001 || video + action

[nedstarksbastard]

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.]

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[nedstarksbastard]

[The names hit him a knife to the gut--and Jon should know, he's been stabbed there very recently. He sits down on his cot once more, clearly shaken up by this--Robb's here. Bran's here. Sansa's here. His family is here, and not for the first time, he wonders if this isn't some kind of--of afterlife. But if so, where's their father?]

Bran, I--

[Bran died before Robb did, didn't he?]

There's. There's something you should know, about what happened in Westeros after you-- [died, Robb's dead, and the last thing I remember I'd just been stabbed--]

We have to talk.

[summerschild]

[No, not now, Bran wants to say. Not when we've just been reunited. This should be a happy moment, not one clouded by the grief and regret of more bad news. Jon is safe and alive at the Wall, and all Bran wants to do is listen to his stories and feel the broad-shouldered safety of his presence.

But they are all men here, and he has a duty.]

What must you tell me?

[nedstarksbastard]

It's about Robb, after--after Greyjoy [killed you] sacked Winterfell.

[He's just not going to talk about the part where he got stabbed to death, just yet. There's other things to worry about, first.]

[private]

[summerschild]

[Quickly, Bran switches the device to a private setting. Even after seven months he's clumsy with the device, but he's seen the action performed enough to replicate it.]

Sansa told me, but I think Robb might not know.

[private]

[nedstarksbastard]

[He lets out a sigh of relief. Good, he at least won't have to tell Bran about that, but now--his brow furrows.]

I thought dying would stand out in someone's memory. [Especially the way Robb did. For the Watch, someone says, and Jon's hand flutters to his stomach at the thought, almost expecting to find a dagger buried there.]

[summerschild]

[Bran shakes his head, his usual solemnity having returned in full.]

King Robert didn't seem to know either. He wasn't here for very long.

[nedstarksbastard]

King Robert was here.

[Completely, utterly deadpan. Yeah. Okay. Why not, today hasn't been strange enough already. Next thing he knows, the Mad King might show up, he won't even bat an eyelid anymore.]

Is it usual? For the dead to not remember dying? [Because if so, then what does that mean for him?]

[summerschild]

[At that, Bran's eyes grow a little wider, a little more haunted. It's not a pleasant thought, and he finds himself back in the tower on the water, wondering if something happened that he doesn't recall.

Does this mean any of them could be dead?]

I don't know. I don't know anyone else who's...

[nedstarksbastard]

[Me, he doesn't say, I'm dead, I remember dying. But--no, he can't quite say it. Not yet. Not over this, Bran deserves to hear it without this in the way. He sees the way Bran's eyes grow wide, and immediately his brow furrows, worried.]

Bran--I'm sorry, it doesn't matter. I only wondered why. [Oh, shit, he did something wrong, didn't he. What's he going to change the subject to--] How long have you all been here?

[summerschild]

Robb has not been here long, and Sansa came some weeks before him. But I- [Oh, gods, after this precious time with his family Bran doesn't even want to think about before.] ... Atroma took me half a year ago.

[nedstarksbastard]

[Oh.

...wait. Only half a year--but Bran's been dead for a little longer than that, so how--but Greyjoy had lost some time as well--

--yeah, you know what, Jon's just not even going to think about the timeline anymore. Time apparently doesn't mean shit here. No, what he's going to focus on is that Bran was alone, and even if he was in good hands for his stay here, Jon's still kind of not happy that Bran went through a significant period of time where he was the only one around.]

You were alone for that long? [OH, NO, BB BRO.] Gods--were you all right?

[summerschild]

[He is quick to nod, hoping to reassure Jon.]

I haven't been alone. There's been Ino, and Allen, and Toph. They're my friends.