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

[bryces_pup]

[And he'd be quite right.]

It's a bit different than what you're used to in Westeros. Purportedly there is an audience that watches us, who take their fun in watching our lives play out here in the fleet.

[greensights]

[ He's just going to frown, and keep frowning. ]

They haven't got anything better to do?

[bryces_pup]

[A good thing, as there's plenty to frown about.]

You know, it's a very good question. Apparently not. Of course, whether or not we really do have an audience is debatable. All the places we've been to have never heard of Atroma or this show.

[greensights]

What do you think on the debate of our audience, Lady Riona?

[ She's more seasoned than him, though, he has a feeling from what she's said so far, she's a sceptic. ]

[bryces_pup]

Hard to say. But I find it strange that, for as long as the fleet's been traveling, no one has recognized the name or heard of this show.

[greensights]

How would they watch us -- in devices like this?

[bryces_pup]

Possibly. Though I feel like these devices can't be their only means. But how else, I could barely guess. Their technology was new to me when I came here, and I only barely understand it now.