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Test Drive

Welcome to Medietas! Are you interested in joining the game? Do you have an old muse you want to dust off? Are you looking for a place to voice test a brand new character and would like to do so in our little island setting? Well, you've come to the right place!

You all know what to do but if you don’t, just follow the instructions and HAVE FUN!

How To Play:

→ Comment with the character you’d like to test drive. Don’t forget to add their name and canon in the subject line.
→ Choose a scenario, or start your own!
→ Tag around!

Possible Scenarios:

1. New Arrival: You have just arrived on the island of Medietas, in the city of Aerilon via a floating boat with people you may or may not know. Of course, you can't help wondering what the heck is going on here, or how you even got on the boat in the first place. But as soon as the vessel docks you are greeted by some lovely locals who offer you a map and a communications device before leaving you to your own. You probably have questions and there seems to be a number of people there already who may or may not have those answers. Talk to them! Or, get on the network and introduce yourself!

2. Getting Settled: So, you've arrived, but now there's five islands you should get yourself acquainted with. Meet your starter home neighbors! Start your new job! Check out the market on Aerilon. Or, attend one of the many block parties!

3. Lost!: Somehow you got yourself turned around and confused and getting back to where you want to be is looking impossible.

4. Wild Card: Got something else in mind and want to create your own scenario? Go for it!

Threaded | Flat

[Canon is either Mutanthood crau+DoFP or post Apocalypse movie, please let me know what you prefer!]

Being confused was an understatement. Then again, that seemed to be the story of his life as of late. Arriving at a bunch of floating islands on a floating ship seemed like another bad trip, but one that was slightly more fascinating and intriguing than being visited by a mutant who was from a future that was near to ending if they didn't do certain things in present day.

Okay, maybe that was a little more confusing than this.

His starter home was on Imber and a day after he arrived, Charles wheeled himself around to get familiarized.

The Iron Bull had been on the islands and settled in long enough to know his way around pretty well these days. He didn't worry about getting lost but there was still a lot to figure out. Things that people called modern and what not. Things they found important.

That was why he was poking through the different stalls at the market and then heading on to the different shops. People still eyed him somewhat warily as he walked around but he ignored it. He was used to people staring at him like they didn't know what to make of him and he figured that was going to happen to him a lot more here on the different islands. So far, he hadn't seen any other Qunari around and there was only a handful of people who knew what he was. So he understood the looks that he got and sometimes he returned them with a bit of a smirk but he didn't really stop.

Not unless he wanted to stop which he did now and then. He could be found standing in front of the odd store here and there, studying the window display and what laid beyond.

It had taken the locals here about 5 seconds to stick him in school. Actually, from the looks of it, everything had been planned for before his arrival. Which was creepy on so many levels. And Will knows creepy. He's a demigod. Creepy, craptastic things just happen to him. Part of him wonders how long it will take him this time to get kicked out of school. Or run away. Or whatever else will happen. Because something will happen.

Somehow he didn't think they'd accept a doctors note that he really didn't need to be in school because a gorgon or something like it would probably kill him before he reached twenty.Yeah, didn't think so.

So, Will was wandering around. With any luck maybe he wasn't the only demigod captured here. Or, perhaps it was luckier if he was?

Edited 2016-05-29 00:00 (UTC)

(OOC: This version is a semi AU where Ed's canon through the anime but eventually becomes a cowboy (bounty hunter)/hacker before being pulled onto the islands.)

(Network)

[Have a super hyper netdiver! Ed's bouncing around the house like she's on a massive sugar high since she's found her computers atop the kitchen counter. But at the same time the hacker just knows this is freaky even by her open minded standards of the word. So she figures out how the device works while linking it to her main laptop, so cue the redhead looking to be in her early 20s.]

By Ed's standards this is just too weird. But figured peek in and see what the story in so hi! I'm Edward aka Radical Edward and well I was supposed to be at an arrival port on Jupiter not a flying set of islands! Plus my computers being here was weird to boot. But the tech is even stranger, now I want to take something apart and see what the deal is!

(Arrival)

Ed had found herself on a flying ship and not on board the vessel she had booked passage to Jupiter on. But her backpack was still on her person so she made sure everything was there from Mini Tomato to cash to her extra parts. Happy things were as they should be she scanned the crowd, seeing most were in the same boat. "Too few answers and too many questions. Ed smells a puzzle!"

So once she was on land cue more confusion as she was handed a map and device. "Satellites from days of old, lead me to some clues please?" as she slung her backpack over one shoulder and started hiking to the island circled in red.

New Arrival

The last thing Beth remembers is Grady Memorial Hospital. The survivors there that had been responsible for her "rescue" trading her and Carol for two of their people. Demanding that Noah be left behind as well. She remembers being so angry, angry beyond all reason. Noah was her friend, and he wanted to leave, and it was unfair to hold him against his will. It wasn't about protection, or starting something new, trying to start a new society. It was about power, and holding it over someone else.

She remembers attacking Dawn with a pair of scissors she had hidden inside the cast on her right arm. She remembers a loud bang as the officer's gun went off, and a flash of pain and... Nothing.

Except for waking up on the boat. Waking up on the floating boat, surrounded by strangers, while her head throbbed along to her heart, pounding in her chest. She lifts a hand to check for the stitches in her head and along her cheek, and they're gone. She realizes too, that there's no longer a cast on her wrist. It still aches, but it's tolerable. She tries questioning the people on the boat about where they are, how they got there, and where they're going, but unfortunately, the other passengers on board seem just as lost as she is.

The boat pulls into the port, and they all disembark, and Beth is overwhelmed by the sheer number of people milling around. At home, with the dead up and walking, small pockets of survivors are common, but nothing like this. This is a little terrifying. If the same virus was at work here, it would be the major cities back in the States all over again. There would be virtually no chance of survival.

The locals hand over a map and a communications device that reminds her of a smartphone, but by the time she looks up from her newly procured belongings to ask what's going on, they've already moved on.

It's a flurry of sights and sounds and activity that all blurs together, and it takes her a few seconds to find her voice, and grab someone by the arm. "Hey - Hey - Do you know what's going on here? Where are we? What is this place?"

It seemed like a unending nightmare. The image of her husband and his brothers smothering King Henry lingered in her mind, haunting Elizabeth as she returned to her bed, trying to find sleep in the depths of her fear and sorrow. Somewhere, it had relieved her of the waking horrors, drawing her into the darkness and nothingness.

But when her eyes opened, the world had changed and transformed. She had found herself on a barge, drawing towards an island floating ahead. The magic more powerful than what was her birthright. It was beyond comprehension, beyond rationality. It had to be a fever, a manifestation of her shock, there was no way that this could be anything other than a dream.

She drifted, accepting a strange device and the greetings offered by those waiting at the dock. She couldn't hear them, their voices coming from a distance. She was lost in a daze, mired in uncertainty and horror. What was this place and how could she wake up?

Being on the island still felt like a dream, but now only when she stirred in the morning, feeling that sliver of light dance across her features. Kathryn had been on island for near a month, sacrificing the tantalizing position of Queen, for a world that seemed to be endless fun.

There were parties to celebrate new arrivals, chances to dance and entertain, wonderful dress shops to extend her patronage too. Even horses for her to ride whenever she pleased. She had to give up her place at Henry's side, but of late, that was nothing to truly covet. That wound of his had grown disgusting and the way people looked at her...it was disconcerting.

It was only Thomas that she missed and longed for, but there was little time to mope or think of the more serious aspects of her life.

Gathering her purse (an allowance, what a bore!), she walked the familiar route to the shops on Aerilon. The Red Bodice might have her new dress ready or one of the pubs might let her come in and have a drink or two. Someone would be playing and she could dance to the music.

It was a far grander place than England, but even better, there was no one to tell her what to do!

Arrival

He wasn't sure that this wasn't some construct of the Fade. It all seemed so fantastical, after all. A world with a floating islands, with powerful magic that all seemed so... strange. He was handed a strange device that he was told was a 'communication' device, but he didn't even want to switch it on. The only thing that did make sense was his beloved mabari standing at his side. At least there was something he understood here.

He put his hand on his Mabari's head, trying to calm the dog that was on high alert. A Mabari losing control somewhere like this wasn't something anyone wanted. The first thing to do, he supposed, was look around, try and figure out this place.

Edited 2016-05-30 18:59 (UTC)

New Arrival.
( The Docks )

The last thing Benjen remembers before arriving to Medietas is the taste of his own blood.

It was coppery taste, thick and smooth. He painted the snowy ground under him in red before collapsing to his knees. There in that twilight state, Benjen laid nestled within the snow with a seven inch gash along his side. While the pain had subsided some time ago, Benjen still felt the frost nipping at his limbs as he laid there motionless with his eyes towards the sky. He had thought he would die there gazing at the stars.

It would've been a fitting end for the First Ranger's illustrious career in the Night's Watch. Bravely did he serve his brothers in black faithfully despite their jeers and grumbling. Not all of the men were as dutiful as him. This Benjen knew and accepted long ago when he first joined their ranks. However, a terrible storm now brewed upon the heels of an endless winter. Benjen had hoped to unearth the truth behind this premonition only to find himself gazing at the stars at the hour of his death.

Nevertheless, he had no regrets. Well, at least not at first...

As one would imagine, Benjen is more than surprised to be rescued from the lull of death only to be placed in some strange floating island out in the middle of nowhere. Despite the eagerness of a few locals who attempted to aid him, Benjen finds himself just staring blankly at the map they gave him. Gone were the familiar snowy fields and the bare branches of the woods. They had been replaced by green, endless green, and a sunny sky.

The ranger slowly lowered his map as he shuffled through the docks. His all-black attire won a few strange looks from onlookers but for the most part, no one seemed bothered by his presence. If anything, the locals seemed oddly intrigued with him, which is fine by him. Benjen much rather deal with friendly onlookers than possible threats.

His body still ached terribly from his wounds and the chill that claimed him beyond the Wall still had a hold of him now. This is why he kept his cloak so tightly bound to him as he walks. That and the fact he felt the need to obscure his face.

( season six spoilers )

Edited 2016-05-30 22:50 (UTC)

Arrival
She thought things might be better. Once she accepted the divorce, she..her own ladies..tried to tell her the worst was over. She'd gone to bed that night hoping to think better of things in the morning.

Yet she woke up to moving, found herself on a..ship, but ships couldn't float-they shouldn't float. For a moment, Anne thought she'd gone mad, that the strain from her failed marriage and the news of the divorce had strained her nerves to madness: her father had gone mad after all, there was fear it was catching. To compound matters, madness or not, she was still in her nightdress, in public-or so it looked like it.

Anne forced herself to move, arms wrapped around her as though to shield herself from the looks. This place..wherever it was, it wasn't England or even France or Cleves, and she couldn't think where else in her mind it would be.

She could feel the wind, the boat moving, see the boat coming to..shore? They were getting off, these strange people, and she had to move with them. Those on the docks seemed to have answers-maybe she could find a way back to England? Yet that would mean more people, and she was still half dressed.

Carefully, Anne stepped off the boat and towards the people to greet them. If she could find another lady, perhaps one amiable enough, maybe she would feel safe enough to go and find some proper clothing.

"I beg your pardon," She said, her german accent strong as a sign of nerves. She was given the package, but only looked at it long enough to know where she was to live. "But would you mind if I walk with you, I need to find this place here." She pointed to the address.

Getting started

So, she wasn't mad; that was something to be thankful for. Also to be thankful for was the lady-constable (Anne couldn't believe it, but she wasn't going to question either), who was willing to escort her to her lodgings and show her what and how things went. There were some of her gowns there, so she didn't have to worry about being indecent in this place-however strange. Though that still left the question of 'what now'?

Anne spent a quarter of an hour around her new home, before working the courage to go outside and walk around. Much as part of her wanted to remain holed up with her quarters, it was too lonely without her ladies. Maybe if she were to spend some time outside, she'll be able to make sense of this place?

Firion definitely knew how to read a map. But somehow, he misread this one and was now hopelessly lost. Given he had also just arrived from a terrible Conflict, his memories still coming back to him, he also still had his weapons on his person. Which he wondered if that was leading to a lot of the people he was trying to ask for help avoiding him. He couldn't just leave his weapons! Really, all he needed was to find his home and he could put some of the weapons away.

He didn't feel comfortable doing that, but everyone seemed friendly enough, if a bit nervous around him. Firion sighed, looking at his map again before folding it and putting it away for now. He also had no idea how to work the communicator he got, not even knowing it was a communicator at all, so it was left turned off in his pocket. The young warrior looked around, maybe he could find someone who also arrived on the ship to help him out.

He found thought he found one and approached them, noting their attire was a little different from the locals. "Um, excuse me sir/ma'am. I don't mean to intrude, but could I get some help?"

Cameron was lost. He was lost, and confused and on a fucking new world somehow, and so he had done what any sensible SHIELD agent would do in this situation. He had foudn the nearest cafe, booted up his laptop, and looked for answers.

And found no internet.

What?

No really, what?

How... what?

Cameron sighed, opened his advanced algorithm program and began working on the math of how he had gotten here. If he couldn't get answers, and he couldn't find internet, and he had no clue where he was, well... at least he could do math, right? And maybe find a way to contact Director Fury or Director Coulson, and get the heck out of here.

But there was noise, and there was people, and soon he had to scavenge his earbuds out of his bag and start playing music just to concentrate. Even then, it didn't work, and so he sat, staring around the street, confused, and unsure just how to process all of this.

New Arrival

Genesis looked at the smartphone and the map, blinking almost owlishly at the object before looking back up at the person who gave her these things. But, they were already gone. She made a "hmph" sound, dropping her hands with a sigh. Well, that was certainly helpful. Pocketing the phone for now, she decided to open the map and take a look at what she was dealing with.

Moving forward, Genesis decided if she wasn't going to get any answers, she may as well look for them. She also might bump into you with the map in her face like that.

Getting Started

Genesis rested her chin in her hands, crouched on a balcony as she watched the party below. She didn't look happy either, not exactly a party person herself. With her fists over her cheeks like that, she looked like she was pouting, probably. Her elbows rested on her knees, wings tucked tightly across her back as she kept her impeccable balance for now.

Did there really have to be a party? "I should have brought a book." Or stayed home, maybe, but she could hear the party from her home as well. So there was no use, really. Maybe she should get some food, at least. But ugh, crowds.

Dressed in chiffon and laceup sandals, a beautiful blonde woman drifted through the streets, mostly looking at the lovely clothes for sale, although she was also watching couples walk hand in hand with a rather smug smile on her face.

The warm weather didn't faze her, being from Greece, and she rather enjoyed the sun touching her. Perhaps she could have fun here with all these lovely mortals.

William Lennox has spent most of the trip to Medietas sitting off by himself in sullen silence. The man is downright filthy, his face and hands covered in smudges of ash and dirt and his combat uniform stained with traces of blood; clearly, his day had already not been going well before he found himself on a boat to god knows where. Despite the obvious exhaustion in his movements he picks himself up as soon as the boat pulls into the docks and disembarks, frowning at the person who approaches to hand him a map and some sort of device while greeting him. He tries to press for more answers, more and more anger seeping into his voice and expression when the man fails to give him any useful sort of information. He dismisses him before his temper has a chance to get the better of him: getting aggressive with the locals rarely ever goes well, in his experience.

Once he is alone again, the Major heaves a tired sigh and scowls at the items in his hands. Part of him is tempted to pitch them into the water but, no, that would be a bad idea. That doesn't stop him from partially crumpling the map in his fist and loudly muttering a string of curses under his breath. How the hell had this happened? He was supposed to be on the aircraft carrier heading back to Diego Garcia, not some damn floating island! Angrily stuffing both items into the pockets of his pants he glances around the area, trying to figure out where to go next. There has to be answers around here somewhere.

There's a young woman in the Aerilon marketplace. Or so at least she appears, walking among them.

Hair the color of a gold more gold than any prided metal, that every shade of blonde would pale and wither beside and before. Skin the palest of dawns, unkissed by The Sun. A long white gown, fitted bodice and flowing, endless skirts, flares around her, a world of fabric, rippling, rising, falling, like water more than cloth, every time she turns and twists. Making what other people call walking, look as though it were a dance between the wind and herself. Though her feet and the hem of those endless skirts, nary once touch the ground.

Something brilliant shimmering just for the beat of a blink in the wake of those ruffles, and the movements of her hands, and the coils of curls, and the single, slender white drawstring card bag that hangs from a wrist. Caught in the peerless smile and tinkling bells of her laughter every time she thanks a new person she passes after looking at their wares.

[canon point is a few weeks post-Man of Steel]

Okay. So she's here and not in Metropolis. Might as well make the best of it, and maybe she'll have a story for the Daily Planet. Of course, it probably should be Daily Galaxy, but that would be shot down faster than a speeding locomotive.

So today? Learn the lay of the land, and see what she can dig up. Or who.

[ o n e]
The first thought that had crossed her mind when she started to rouse was that Doyle had something new in store for her. Her last memories had been of being tied to the chair and getting a new tattoo not of her choosing. That juxtaposed against the boards of a ship had given her pause, taken a few moments to get her mind up and working. Yet once it had, she had buttoned up her blouse and tried to take stock of her current situation.

She couldn't say that she looked her best, but at the moment it also wasn't a concern. Trying to figure out where she was and what was happening was what was important. It was why when the floating ship docked, (which still made Emily's head hurt to think about) she shuffled off. The answers that had been provided were limited and very lacking, leaving her frustrated. Not that she took it out on anyone, but a frown crossed her face as she glanced at the map and device that had been given her.

"Out of the pot and in to a possible fire."

[ t h r e e ]
She had been in plenty of places over the years, traveling all across the world with her mother. There had been plenty of new things to learn; people, names, locations, words in general. It was part of the reason as to why she was fluent in more than just English. She had taken a wrong turn plenty of times, ending up in locations that were both better and worse than her original destination.

Today, somewhere amongst the left and rights that she had been meaning to take, she had gotten herself turned around. On the main island to try to shop a bit before making her way to the police station, Emily realized soon enough that it was wrong. She had tried to backtrack, although her mind had been occupied. It had been before coming here as well, but the thought that Doyle was still out there, even if he seemingly wasn't here, did still distract her. With a soft exhale, Emily realized that yes, she was lost. "Great. Less than a week and already I'm lost."

Scenario 1:

This place. This was--Duo didn't have the words to describe just what was going on or where he was or how the hell he'd gotten there. One minute he was in an Alliance cell, overhearing some of the soldiers talking about how he made a deal with the devil. The next, he was riding around on a boat on these big white puffs ("Clouds," he reminded himself). It was just...weird as hell!

When the boat docked and he was finally able to get off the damn thing, the first thing given to him was a map. There were things marked on it, even a sort of "You are here!" thing where the docks were located. Duo didn't say anything to them, not even a thank you, and pulled his cap down over his eyes before taking off, his braid bouncing behind him. He didn't need a map! He could find things on his own! They didn't know him, what he had gone through, what he could do. Forget them!

He rounded a building corner as he threw the map behind him. Time to explore a bit.

Scenario 3:

So much for figuring things out on his own. Duo Maxwell had somehow gotten himself completely and utterly lost. Not that he was about to admit that to ANYONE. This place was just as big as the colony, so it shouldn't have been that big of a deal to get rid of his map.

Yeah, but he had lived his life on the colony. He had spent so many years learning the layout of the streets on his home colony. This was all...foreign. Different. New. He didn't know where a safe place to sleep was. He didn't know where to get food here. He could probably get away with picking pockets, but what good would that do? He thought he saw a food store a few streets back. Maybe he could take a few things.

The child in a cassock stopped in an alley and side as he leaned back against the building. He slid down to the ground, allowing himself to sit and bring his knees up to his chest. Hiding his face, he sniffled. He missed the Church. He missed not knowing when his next meal was coming. He missed his room. He missed Sister playing with his hair. He missed Father talking with him about whatever he wanted. But it wouldn't be there if he ever managed to get back. It was gone...

Duo lifted his head just long enough to wipe his eyes before he buried his face against his knees again. He would just stay there until he calmed down enough to go back out.

Scenario 1.

There were a great many wondrous things in Wonderland, by it's very nature. There were turtle islands, and there were marshmallow bogs, and of course clothes horses, but what one didn't see were ships that floated and landed in places that were definitely not the kingdom that she had been ruling over for longer than she cared to remember. Hands tightened into fists at her sides, hidden beneath the long red velvet of her dress. She was still wearing what she had been back at home, which was a relief, and one that grew exponentially as she reached up and brushed her fingers over her blond bun, and of course the crown that acted as an anchor for it. Those rubies and diamonds had cost her everything; she wasn't about to lose them because she'd ended up on an odd boat.

Maps and odd boxes did not answers make, so Anastasia brushed past those people and looked around for someone who could give her a real solution on how to return home. Her voice was haughty but soft and with an upper class British accent. "You there, darling," there is no note of anything personal in that term of endearment. "Can you tell me how one goes about returning home? I do have some terribly important plans that I need to be getting on with."

Edited 2016-06-05 04:38 (UTC)

ηєω αяяιναℓ/neтworĸ.

[ The woman who speaks over the communication device to the network is red of hair — the color of burnished copper, to be precise — with a sleek but curvy build apparent through the form-fitting robes she wears, and a heart-shaped face with full lips and wide-set eyes. As she speaks her sonorous voice lilts gently in both wonder and knowing, her words flavored with her exotic Asshai'i accent.

At her throat, a large red ruby adorning a red-gold choker glows visibly over the feed. ]

I have come by way of a boat that sails through the air, with nothing to hold it aloft, to a city that floats. I believe this must be a sign from the Lord of Light that I am where I need be the most, even if it means I am no longer at the Wall, the hinge of the world where the great battle will be commencing between Light and Dark.

From what I understand such a battle took place here, on the land that became this floating magical city as well, halted only by the forging of a powerful artifact. If there is more to hear concerning this creation, this artifact, I would encourage you who are listening to speak.

Understanding the world we are now in is tantamount to knowing the roles each of us will play in this endeavor, will it not? [ her full lips curve upward, quirking at the corners. ]

For we all must choose. Man or woman, young or old, lord or servant, our choices are the same. We choose light, or we choose darkness.

wιldcard.

(If one is inclined, you can find Melisandre either on the beaches of Imber, overlooking the crystalline water as she sits before a warm bonfire and stares intently into the flames; or, on the island of Aerilon at the great market, perusing wares and particularly red and gold jewelry. Or another scenario of your choosing!)

It never particularly bothered her to get or be lost; Sinthia was the surprisingly openminded sort that simply took thing as they came, though the cause of that and the rippling effects to it were far from cheerfully refreshing. She merely wandered, map and device still in hand exactly as they'd been given to her, the former unopened and the latter still unused.

She'd found her way to some kind of different island--she'd crossed a bridge, at any rate, whatever that realistically meant for her location--and was steadily watching her feet move, her weight light on both of them until he shoulder impacted something solid, and rather than jolt around it, she simply let her body turn sideways, head finally lifting.

Okay, so the boat was new. Last thing she knew she'd just finished the "discussion" with Magnus over whose life was worse (turned out he actually was in the running), and then...a boat? How? Well, okay, "how" isn't maybe quite as important as "where" and "why." There are any number of "hows" that could have managed it.

But if the boat was odd, stepping off it was even more so. They were far too prepared for her. Either this happened quite a bit or it was planned. Neither exactly boded all that well. A map and a...phone? Hers hadn't worked, but she was always a little wary of them anyway. She wasn't even supposed to have one, but she did anyway. This one she couldn't vouch for. And who even knew what monsters were lurking around here?

She at least tried to be polite as she made her excuses, said her platitudes, and pushed past the people surrounding her.

And then she looked up at the city and froze. The architecture was gorgeous...but it's not...a city that she'd seen before.

"Gods, what did I get myself into?"

Peter knows this routine: islands, can't go home, someone super powerful in charge, blah, blah, blah. At least this time he's not wearing a collar. He's also not in an insane asylum. Both of those things are a plus. However, he's also not with his little pack of misfit teenagers (i.e. Lydia, Allison and Isaac) off trying to be superheroes in the world they were supposed to leave Amatomnes to arrive in. That piece of information is definitely a minus. He has his powers, thoulogh...so, a plus. But he was so very looking forward to the whole...living with people who wanted him around again. On the whole, he's calling it a wash.

He takes his map, finds his house, pouts that there's no brothel to run, and sets off to see what this place is about. He has no doubt there will be familiar faces--there always are--but he's less certain if they'll know him, the him he's become, not the him he was.

Fuck, that'll be tiresome, if not. With an internal (and, let's be honest, external) eyeroll, he sets out from his house (and it is nice that he doesn't have to find one on his own, but on the whole, not nice enough to tip the scales) on Imber to see what and who he can see and figure out what this place has for him to get into trouble with.

What? His fucking anchors are off in another world again. Trouble is what he's good at without them.

[The last thing Bran remembered was falling. Being pushed and falling. So when he woke up on the floating boat, he couldn't understand what had happened. Looking around, he didn't see the Queen or her brother, but he didn't see any of his family or Summer. Was he dead?

He continued off the boat and wondered that as he looked around. He was suddenly glad of the lessons Maester Luwin gave him in reading as the map would have made no sense otherwise. Continuing in a random direction, he looked for someone he might know to help him with his predicament. But the longer he found no one, he longer he wondered if he had died. It was a long way down after all.]

Edited 2016-06-07 18:47 (UTC)

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