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[song_of_ice]

Who: Jon Snow & Open
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: N/A
When: 8/11

[The shouts of the Northern men was still ringing in his ears as he opened his eyes, the quiet of the ship piercing through him. The familiar stones of Wintefell were replaced by steel and machinery he didn't recognize but for some reason understood...at least in passing. Space, ships and other information he had never considered before were fresh in his mind. The darkness beyond the windows was not so mysterious or strange, though it still filled him with the same awe he felt when he stood atop the Wall for the first time.

It took time for his current imprisonment and state to at least hit him, the shock slowly wearing off the longer he sat in silence. After a few hours, he felt ready to turn to the network for the answers he wouldn't find on the Marsiva.]

My name is Jon Snow.

[There seemed little reason to ask about escape, as it seemed there were so many still here. If they could leave by their own will, they would have by now.]

Who are the men that have captured us? Are they taking us somewhere in particular or is this holding cell meant to travel without destination?

Comments

[tallasaking]

[He looks at the man before him for a long, hard moment. No ... this is an older Jon Snow, older than the one who had come before him.]

Well Jon Snow, I hate to tell you this but ... yes, we travel without real destination and, ah, you would not want to try going outside. There is no air.

[song_of_ice]

[Tyrion Lannister. They hadn't seen each other for years, but here he was...looking surprisingly well for a man accused of murder.]

I couldn't, even if I tried. Seems I'm a prisoner on this ship.

[tallasaking]

[Yes, he had his bad moments. Only outweighed by his sheer luck, honestly.]

We are all prisoners here, my friend.

[song_of_ice]

A strange prison.

[His eyes cast out over the expanse of space again, that awe ever present.]

How are we here?

[tallasaking]

I wish I could say I have been in stranger - but this one takes the particular cake.

[He smirked faintly, before he sighed.]

How much science do you understand, Jon Snow?

[song_of_ice]

I had heard you were imprisoned after Joffery.

[It was enough to piece together what happened from the little reports that came North to the Wall and what Sansa said.]

I have a better understanding of space and science than I did before waking here.

[tallasaking]

I was ... and it was particularly unpleasant. I have escaped, however. Made my way across the sea, to the city of Meereen. Where I have seen dragons, Jon Snow.

[He tipped his head sideways.]

Well - then you should know that we are in a vacuum, and we are on a ... space ship. We are not sure of the science of how they got us here - but we are working on it.

[song_of_ice]

There was talk of dragons at the Wall, but... [He didn't think very much about the dragons. His thoughts had always been somewhere else.] You serve Daenerys Targaryen?

[He nodded, casting a glance across the expanse of space.]

With no destination, just a moving prison?

[tallasaking]

Yes, there has been a lot of talk. Let me tell you that the reality is - in fact - a great deal more unsettling ... and wondrous.

[Dragons roasting people is just a reality, honestly, that he is still getting used to.] I do serve her. As her Hand.

[A sigh.]

If there is a destination? They haven't told us about it yet.

[song_of_ice]

It sounds like a tale worth telling. I'd like to know how Tyrion Lannister became hand to Daenerys Targaryen.

[And he has nothing but time until he is moved.]

Usually holding a man hostage has a purpose. This seems as though we're nothing more than pets.