001 greendream | video & action

[greensights]

Who: Jojen Reed & you
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Marsiva
When: 7/3

[ The feed starts when deep green eyes open, they don't open to feel relieved or rested - they open with the same dark circles under them that Jojen Reed has had for far too long. The boy may have been asleep but he did not rest. In all honesty, he can't remember closing his eyes. It doesn't make him nervous, or at least it doesn't seem to, however. He's used to being so worn thin that blinking turns to rest. What the thirteen year old isn't used to is awakening in a room so odd looking, and on a bed he'd consider far more comfortable than any he's been on in a while.

The chill that reaches down and wraps around his bones is not one he is unused to either, but the coldness of the floor on his bare feet etches a languid frown in his features when they find the floor. He doesn't move for a long moment, simply observing his surroundings. ]

Meera? Bran?

[ His voice is quiet and cautious, almost like he doesn't actually want anyone to hear him. He isn't to die, not yet. Instead of pulling himself off the bunk, the boy glances down to the floor, observing its craftsmanship oddly but curious. Fear tinges somewhere deep under his skin, but he pushes it back, and instead reaches for his shoes - discarded by someone other than him - next to his bed. If he is going to be caught off-guard, he will not be doing it barefoot with the possibility of having to leave his shoes behind and trudge through snow again.

He just wants to go home. ]

Hello?

[ He isn't used to feeling like such a fish out of water, not when it comes to knowledge of the situation he's in. For someone who often looks aloof in even the most distressing situations, he looks young and confused. ]

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[passingthrough]

[They don't mind bringing children here, do they? Kitty minds it though. She doesn't know the people he's calling for, but she does recognize the name Bran if it is the same one. Several people from Tyrion's world have mentioned the name enough for her to know he's here.]

There's a communicator. It's what I'm using to speak to you. [Sometimes she plays games with people who think she's a disembodied voice, but not today.]

[greensights]

[ That spooks him, and he can't help the way his head jerks towards the sound of her voice. It takes him a moment, but then he's tilting his head, and the shock turns to curiosity. He's never heard the word communicator, but something about it is familiar, and he thinks himself intelligent enough to put two and two together.

At least he's found the source of the voice, curiously peering at the communicator as she dubbed it. He's never seen anything like this before. ]

This isn't mine. [ Logically, it isn't. His hand moves to pick it up, his grasp gentle as he turns it around and around observing. ]

[passingthrough]

It is now. [Don't worry. Just a face looking back at you from a screen too. Nothing too alarming, right? Okay, that might be freaky.]

[greensights]

[ No, that's definitely alarming, well, it would be to most people. But Jojen has seen stranger things, in his dreams and in the real world. He stills, keeping the camera faced towards him unknowingly as he stares back at her. ] Thank you, my lady. [ Because he's taking that as it's hers to give him. ]

You can see me, as I can see you?

[video]

[nedstarksbastard]

[Wait a moment--

--Jon's face is carefully, carefully blank.]

You're on the Marsiva. Has anyone told you anything more yet? [And now that's out of the way:] How do you know Bran?

[greensights]

A ship? [ The way Jon spoke about it, at least it sounded like some sort of ship. ] What all is there to tell me?

[ Jon's may be carefully blank, but something tugs up at the corners of Jojen's lips, leaving a ghost of amusement on his face. ] Lord Bran and I are friends, I pledged my house to him - House Reed - as did my sister.

[ He'd be more worried about this turn of events if it weren't for the fact that he knows undoubtedly he got Bran where he needed him to be. ]

[nedstarksbastard]

Plenty.

[But first--House Reed. Jon relaxes, then, at the mention of the pledge.] I'm glad to hear it. [Bran doesn't have very many friends, back in Winterfell. Or. Didn't.] I think he would be too, he's here. As are most of us--the Atroma seem overly fond of Westeros.

[video]

[summerschild]

Jojen!

[Bran's shout is joyful and unrestrained, loud enough to make the communicator buzz with static.]

Can you hear me? Jojen!

[greensights]

[ So, he had flinched the first time his communicator had started making noise at him - a lady talking to him, but when he hears Bran's shouts, it causes him to jerk away from the communicator like it attacked him, at least for a moment.

He recognises the little lord's voice. ] Bran. [ It's perhaps a little relieved. ]

I can hear you, far better than you seem to think. [ His humour is a shell of anything it ever has been in the past, but it's a weak attempt. ]

[summerschild]

[It's been more than a year since Bran has seen Jojen, and the sheer awe on his expression is apparent as he scans his friend's face. Jojen looks the same as when he last saw him, the day they reached the Wall, but the Fleet heals injury and ailment when it brings its passengers in. It would be impossible to tell if anything had happened since Bran's departure.]

Are you on the Marsiva? Is Meera with you?

[He barely tries to hope for the latter.]

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[steeledskin]

[ -- she waits. sansa does not turn on her feed until she witnesses the first few interactions with both bran and jon. by all accounts, the boy should be safe to speak with. a reed, of all folk. loyal. it almost lets her breathe easier when she toggles the device's record button. ]

My Lord. You are far from home. But any ally of my brother's is welcome. [ she must scrape together enough courage to say her own name. ] I am Sansa. Of House Stark. It is good to meet another Northerner.

I hope it's okay to assume he's had greendreams about her? I imagine he's had them about all her fam

[greensights]

( If it's not I can retcon this and pretend like he hasn't. )

[ He would recognise a Stark anywhere, with his dreams and his family's loyalty, the wolves are very familiar, and Jojen's eyes watch her through the feed with a soft kindness and quiet interest. Clearly she's been spying on what he's had to say, knowing he's both safe enough to share her name with and that he's an ally of her brother. ] Thank you, Lady Sansa. [ He tips his head in respect, and while his hand may have come up to rest over his heart for a moment, it goes unseen from the angle he's holding the communicator. ] I take it you've already learned my identity. [ There's a flicker of something on his tired face, whether it was amusement or something akin, it's gone quickly. ] It seems bright minds and resourcefulness runs in your family's blood.

It is good to meet you, in person, my lady. [ If this really qualifies... He can't help but think of how unsafe it is for her to be so close to her siblings, if only for the fact that he's aware there's a pretty price for wolves' heads. ] I've been far from home for a while.

it's ABSOLUTELY ok. c:

[steeledskin]

[ she watches him about as closely as he watches her. each little tic -- and each careful word -- paints a picture of the young lord. her nose wrinkles a touch at his compliment, not because she doesn't like it (she falls prey especially to flattery) but because she isn't certain she wants her resourcefulness to be known. ]

Bran speaks well of you and your lady sister, my lord. And I am grateful to you for all you've done for him. I should like to meet you again once you're no longer aboard the Marsiva.

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[bryces_pup]

[Another Westerosi. Atroma is fond of those from their world. And he seems to know Bran. The name Meera is also familiar to her, though only in passing from what Bran told her. Riona turns on her communicator to welcome the boy.]

Do you see a shiny little box thing near you? I'm talking to you from there. And you can speak with me through it as well.

[greensights]

[ If he weren't aware of when he was dreaming, this would make him think he was just having another greendream with how strange things are. He has questions, but he's always shown the answers in time. Even to questions he doesn't want to know the answer to.

The camera of his own device goes black for a moment as Jojen reaches down and grabs the communicator. After a bit of movement, his face can be seen again, peering at her. ] I'm unsure of how I sent message to you, but thank you for responding in haste, Lady--

[bryces_pup]

Riona. And it may have turned on on its own, or perhaps you hit it in your sleep. They like to do that when people first arrive. [She smiles comfortingly.] It's for the best. While you're on the Marsiva, the ship you're on, the only way to communicate with the rest of the fleet is through this thing.

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[aliased]

bran who?

Perma video because what are communicators

[greensights]

[ What is this. What. ]

Is Bran that common of a name?

[ Sorry, he's not just going to go blabbing about knowing the Starks. Even if he gets the feeling this is another wolf, and his feelings are seldom wrong. ]

text » because she's stubborn

[aliased]

bran who?

text

[theboogieman]

[he doesn't normally reach out to strangers over the network, but he's got a soft spot for kids and people who look like they've never slept a day in their lives. this new passenger is both, so here he is. a message appears on Jojen's communicator, among the other greetings.]

home is far away. we're among the stars now.

Perma video because what are communicators

[greensights]

[ Jojen's lips tug into a slight frown. ]

A ship that sails the stars. Curious. Where is your home?

and perma text because how do socializing

[theboogieman]

also far. it's a place called Ireland.

[not that he's ever met anyone else from there. on second thought, Planet Earth might have been a better answer.]

video;

[reek]

[ As bitter as Theon is about his upbringing among the Starks, he still cares for all of them deeply. Especially Bran, who could currently be dying of toothpaste ingestion. After learning about his own future from Asha, Theon is also just a little paranoid. ]

Who are you? How do you know Bran?

[ And do you have a shit ton of bananas, because... ]

[greensights]

[ Oh, look, it's the sea. Jojen's face becomes even more tinged with wariness. ]

I was with the young princes when you seized Winterfell. I helped them avoid being your hostages.

[ Do you ever get the feeling someone doesn't like you, Theon? ]

You drowned many of Bran's friends.

[reek]

[ Maybe it was a mistake for him to be the one person to use the video option, but there's no fixing it now. His eyebrows knit together as he tries to place Jojen. Has he seen him before, somewhere in the chaos of Winterfell? Maybe, but there had been too many people, too many faces staring upon him with nothing but loathing in their eyes. If Jojen was among them, he can't quite remember. He had hardly paid the mudmen much mind at all, truthfully, beyond eyeing Meera up a little but that isn't the point. ]

I didn't drown anyone.

[ I didn't burn anyone. I didn't flay anyone. I was trying to keep them safe.

The hatred really does radiate off of Jojen, and Theon wishes he could place him now more than ever. ]

Who are you? I won't ask you again.