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001 greendream | video & action

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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[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.]

[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?

Jojen!

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

Can you hear me? Jojen!

[ 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. ]

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. ]

[ 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. ]

[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.]

That's what the Lord Commander said. [ Bran, why is your sibling talking to him..............

His moss coloured eyes stare back at Bran, not in awe nor in agitation, simply impassive. ] She's not. [ Which means that she's not with Bran, either, if he's asking about her. ]

[ No, he doesn't feel as terrible as he had before, at least not physically but Meera's absence is enough to make him feel less thrilled about it. The curiosity of where she could be grips him and he trails his gaze around the room he's in, double-checking for her. When the search comes up fruitless, his eyes are back towards Bran. ]

You're staring at me in an odd way. [ Like he's got a second head and it's the best thing in the world or something. ]

[ -- 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.

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.]

[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.

[Something sad and tense seems to release in Bran's chest, and he has to swallow down all his emotions at once.]

I've been here for a year. I left you and Meera at the Wall, and they wouldn't let me go back.

( 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.

[ 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--

[ A frown, not one so distant from the one he'd been wearing before he awakened on the ship, washes over his features. Something is going on that he doesn't understand, and while he doesn't have the answers yet, he will. He's no use to anyone if he does not know things.

While the story Bran is giving him isn't one that makes much sense, he trusts his prince. ]

And what of Hodor?

[ Jojen pauses, pressing his lips into a line before clicking his tongue. He parses what he says next carefully, not wanting to send Bran the message that he doesn't believe him or that he's calling him a liar. ] I'm afraid my memory of events differs from that of my lord's.

[ 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?

[ 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.

bran who?

[ Something about her expression at the compliment causes him mild amusement, though he keeps his face neutral. He knows better than to think she's anything akin to simple minded, but if she wishes to play the role he won't cause her any trouble. He swore an oath to the Starks, if that means playing along with whatever makes them more comfortable, he will. ]

He has spoken highly of you as well, and my father of your entire family. [ The Reeds have been loyal to the Starks for long enough that it comes naturally to him, he finds them a likable family compared to most. ] Anything I can do for your family is my pleasure. Most say it, but few mean it, as I do. [ Bran is his friend. A good one at that. Her family has been good to his. ]

Of course, whenever that may be.

[ she's distracted. her eyes are elsewhere -- but after a heartbeat or three, her attention hones back in upon the conversation. softly, and with a plaintive note: ] It has been some time since I have met a true friend to my House, my lord.

If I have anything to ask of you, than it would only be the string of numbers assigned to you by your funny little device -- the one you're using to speak with me.

[ until she has that number, she cannot communicate privately with him. and she longs to do everything outside of the general purview of the fleet. perhaps the atroma and the audience would still hear their chat, but at least the other passengers wouldn't. ]

[ 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. ]

bran who?

[ Yes, this is certainly a Stark. ]

You refuse to show your face, as the others have.

[ Her words are true, so many have betrayed and attacked the Starks. It's one of the reasons he so desperately needed to help Bran. ] Many think wolves have no place in the world.

[ Her request causes him to draw his attention away from her, eyeing the device to try to find what she's talking about. Give him a moment, he's smart enough to figure this out.

He clicks his tongue when he finds what she wants. Giving her a glance that seems like more of a silent question more than anything, if she is ready for him to read them to her, and after a second he'll read what he assumes is what she's looking for to her. ] Is that what you wished for, my lady?

Yes -- [ she betrays a spark of interest. a middling glimmer of victory, but it passes quickly. these emotions are flashes in the pan for sansa stark; they don't linger the way sadness does.

it only takes a moment for her to key his frequency into her device. the feed houses a little more static, and is less reliably stable, but at least it's private. although that doesn't afford her any extra relaxation. she looks as stiff as she did when she first answered his message.

he receives a text missive with her own frequency. ] And here are mine, should you need to reach me. [ ... ] Although Robb is here, and I imagine anything of import ought to be addressed to him foremost.

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

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it's ABSOLUTELY ok. c:

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Perma video because what are communicators

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I can't believe Sansa asked jojen for his digits

#northernambitions