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driftfleet2016-03-02 04:10 pm
nedstarksbastard) wrote in driftfleet2016-03-02 04:10 pm
Entry tags:
002 || video + action
Who: Two literal five-year-olds. (aka: Jon Snow and Theon Greyjoy [reek])
Broadcast: fleetwide! whoops.
Action: Three Twins. sorry gang.
When: now!
[Here’s the setting: the engine room of the Three Twins, and Jon is nowhere to be found. Judging from the sounds of the engines humming coming just off-screen, though, he sounds like he’s actually working on something. Or just trying to familiarize himself with how his new equipment and the ship works--he’s learned from the last disaster he’s had, thankfully off the ship.
Apparently, however, he still hasn’t learned from the last time he was unknowingly filmed, but this time it’s a different culprit.
The culprit isn't a particularly good cameraman. The video is shaky, and the occasional thumb makes an appearance over the lens, but somehow with a little quiet maneuvering, the mystery man manages to get Jon into frame. ]
They're actually letting you work down here? Did they miss your previous attempt?
[ The voice is sharp, it's smug, and there's a note of laughter in every word. Surprise, it's everyone's favorite mess, Theon Greyjoy. ]
Well, I suspect they won't miss it this time. Do your crew a favor and try to keep the fire down this time, Snow.
[Jon makes a noise and whips around. It sounds vaguely like a particularly sulfurous curse that, had Jon Snow known a mother, he wouldn’t even dream of spitting out at his worst enemy. But as things stand, Theon’s getting very, very close to that rank, and Jon never knew his mother anyway.
Note that he has a wrench in his hand. That’ll come in handy later.
His eyes narrow when he sees Theon. This won’t go too well, clearly.]
What are you doing here? [And--wait. Is that--he points his wrench at the communicator.] And turn that off, Greyjoy.
[ Theon only laughs and takes a step closer to bring Jon (and the wrench) further into view. He truly believes Jon is about to set this entire engine room on fire, and proof of it on video would be nothing less than delicious. ]
Simple enough. I sensed your stupidity and had to come see it take shape again. [ You don't need to see Theon's face to know he's grinning a cheshire grin. His smile is totally audible. ] I thought everyone else would like to see as well. I'm sure they're willing to wait.
[This is the face of a man who is most definitely a hair’s breadth from just throwing something at Theon’s head. What is it about Greyjoy that brings out Jon’s inner five-year-old, really?]
You’ve wasted their time then. [Do you see any fires here?] Turn that off and leave, Greyjoy. [Or else, is the underlying threat here. And judging from how tense he is he’s very likely to carry out the unspoken threat.]
[ Another laugh from Theon. He's never humored Snow before, so why should he start now? The shakiness of the camera subsides a bit, as if Theon's leaned back against a wall to wait for the real show to begin. ]
Give it a moment, then we'll decide if I've wasted their time.
[Well. He warned him, and Jon’s angry enough now that he decides, fine. He might not have a sword or any kind of viable weapon with him, but he has a wrench and it’s heavy and it should do the job just fine.
Said wrench is not in Jon’s hand anymore, it’s just been thrown straight at Theon’s head, and Jon himself is probably (read: definitely, whether Theon gets hit or not) going to follow that up with making an attempted grab for the communicator so he can turn it off, which won’t turn out all that well.]
[ Theon tries, he tries so hard to duck the wrench because Jon is predictable and was obviously going to make use of what he had. He nearly makes it, but judging by the loud swear he lets out, he clearly wasn't quick enough. ]
Seven hells, you ass... [ The video is shaking something awful now as two medieval five year olds wrestle with one another to stop it from recording. ] Stop--get away from me, Snow! You're doing it wrong.
Then give it--[wait. Shit.
Wrong button.]
((black is Jon, gold is Theon!))
reek])Broadcast: fleetwide! whoops.
Action: Three Twins. sorry gang.
When: now!
[Here’s the setting: the engine room of the Three Twins, and Jon is nowhere to be found. Judging from the sounds of the engines humming coming just off-screen, though, he sounds like he’s actually working on something. Or just trying to familiarize himself with how his new equipment and the ship works--he’s learned from the last disaster he’s had, thankfully off the ship.
Apparently, however, he still hasn’t learned from the last time he was unknowingly filmed, but this time it’s a different culprit.
The culprit isn't a particularly good cameraman. The video is shaky, and the occasional thumb makes an appearance over the lens, but somehow with a little quiet maneuvering, the mystery man manages to get Jon into frame. ]
They're actually letting you work down here? Did they miss your previous attempt?
[ The voice is sharp, it's smug, and there's a note of laughter in every word. Surprise, it's everyone's favorite mess, Theon Greyjoy. ]
Well, I suspect they won't miss it this time. Do your crew a favor and try to keep the fire down this time, Snow.
[Jon makes a noise and whips around. It sounds vaguely like a particularly sulfurous curse that, had Jon Snow known a mother, he wouldn’t even dream of spitting out at his worst enemy. But as things stand, Theon’s getting very, very close to that rank, and Jon never knew his mother anyway.
Note that he has a wrench in his hand. That’ll come in handy later.
His eyes narrow when he sees Theon. This won’t go too well, clearly.]
What are you doing here? [And--wait. Is that--he points his wrench at the communicator.] And turn that off, Greyjoy.
[ Theon only laughs and takes a step closer to bring Jon (and the wrench) further into view. He truly believes Jon is about to set this entire engine room on fire, and proof of it on video would be nothing less than delicious. ]
Simple enough. I sensed your stupidity and had to come see it take shape again. [ You don't need to see Theon's face to know he's grinning a cheshire grin. His smile is totally audible. ] I thought everyone else would like to see as well. I'm sure they're willing to wait.
[This is the face of a man who is most definitely a hair’s breadth from just throwing something at Theon’s head. What is it about Greyjoy that brings out Jon’s inner five-year-old, really?]
You’ve wasted their time then. [Do you see any fires here?] Turn that off and leave, Greyjoy. [Or else, is the underlying threat here. And judging from how tense he is he’s very likely to carry out the unspoken threat.]
[ Another laugh from Theon. He's never humored Snow before, so why should he start now? The shakiness of the camera subsides a bit, as if Theon's leaned back against a wall to wait for the real show to begin. ]
Give it a moment, then we'll decide if I've wasted their time.
[Well. He warned him, and Jon’s angry enough now that he decides, fine. He might not have a sword or any kind of viable weapon with him, but he has a wrench and it’s heavy and it should do the job just fine.
Said wrench is not in Jon’s hand anymore, it’s just been thrown straight at Theon’s head, and Jon himself is probably (read: definitely, whether Theon gets hit or not) going to follow that up with making an attempted grab for the communicator so he can turn it off, which won’t turn out all that well.]
[ Theon tries, he tries so hard to duck the wrench because Jon is predictable and was obviously going to make use of what he had. He nearly makes it, but judging by the loud swear he lets out, he clearly wasn't quick enough. ]
Seven hells, you ass... [ The video is shaking something awful now as two medieval five year olds wrestle with one another to stop it from recording. ] Stop--get away from me, Snow! You're doing it wrong.
Then give it--[wait. Shit.
Wrong button.]
((black is Jon, gold is Theon!))
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His place on the Wall is what will keep him alive, not his status as a bastard.
[ Theon probably should have acted sooner and gotten his ass to the wall as well. He'd be saved a lot of trouble. ]
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Whatever keeps one alive should not be dismissed. After all, little else does.
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What would you know about it? You've yet to introduce yourself.
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[ He bows, curt and short. Low enough to give respect, but short enough to know that Leto doesn't need to. In a way, Leto outranks him. ]
I am Leto Atreides the II, of the House Atreides.
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[ There are plenty of small, unimportant houses scattered throughout the Seven Kingdoms, but Leto has proven himself familiar with both House Greyjoy and House Stark. Surely Theon should have heard at least a murmur of the name. ]
Where is the seat of House Atreides located?
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Far away. You will not know the place. As it stands, does it matter from where I hail from? I have no part in your game of thrones.
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And yet you are well enough aware of the Iron Islands. Do you come from beyond the Wall?
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[ He points to the ceiling. ]
You're in space now. Living among the stars. I come from such a star, such a place. Where our thrones are made of gold and Houses squabble for more.