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Network Prompts
ONE: IT WON'T BE LONG NOW... Well, you made a mistake. You spent too long searching around, or you ran outside near the end of the day for just one more thing, and now you've been locked out. You can search around all you want, but the best shelter you can hope for is pressing against the side of a sealed up building. You do still have your tablet, though. Maybe someone on the network can give you some advice, or at least some comfort while you wait for hypothermia to set in.
TWO: CABIN FEVER Maybe you didn't want that mistake of getting caught outside to happen again, but now you've ended up staying too long in one location, and cabin fever has set in. Maybe you're taking to the network to try and ignore the hallucinations. Maybe you want to tell everyone that you've figured out they're all in on your kidnapping. Maybe you ended up wandering off and now you'd really like to know if anyone can check back in the place you were at for your pants.
Action Prompts
THREE: AN UNEXPECTED MEETING You're going about your business searching what seems like it might be an especially promising house--it's fully intact and there's even a working fireplace with some wood! It looks like someone else has the same idea, though, and you've run into them in the middle of your search. Do you share the potential wealth or try to kick them out? On the other hand, maybe you know who this is, or maybe you're just glad to actually see another person for the first time in ages.
FOUR: GOOD MORGUE-NING You've just woken up in a morgue after dying in one unfortunate way or another. You have no idea where you are beyond that, but your tablet is insisting you can't stay here, so you should probably get out of here pretty quickly. Of course, bringing people back from the dead isn't a perfect science, so you're missing something important to you. Maybe you've lost your voice, maybe you can't remember where you're from, maybe you can't remember where you are right now. It looks like someone else is nearby, though. Maybe they can help you out?
[Foolish girl, she kept her head bowed to miss that it was her brother that answered the door. He had only been inside for a short while himself, but long enough to get a fire started.
A hand darted out and grabbed her by the arm, tugging her inside in the warmth. It didn't take seeing her blue lips to know she must be frozen solid, only her northern blood keeping her going. Robb was in this exact predicament not even an hour ago. He should've said something, but he only reacted. Both surprise to see her again, and concerned for her health.
Sansa was startled and scared, and he couldn't blame her, past the stoic features upon his face he was too.]
Stop struggling! Sansa...!
[His hands were upon her shoulders, steadying her and their eyes met.]
[He is not the first to grab her, but then men do as they wish. There is no Luthor Brune to protect her here, and she can only push against the man now bringing her to his chest. The Queen still wants her head, and there's a myriad of other terrible scenarios of how this plays out--
But that voice. It is a voice she has long stopped dreaming of. She can hear it in her memories, faint and distant, and through the long halls of Winterfell. He uses a name that feels nearly dead to her now, not that she has forgotten, but it is a name only one man knows, and the man holding her is certainly not her lord father, Petyr Baelish.
She stops only to look up at the voice, thinking this place is playing tricks on her. He is dead, betrayed by the Boltons. Everyone in King's Landing knew of it, spoke of his death, and what they've done to his body. He can't be real, but he is, and Sansa reaches up to touch his face, confirming that it is her older brother.]
You can't-- [She's know real words in this moment. She is not Alayne, but the younger sister to the King of the North. She is a Stark, and she feels ever more confident even if she's confused to how this is even possible.]
[He remembered everything. How he swallowed nervously before speaking to Walder Frey, the side glances from their mother, the screams around him and the pain of the arrows and the knife being embedded deep within him. He remembered.
There were thick, ugly scars marring his body, he already checked, but he wouldn't tell her that, no. The wounds were like a distant memory to his body, but right there when he closed his eyes for him.
And before she could say anything else, he pulled her in a tight hug, wanting her close. He never considered himself overly affectionate, but there was so much he wanted to say and apologize for.]
[She doesn't know how either. She doesn't know how she is here. She is preparing for the tourney, for meeting Harry the Heir, and now she is here, and somehow her dead brother is as well. When he pulls her this time, Sansa lets him. Her body trembles from it, trying not to let the tears slip from her eyes.
But if it is anyone who can see her cry over him, it is Robb himself. Sansa doesn't want to hear apologies. She just buries her head in his chest and keeps her arms around him. Alayne is long forgotten, she is brought back to the chambers she kept with Tyrion when he had told her about her uncle's wedding. She tried so hard to be steel, to be strong, but here she is with her arms around him.
No words come to mind. 'They said you were dead' comes to mind, but she doesn't wish to talk about it. She knows it to be true, but then she thinks that so does he. He seems to acknowledge it well enough in the way he hugs her tightly to him.]
Is Mother with you? [It suddenly dawns on her? She only pulls back enough to look him in the eyes, hoping beyond reason that their dead mother is also here.]
[She knew he had died. The tone of her voice, the way her fingers clenched the leather on his back. She knew his fate, and made his frown only deepen. With his mother's pleas and his bannermen being slaughtered around him, Robb knew he had let the north down. He tried so hard being as honorable as father, but it didn't save him in the end. It didn't save either of them.]
I don't know where we are or how we got here.
[He had to change the subject. Somehow he woke up and here was his sister before him. She was taller, more of a woman than he remembered, and it made him realize that this had to be real. It had to be.]
[It stings a little when he confirms that their mother is not with him, but she is still too relieved to see him to let it dampen her spirits too much. Sansa wipes at her eyes, trying to straighten her appearance now. They have other things to worry about here, and she is not sure who yet to trust.
The dark haired girl turns back to the heat, quiet as she thinks of how she's gotten here. She doesn't know either. She's been too concerned to get to some shelter, but this is not the Vale. This is not Westeros.]
Neither do I. I was in the Vale. It has snowed, but not like this. [This isn't anywhere she knows.]
[While Robb is certainly pleased to know she managed to escape King's Landing and the damned Lannisters, confusion was written on his usually stoic face. They certainly had a lot of catching up to do at some point.
Shaking his head. He realizes all that would have to wait, even his curiosity as to how her locks were so darkened. It must've been a disguise, and it angered him that he was unable to save her or Arya.]
I don't think this is anywhere in the North, or, perhaps, anywhere in the realm of the seven kingdoms.
[He didn't have any concrete knowledge of that, but he did have some sort of metal thing that if you touched it, it'd show you various pictures and text. All of this was surreal.]
[It's a clipped response, not harsh, but she knows she can't lie to him. It doesn't mean she wants to divulge everything right now though. Not when she's just happy to see him alive and in front of her. It has been too long, since leaving for King's Landing, and there's so much she wants to say and needs to tell him.
But all of it falls short. The guilt of their father's death still lies on her shoulders, and any mention of what has happened since seems meager. It is better for now to talk on their current predicament.]
I do not know it. Beyond the Wall mayhaps? [But even then Wildlings didn't have enough resources for this. They certainly wouldn't let southerns into their houses.]
[He's shocked to find out their aunt is dead. It certainly wasn't an answer he was expecting, and knew there must've been a story behind it. Now wasn't the time to investigate further, and what did it matter?]
No, I don't think so.
[Her thoughts were aligned with his. The resources were too great of expectations and quality. Robb didn't even recognize some of the materials used for making the furnishings, either.]
I was given a piece of metal that showed text on it. This place-- I don't think we're protected by the gods here.
[They said that of the south too sometimes, but trudging through the snow, Robb couldn't help to think something was off about this place. The hairs on the back of his neck rose and it wasn't entirely from the cold.]
[She shakes her head as she separates from him just enough to peel off her soaked cloak. Above all she is thankful for the heat. But like him, this place seems far more confusing, and she does know what he speaks of.
Pulling the tablet that was tucked to her chest, she shows him what he's talking about. It is square shaped and metal like he said, and she had figured that pressing the button on the side helped.]
People speak on it, too. I have spoken to others here, but none seem from Westeros. Or even Essos. None know how they got here.
[Robb is silent, mulling this over in his head. There had to be some reason behind all of this. Some unknown force, perhaps, if that even made any sense. For all he knew, he was dead, and yet here he was healed, his sister is here, and yet they don't know where they are with this strange technology.]
I wish I had answers, but I'm afraid I don't.
[Therefore all he could do was assure her safety and protection, because that was something he could do, even though he lacked a sword.]
You have me. [And mayhaps that is better. She places a hand on his arm gently, almost afraid that he'll slip between her fingers if she isn't careful. Her smile is kind, but well meaning. She is not the girl he once you, still courteous, but no longer naive. It is not that she thinks him incapable, but this place is foreign, and there's so little to trust in it. Neither of them are alone now, and there is some hope in that.
She will do what she must. They must rely on each other. There is no question of it. For now they can share this home and try to plan from there.]
We can watch the metal square for others. [Both bannermen, allies, family, and enemies.]
[She has grown up; that certainly hadn't gone amiss. Not only physically, but in the way she spoke, choosing her words carefully, and the way she held herself. So much had changed since they last were together. She no longer was a child and he'd have to accept that.]
That's all we can do at this point.
[He glanced out the window again.]
And when morning comes, we'll search this place together.
[Together. It seemed like such a foreign concept at this point, but if there was anyone in the world he was glad to see again, it was Sansa.]
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A hand darted out and grabbed her by the arm, tugging her inside in the warmth. It didn't take seeing her blue lips to know she must be frozen solid, only her northern blood keeping her going. Robb was in this exact predicament not even an hour ago. He should've said something, but he only reacted. Both surprise to see her again, and concerned for her health.
Sansa was startled and scared, and he couldn't blame her, past the stoic features upon his face he was too.]
Stop struggling! Sansa...!
[His hands were upon her shoulders, steadying her and their eyes met.]
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But that voice. It is a voice she has long stopped dreaming of. She can hear it in her memories, faint and distant, and through the long halls of Winterfell. He uses a name that feels nearly dead to her now, not that she has forgotten, but it is a name only one man knows, and the man holding her is certainly not her lord father, Petyr Baelish.
She stops only to look up at the voice, thinking this place is playing tricks on her. He is dead, betrayed by the Boltons. Everyone in King's Landing knew of it, spoke of his death, and what they've done to his body. He can't be real, but he is, and Sansa reaches up to touch his face, confirming that it is her older brother.]
You can't-- [She's know real words in this moment. She is not Alayne, but the younger sister to the King of the North. She is a Stark, and she feels ever more confident even if she's confused to how this is even possible.]
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[He remembered everything. How he swallowed nervously before speaking to Walder Frey, the side glances from their mother, the screams around him and the pain of the arrows and the knife being embedded deep within him. He remembered.
There were thick, ugly scars marring his body, he already checked, but he wouldn't tell her that, no. The wounds were like a distant memory to his body, but right there when he closed his eyes for him.
And before she could say anything else, he pulled her in a tight hug, wanting her close. He never considered himself overly affectionate, but there was so much he wanted to say and apologize for.]
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But if it is anyone who can see her cry over him, it is Robb himself. Sansa doesn't want to hear apologies. She just buries her head in his chest and keeps her arms around him. Alayne is long forgotten, she is brought back to the chambers she kept with Tyrion when he had told her about her uncle's wedding. She tried so hard to be steel, to be strong, but here she is with her arms around him.
No words come to mind. 'They said you were dead' comes to mind, but she doesn't wish to talk about it. She knows it to be true, but then she thinks that so does he. He seems to acknowledge it well enough in the way he hugs her tightly to him.]
Is Mother with you? [It suddenly dawns on her? She only pulls back enough to look him in the eyes, hoping beyond reason that their dead mother is also here.]
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[She knew he had died. The tone of her voice, the way her fingers clenched the leather on his back. She knew his fate, and made his frown only deepen. With his mother's pleas and his bannermen being slaughtered around him, Robb knew he had let the north down. He tried so hard being as honorable as father, but it didn't save him in the end. It didn't save either of them.]
I don't know where we are or how we got here.
[He had to change the subject. Somehow he woke up and here was his sister before him. She was taller, more of a woman than he remembered, and it made him realize that this had to be real. It had to be.]
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The dark haired girl turns back to the heat, quiet as she thinks of how she's gotten here. She doesn't know either. She's been too concerned to get to some shelter, but this is not the Vale. This is not Westeros.]
Neither do I. I was in the Vale. It has snowed, but not like this. [This isn't anywhere she knows.]
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[While Robb is certainly pleased to know she managed to escape King's Landing and the damned Lannisters, confusion was written on his usually stoic face. They certainly had a lot of catching up to do at some point.
Shaking his head. He realizes all that would have to wait, even his curiosity as to how her locks were so darkened. It must've been a disguise, and it angered him that he was unable to save her or Arya.]
I don't think this is anywhere in the North, or, perhaps, anywhere in the realm of the seven kingdoms.
[He didn't have any concrete knowledge of that, but he did have some sort of metal thing that if you touched it, it'd show you various pictures and text. All of this was surreal.]
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[It's a clipped response, not harsh, but she knows she can't lie to him. It doesn't mean she wants to divulge everything right now though. Not when she's just happy to see him alive and in front of her. It has been too long, since leaving for King's Landing, and there's so much she wants to say and needs to tell him.
But all of it falls short. The guilt of their father's death still lies on her shoulders, and any mention of what has happened since seems meager. It is better for now to talk on their current predicament.]
I do not know it. Beyond the Wall mayhaps? [But even then Wildlings didn't have enough resources for this. They certainly wouldn't let southerns into their houses.]
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No, I don't think so.
[Her thoughts were aligned with his. The resources were too great of expectations and quality. Robb didn't even recognize some of the materials used for making the furnishings, either.]
I was given a piece of metal that showed text on it. This place-- I don't think we're protected by the gods here.
[They said that of the south too sometimes, but trudging through the snow, Robb couldn't help to think something was off about this place. The hairs on the back of his neck rose and it wasn't entirely from the cold.]
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[She shakes her head as she separates from him just enough to peel off her soaked cloak. Above all she is thankful for the heat. But like him, this place seems far more confusing, and she does know what he speaks of.
Pulling the tablet that was tucked to her chest, she shows him what he's talking about. It is square shaped and metal like he said, and she had figured that pressing the button on the side helped.]
People speak on it, too. I have spoken to others here, but none seem from Westeros. Or even Essos. None know how they got here.
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I wish I had answers, but I'm afraid I don't.
[Therefore all he could do was assure her safety and protection, because that was something he could do, even though he lacked a sword.]
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She will do what she must. They must rely on each other. There is no question of it. For now they can share this home and try to plan from there.]
We can watch the metal square for others. [Both bannermen, allies, family, and enemies.]
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That's all we can do at this point.
[He glanced out the window again.]
And when morning comes, we'll search this place together.
[Together. It seemed like such a foreign concept at this point, but if there was anyone in the world he was glad to see again, it was Sansa.]