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driftfleet2016-02-10 09:41 am
nedstarksbastard) wrote in driftfleet2016-02-10 09:41 am
001 || video + action
Who: Jon Snow and you!
Broadcast: Fleet-wide video, whoops.
Action: Marsiva
When: Present.
[video/action]
[He doesn't feel the fourth knife go in, the cold and the dark already rushing in to claim him. He's not expecting to open his eyes again--he's not really expecting much of anything at all--which makes it a shock when he does. Enough of one, in fact, that the very first thing he does is fall off his cot.
That'll make a great impression on any viewers watching. But right now, Jon Snow doesn't care about that, doesn't know about that, he's looking down at himself in shock--he was stabbed, he remembers that, he remembers the dagger in his belly and in his back and the cold, it had been so cold, but now he's here and it's as though they never were.
He's breathing again. That's--That's also unexpected. Calm down, Snow. You're lucky enough to breathe again.]
Ghost? [It takes him a moment to remember that, right--he left Ghost behind. It feels as if a part of him's been cut off from him, leaving the rest of him adrift and confused. He breathes in, out. All right, he's breathing. He'll deal with the rest of the panic and the rage later, and that growing feeling of being watched, for now he staggers to his feet, clearly still a little dazed, and looks around.] Where am I?
[This is more of a muttered question to himself, rather than one posed to the network, because then he stands up, clearly resolved to do some exploring.]
Broadcast: Fleet-wide video, whoops.
Action: Marsiva
When: Present.
[video/action]
[He doesn't feel the fourth knife go in, the cold and the dark already rushing in to claim him. He's not expecting to open his eyes again--he's not really expecting much of anything at all--which makes it a shock when he does. Enough of one, in fact, that the very first thing he does is fall off his cot.
That'll make a great impression on any viewers watching. But right now, Jon Snow doesn't care about that, doesn't know about that, he's looking down at himself in shock--he was stabbed, he remembers that, he remembers the dagger in his belly and in his back and the cold, it had been so cold, but now he's here and it's as though they never were.
He's breathing again. That's--That's also unexpected. Calm down, Snow. You're lucky enough to breathe again.]
Ghost? [It takes him a moment to remember that, right--he left Ghost behind. It feels as if a part of him's been cut off from him, leaving the rest of him adrift and confused. He breathes in, out. All right, he's breathing. He'll deal with the rest of the panic and the rage later, and that growing feeling of being watched, for now he staggers to his feet, clearly still a little dazed, and looks around.] Where am I?
[This is more of a muttered question to himself, rather than one posed to the network, because then he stands up, clearly resolved to do some exploring.]
video.
Someone's answered most of them, but aye, I've a few more to ask.
video.
[She wasn't sure if he was just being short with her or secretive.]
I'll do my best to answer them if you choose to ask.
[She won't press it. Let him get himself sorted first. The arrival is always jarring, or so she thinks. For her it had been.]
video.
How long have you been here? [The longer she's been here, the more she should know, right? Right. And someone's already given him the basic spiel already, he's pretty much set. At least he thinks so.]
video.
[Totally not going to make herself look dumb by saying she's only been here, at least, a few weeks at most. It certainly felt like longer. Really she just wants to help make some of these new faces comfortable, as others had done for her.]
I do believe it proper to give introductions, however. I am Daenerys of House Targaryen.
video.
Jon Snow, of the Night's Watch. [Ned Stark's son, of Winterfell. It's on the tip of his tongue, but he holds it back, not completely sure how this woman will take it, not completely sure he can trust her. But he does think, well--there's one thing he can tell her about, one thing he's sure she at least deserves to know.] I've--I've something to tell you of your family, my lady.
video.
[Snow she knew, meant he was from the North. So many Northerners here and the only person she could trust was a Lannister. Ironic, that.
She is as calm as a pool of water, sitting attentively with her hands in her lap, waiting for this news he wished to give her. She knew of Aegon from Tyrion, but surely the Night's Watch would tell King's Landing if they knew? Or perhaps not, given they distanced themselves from politics of the Seven Kingdoms. She felt a chill crawl down her spine, worry knotting her stomach.]