♖ 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]

I don't remember anything either. [she was on her way to school. a long sigh here. hadn't she and her friends put a stop to all the weird kidnappings a couple weeks ago?]

Well, we won't get any answers just sitting around! [she quickly climbs to her feet, dusts off her skirt, and offers out her hand to help the boy up with a friendly smile.] I'm Chie Satonaka, by the way.

[summerschild]

[As soon as she sticks out her hand, Bran deflates. He hasn't often been faced with people who aren't aware of his disability, and speaking about it is still difficult.]

I'm sorry, I can't stand.

[His voice is clipped and somber.]

[skullcracker]

Hm?

[it takes her a second to understand what he's saying, but when it does dawn on her, a horrified look washes over her face, and she immediately retracts her hand.]

Oh! Sheesh, I'm so sorry - I didn't know. Um ...

[jeez good going satonaka, that was rude. she feels really bad about it, and kneels back down on the floor so she's not standing over the kid. what to say now, though.]

... Sorry.

[summerschild]

You don't need to apologize. It isn't your fault.

[He doesn't like pity or sympathy, and his voice is a bit too sharp in reply. He makes himself small beneath the cape, watching as the girl sits down next to him.]

[skullcracker]

[well gosh. this is really awkward. chie fidgets with the hem of her skirt for a moment.]

So ... what's your name?

[summerschild]

Bran.

[He blinks over at her, the "And what's yours?" insinuated.]

[skullcracker]

I'm Chie. [she smiles, doing her best to be reassuring. this has to be tough for him; he's just a kid.] And - I'll look out for you, OK?

[summerschild]

You don't have to. I can look out for myself.

[Not necessarily true.]

[skullcracker]

[chie's got a protection complex a hundred miles wide, so.]

Well - we're both in this place together, so we may as well stick together.

[summerschild]

[Okay, that's a good point. But he still isn't totally convinced.]

Have you seen anyone else around?

[skullcracker]

[she shakes her head.]

No ... sorry. I just woke up here, same as you.

[summerschild]

Did you come from Westeros as well?

[She sure doesn't look like anyone he's seen in Westeros, in those strange clothes...]

[skullcracker]

[chie shakes her head again.]

No, I'm from Japan. Where's Westeros? [it's not a name she recognizes from any history lecture.]

[summerschild]

[He doesn't really know how to answer that. He knows where it is in comparison to Essos and Sothoyros, but aside from that?.]

It's where I live, between the Narrow Sea and the Sunset Sea, to the west of Essos.

[Hoping in vain that she recognizes one of those landmarks. Perhaps Japan is to the far west, or far to the east past Ulthos.]

I haven't heard of Japan, sorry.

[skullcracker]

It's OK - I haven't heard of any of those places you mentioned, either.

[she shrugs. not a big deal.]

We're both here now, right? So we just gotta make the best of it, until we can get home.