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. ]

Comments

[greensights]

[ Your inflections don't faze him, Bran. ]

I warned you people would react like that. Have you been careful? How long have you been spending in -- Beca?

[ A small huff of air passes his lips, almost a sigh. ]

It's not wrong, Bran. Don't let his words discourage you. If it were not right, the Gods wouldn't have given you the ability.

[summerschild]

Not long. [At least, not since he accidentally spent three days in her, exploring a planet, while his crew panicked over his unconscious body.] Just a few hours at a time, to go see the planets. There's no one here to carry me, and my chair won't go everywhere.

[Okay, so he's a little bit self-pitying. No one ever said Bran was a saint.]

[greensights]

[ Just not gonna tell him that, huh? ]

I can try if it pleases you. [ Carrying him might actually wreck any strength this place has given him back, but if it would make him happy.

He pauses, falling deathly silent for a moment, the only thing to say he hasn't died are the rise and falls of his shoulders with his breathing and his blinking. ]

Your chair?

[summerschild]

[Bran doesn't want to say what he's thinking, which is that Jojen might not be able to carry him, so he holds his tongue on that matter.]

It has wheels on it. My friend Hiccup built it for me, so I can get around by myself.

[greensights]

[ Good thing Jojen can't hear that Grade A Rudeness. He did say try. ]


Sounds very useful. I would wish to see it sometime.

[ Actually, he looks rather (well, as rather as Jojen gets) pleased that the little prince can move about on his own. ]

[summerschild]

I'll show it to you, as soon as they do the shuffle.

[Which sounds like the latest dance craze, but Bran swears that it isn't.]

[greensights]

The shuffle?

[ Yeah, he's not sure what to think of that. ]

[summerschild]

Your assignment. I was shuffled to the First Breath, but they switched me to the Blue Fish. And Arya and Jon live on the Three Twins.

[greensights]

[ He has all this weird information floating around in his head -- weirder information -- that he shouldn't have and Bran saying all that, somehow it makes sense which doesn't make any sense.

Green eyes blink slowly, once, then twice, as he stays silent in thought. ]

Why did they switch you?

[ He can worry about three twins later.

He is Tired. ]

[summerschild]

[He looks a little uncomfortable, but it doesn't stop him from answering.]

My old captain made me shoot the guns. Allen didn't like it.

[greensights]

[ He has plenty of questions, but instead of asking them, he asks the important one: ]

Are you pleased with your new ship?

[summerschild]

[He nods decisively.]

I like it a lot. My room is big enough for my wheelchair.

[greensights]

Yes, I imagine that would be important.

[ A beat, then quietly: ]

And you haven't got to fire the guns now.

[summerschild]

[Bran's expression goes a bit mischeivous.]

Do you know what guns are?

[greensights]

[ Bran do you see that frown, because it's there. People have been saying a lot of weird words. ]

No.

[summerschild]

They're a bit like crossbows, only they shoot fire, or pieces of metal.

[At least that's what he gathered.]

[greensights]

Oh.

[ He sounds... unsure. ]

How do they shoot fire?

[summerschild]

I don't know.

[He didn't really stop to ask.]

But they send out a great flash of light, and then whatever you're shooting at explodes.

[greensights]

[ It sounds like something that Jojen is going to research...... ]

Seems like unnecessary danger. I'm glad you do not have to anymore.