, there's a little lump of dirt and fur on the floor next to one of the cots, twisted up in the white sheets. Bran had woken up in a fit of panic, scrabbling for the damp floor of the Queenscrown holdfast, and then-]

Is anyone there? Hello?

[A bump on his head aches from the tumble. He doesn't understand what he's seeing in front of him, through the clear glass of the bowing windows. It makes him dizzy, and he rubs at his nose with one grubby hand. His fur cape is still muddy from the thunderstorm, making him look a bit like an abandoned puppy.]

I need some help!

[He tries to use the cot to pull himself back up, but with a click the wheel unlocks, and sends the bed teetering towards anyone coming across the floor. Oops...]

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[skullcracker]

Ahh! What the -

[guess who else just woke up in the hospitality deck! startled awake by the magic word HELP, even - chie moves too quickly, falling off her cot in the confusion. luckily, she's on the other side of the room as the moving projectile.]

Ow! [she sits up, rubbing her elbow.] Sheesh, that hurt.

[then she finally notices the boy on the floor. one look and she can tell he's in pretty bad shape - he must have been the one calling for help just a moment earlier.]

Hey - are you OK?

[summerschild]

[Bran looks up from the floor, startled by Chie's voice. Relief isn't instantaneous. He doesn't know where he is, or who's around him. This girl doesn't look dangerous, but he's been fooled before. In the back of his brain, he can imagine his hackles rising in apprehension.]

I fell off the cot.

[A rather simple reply, but his head is still spinning.]

Can you tell me where I am?

[skullcracker]

Heh, me too. [she flashes him a sheepish grin - it's kind of an embarrassing thing to do, after all - but quickly gets back to serious.] I ... I don't know. I'm sorry. I don't recognize where we are. [she frowns. it doesn't look like the tv world, that's for sure.] Are you hurt?

[summerschild]

No.

[Said a bit sharply, as he struggles back into a sitting position. He puts his hand down on the cool metal of the communicator, and only scrunches his face further in confusion.]

I don't remember being captured. I was...

[He cuts himself off, trying to reason the events of the past hour. Was it something he'd done? He'd felt himself enter Hodor's mind, and then he had woken up under soft linen and strange lights.]

[asinisterkid]

[ It's a kid -- a kid without the use of his legs, as far as Jason can tell -- and he has to suppress his immediate "FUCK YOU ATROMA" reaction in order to be as soothing as he can. ]

Hey. I can't get to you right now, and I'm sorry. I literally cannot. But you've probably got questions, and I can answer them until help comes, if you want.

[summerschild]

[He startles again at the sudden voice, whipping around to scan the room. This must be another vision, that's the only explanation.]

Who's there?

[He tries to put on his Lord Voice.]

Sh-show yourself.

oops, video;

[asinisterkid]

I can't. [ He's keeping his voice as nonthreatening as possible. ]

But if you can follow the sound of my voice to the little device it's coming from -- it should be coming from somewhere close to you, if you can reach -- you'll be able to see me. They give us all communicators. It's how I'm seeing you right now. I'm just not close enough to do you any good.

And my name's Jason. Jason Todd.

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[princessia]

[ Elize figures it would be best to broadcast her message as video, despite that option being her least favorite function. Audio might make him even more jumpy.

The boy looks a little younger than her, she thinks, but she sounds somewhat nervous as she speaks over the communicator. She's shy, not having much experience talking with many other children. Or most people really. Nonetheless, she'd like to offer help in any way she can.

Unfortunately, she can't reach the Marsiva. So she has stick to talking on the device. ]

Um... hello! I'm here. I'm sorry, I can't get to the room you're in.

[summerschild]

[He still doesn't understand how this strange device works, but at least this time he knows where to look when he hears the tinny voice coming from it. He fumbles with it, fingers getting in the way of the screen, before facing Elize.]

That's alright, there's someone else here.

[Wherever "here" is...]

[princessia]

[ She knows the feeling of being unfamiliar with the all new technology. There was nothing like this in Rieze Maxia. She waits patiently as he fumbles with the device, speaking again once she can see him looking at the feed. ]

Oh. That's good you're not alone.

[ But whoever it is must be a newcomer as well... ]

Has anyone told you about where you are yet? I can try to answer any more questions you might have.

[horrendous]

Whoa whoa whoa!

[Hiccup comes to the rescue then. He'd been walking around, but now there's a bed on the loose. He catches it with his body and pushes against it to keep it in place, though he's not very heavy so there's an awful squeeeaaaak of metal against metal; he has to count on his prosthetic to stop it, and that's gonna hurt. It already hurts now. He winces, but the bed is stopped for now.

He finds Bran soon enough, curled up on the floor in a muddy cloak. He doesn't look very old... he's very small, actually, and Hiccup's reminded of himself. He hobbles over as fast as he can go.]

H-- hey, are you okay?

[summerschild]

[Bran jolts, though he can only move an inch or so back in his position. It's been ages since he encountered a stranger he could trust, and Hiccup's friendly concern isn't enough to alleviate his wariness.]

I'm fine.

[He's trying to use his best lordly voice, though it's rendered somewhat less effective by his size and current state.]

... The bed moved.

[Well, that's obvious. All at once Bran feels very small and miserable, and wants to shout with frustration at this predicament.]

[horrendous]

[Bran's best lordly voice is entirely lost on Hiccup.]

Yeah, I noticed. [The kid can't get up. He's not sure why-- maybe he's tangled? He offers his hand.]

Come on, let's get you up.

[Video]

[savedtheworld]

Whoa!

...Are you alright?

[summerschild]

[By now, Bran's starting to get the hang of this video thing - even if he's still pretty sure it's magic, in spite of Jason's strange explanation. He squints at the unfamiliar face on the little square of light.]

I'm not hurt.

[Don't stare at the arrow tat, don't stare at the arrow tat. Staring is rude.]

Everybody keeps asking, through this box. How many people can see me?

[savedtheworld]

Um... Everyone really! I know it's weird, but it's a magic box, so don't worry about it.

If you weren't hurt, then you should keep trying to ride that bed around! It looks like loads of fun.

[youwillgotohell]

[Morgana - already skittish, already entirely uncertain of what she's doing here - jumps out of the way as the cot comes sailing at her. (In hindsight, she's unduly grateful that her instincts haven't turned to magic the way her dreams have; she could never explain it away.]

Hello?

[Her voice wavers, but the one calling for help seemed young. She makes for the - she can't tell if it's a boy or a dog under all that fur.]

Who's there?

[summerschild]

[Bran winces as the cot skates past her, his face flushing. He makes himself small amongst the muddy fur.]

I'm sorry. I didn't know that it would move.

[youwillgotohell]

[Definitely a boy, then.]

It's all right. [She hesitates for a moment then moves closer, gathering the skirts of her green dress as she crouches near by.]

Are you hurt?

[poetontheinside]

[Jesus Christ. There's days where he doesn't mind being here all that much: there's adventures and interesting people and he's kind of enjoying some time off from having his life endangered in wildly bizarre ways on a daily basis.

But there's also days like this, when there's a kid on the Marsiva, injured at the very least. And he can't even go out to help.

He takes care to make his voice sound calm and helpful when he replies to the broadcast, but he's not smiling.]

Hey, kid. You get someone to help you up yet?

[summerschild]

[He's been put back on the cot by now, and is at least sitting comfortably with the communicator in one hand, and the view of space in front of him. He gives an affirmative little hum to the question, pulling himself back together and putting on his lordly voice.]

Someone was kind enough to offer assistance, thank you.

[poetontheinside]

[That's a pretty lordly voice coming out of such a small boy. Ray grins a little wider, feeling at least slightly better about the situation.]

Good. They catch you up yet, give you the whole space spiel?

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[ino]

[ Oh jeez. This poor kid. ]

There should be other people on the ship with you -- I'm sure someone can help you up.

[ She feels bad, though, so she tacks on: ]

I'd help, but there's no way for us to get onto the Marsiva right now.

[summerschild]

[He's heard that so many times now, that people can't get to him. He furrows his brow at her, but the effect is more "grumpy child" than "peer demanding information".]

Why can't anyone else get to me? Where are you?

[ino]

I'm on a different ship. The Marsiva is set up in a way where once you leave it, you can't get back on it again. At least, not without blowing the whole thing up.

There should be some other people on there with you, though -- have you seen them?