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Who: Robb Stark & you
Broadcast: Fleetwide broadcast & some action
Action: The Marsiva
When: 22nd of December

[Before he starts to talk Robb peers into the box given to him. Apparently it works like ravens only faster and without wings. And would it also mean that everyone could see him?.

He figures he should sound firm and sure. Especially in an environment he does not entirely know. Well, he knows some things but not enough to string things together properly.]

Good morrow. How did I arrive here? [He rolls his shoulders a little and moves a hand through his hair.] I have heard I am part of a show. But why is that so? [Could people really see him through this thing? He peers into the box again and for a moment anyone hearing this can see a large blue eyeball gazing at them. Finally it zooms out and Robb talks again.] I have not asked for this. There are other places where I am needed.

I appreciate all answers. The ones who are able to send me back to where I belong will not be forgotten. If it is coin you wish we can talk of that. My name is Robb Stark. [A pause. Still, he has to know so he asks the most important question of all.]

Can anyone see me through this?

[Robb is still wearing the clothes he came with. He remembers he spilled a bit of grease on his collar when he was at the Twins but it seems to be gone completely. When he looks at the direwolf pin that keeps his cloak together it seems to shine even more than it did before he entered lord Frey's great hall.

He walks slowly towards the large windows and narrows his eyes a little. He has been told about space and planets. He has been told about ships flying through space to visit said planets but the actual view is even more impressive than he imagined it to be.

His fingers tighten around the crown he is holding in his hands.]

It is a never ending darkness...

[He mutters the words more to himself than anyone who is close to him. Gods, it is even more impressive than he imagined it to be. Like the blue sky only further than that.]

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Related to Lady Sansa, perhaps?

[ james is under unofficial unspoken orders to call her lady sansa until further notice, okay. have a teenager with glasses and perpetually messy hair, eyes bright with a grin in place. pretty happy to see robb for someone who's never met him. ]

I'll chat with you, no money needed.

[A face pops up on magic box thing, appearing pretty interested.]

Hey, do you know a Bran Stark?

Robb!

[Bran is fiddling with the device when the broadcast comes through - attempting to take a video of the fox pup currently sleeping on his lap - and he nearly drops it out of haste and excitement. The grief of the past three weeks is thrown aside. Robb is here. He's here, and alive, and that's his face glowing on the screen and his voice, tinny and distant, coming out of the speakers. Bran feels that he could nearly cry with relief.]

I can see you! I'm here!

[There's snow in his too-long hair and his cheeks are bright with the cold - he's currently down on Arslae, the snow planet, and its white wilderness stretches out behind him. Woken by the noise, the fox pup wakes up and inserts its snout into the picture.]

[Oh. People can see him after all. He blinks a couple of time when someone appears on the little screen. And the blinking stops the second when that someone mentions his sister's name. Just like that. Space is endless, the sky is blue and he is related to Sansa.]

Aye. You speak as if you know her. Is she here?

[But Sansa is far away in King's Landing and he should have come for her. She cannot possibly be here. This place is even more far away than Westeros as a whole.]

Is Sansa here?

[This one seems to be a young girl and it is absolutely fascinating that all these people seem to be stuck inside such a small box.

Yet, when she speaks of Bran he turns pale and he presses his lips onto each other. Bran is dead and it is his fault.]

He was my brother.

[ brother, probably. ]

Calm down, she's here. Safe and sound. She's one of my friends.

[ hopefully a brother sansa likes, but robb seems to be protective of her. and james isn't getting a bad vibe. still, he won't tell him precisely what ship she's on just yet. just in case. ]

M'sure she'll reach out as soon as she sees your message.

Was? That's harsh.

[A pause, and she shrugs.] Whatever. He'll be happy to see you regardless.

[This is the first one that knows his name right off the bat. Would that mean the show would put it right underneath his face or something like that? But then he realizes who is talking to him.

Did the dead return? Did he die and ended up in some sort of after life? Did the gods answer his prayers? He brings the black box closer to his face and gazes at the image of his dead brother.]

Bran? [His voice is careful and he bites his lower lip for a little moment.] Bran? [Gods, why is he inside the box?] I...I can see you too. [You are dead. The Greatjon told me so.]

Gods be good... I can see you! [And that is when he can feel tears stinging behind his eyes.]

[Robb pulls a bit of a face. He has not seen his sweet sister for such a long time and now he is asked to calm down?]

She cannot be here. If this is your idea of a jape...

[His other words has him shaking the box to see if it can switch to her face somehow. What is she is truly here? What if he could see her again and apologize for never being able to come to her?]

I do not see her. Do you?

[The child's nose twitches with the effort of holding back tears, and he blinks hard. He dreamed this might be possible, after Atroma brought in the long-deceased King Robert, but had hadn't dared to hope...]

Are you on the Marsiva? The big ship, with all of the beds?

[It's a logical question, a sensible one, and it gives him time to swallow down everything he wants to say - Sansa said you'd been murdered, she said you and mother were dead, has that happened for you yet? Do you know that pain? He squares his shoulders, trying to seem tall and lordly. The little fox raises its head and noses at the camera lens.]

I'm on Arslae. And Sansa is here, and King Robert, and Tyrion Lannister.

[ oh boy. ]

Hey -- quit shaking it, it took me a bit to figure out how to use everything too. I haven't got any of this in my world either, but you're only going to see her on that thing if she's connected to the network. She might not be right now.

But she's fine, I swear on it. -- I'm James Potter. On board the Paisley, on most days. We're on a planet right now, so you'll be able to meet up with her sooner than most people.

[Robb presses his lips firmly onto each other and looks quite offended. No stranger has to know of Bran's fate.]

He cannot be here. [Theon Greyjoy has taken care of that.] I do not like it that you speak of him as if he is either. [His voice sounds a lot more strict now.]

I want you to stop that.

[Robb starts to shake the box, wondering if Bran would appear if he does so. He is trying his very best not to cry like a boy but it is not working much and he has to stop to wipe his eyes on his sleeve.]

Aye... the beds. [He notices the little critter in Bran's lap but it is not something he can care about right now.] Can you come to me? I do not know... [Yet, he stops talking when Bran mentions he is somewhere else and a deep frown appears on his face when he mentions his sweet sister, King Robert and the bloody Imp.

They are all here? Are they able to return life to dead people?]

How? All I know of... [He moves away to wipe his eyes again.] Where are you?

[Robb mutters softly while shaking.]

This is folly.

[After more grumbling he appears on the box again.]

Tell her to do that then. Connect to this net work so she can enter the box. Then I can ask her that in person. [A planet. Robb nods to himself. A world that floats in space.] Aye, tell me how I can get to that planet then, ser James. [He knows he sounds curt as he speaks but seeing his sweet sister is so very important right now.]

[Toph can't see the displeasure on his face, but Robb's voice certainly makes it known. Her own brows come together in a scowl.]

Jeez, unbunch your pantaloons or whatever and try not to be a jerk to your little brother's friend. He's here, you'll find that out soon enough.

[ There's a pretty blonde girl on the screen now, with a knowing smile on her face. ]

Bran will be happy to see you.

I- I don't think I'm allowed to, I'm sorry.

[Watching his brother's grief puts his stomach in knots with sadness, and he looks out at the snow, shaking his head. No one can get into the Marsiva, he knows that above all else about the mechanics of this wretched place. Even from aboard their smaller ships, it's an impenetrable fortress.]

There's a world called Arslae, beneath where the Marsiva is sailing. You'll be able to come here once they perform the "shuffle", and send you to one of the smaller vessels.

[It's clinical, instructional, hiding all of the disappointment that he can't just fly up and be with his brother right now. He wants to comfort him, and be comforted, but all they can do is look at each other through this tiny metal box, and sense each other's sadness like a wound.]

... It's been half of a year since I arrived.

Then where is he? [Robb snaps.] The last thing I know of is that... [That his best friend Theon took Bran's head. And that Robb could not march down to Winterfell again, he is a king now.]

...Where is he? I do not see him. Should he be inside the box?

[Robb still blinks at hearing Bran's name. It is still so unreal to know that is brother is here and that there are so many people who know of him.]

I cannot go to him, my lady. The ship does not allow me to leave.

[It does not improve his mood at all.]

[ james is sympathetic; while he's an only child he's sure he'd act the same if sirius or lily or peter showed up. he surely acted the same when remus did. ]

-- you should be able to just leave the ship that you're on. We're docked -- it's a bit cold out, though, be warned. -- and just James is fine.

I'll try texting her.

{ god he'll just rescue the dumb blind kid ]

Bran's in our ship, the Blue Fish. He's fine.

[ pause ]

The box is just a communicator, we're not actually inside it. It just transmits pictures -- if you want to come to the Blue Fish to see Bran, you can. I can give you directions.

[ judging from bran's conversation with robb, zuko is pretty sure robb isn't an actual serial killer or something ]

Hey, pantaloons. Unbunch!

She's getting irritated with his attitude, as much as she tries to empathize.] No one's inside the box, it's a way to communicate. We're all down planetside, so hang on.

[Robb should see her lean away from the machine and yell over.]

Hey, Bran! Telephone!!

[And now--] Enjoy your chat, you can get back to me when you're not going to be completely rude.

[Which leads to the thread with Bran below.]

I'm not on the Blue Fish, I'm on Arslae!

[Bran is so overloaded with information right now HE'S JUST YELLING INTO THE VOID]

[ this is folly and impossibility. more tricks! more japes! more cruel falsehoods, primed to hurt her. but she knows his face and his voice long before he names himself. as much as she wants nothing more than to rush and greet her blood, sansa waits.

she waits and watches while james potter introduces himself. she waits -- quietly observing -- while bran and robb reunite at this distance.

she waits while snowflakes melt in her dark-dyed hair the way they once melted in his before she and father and arya left for the south. and when she can't wait any longer, she whispers: ] Your Grace. [ careful. strained. hurt. ] Robb.

[ king in the north. traitor she may be, but her heart has always raised a banner for him. and all that faith and sorrow culminate in one severe, sad glance from soft blue eyes. ]

Edited 2015-12-22 20:54 (UTC)

Zuko, don't interrupt, it's rude. [Ha ha ha...]

By the way, are you on the ship or planet? If you're down here, I'll need your help.

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