Dream IV ❄ video/open action

[branstark]

[Bran has wheeled himself into the square. Summer is beside him, under command to sit and stay, and is doing so obediently.

In one hand Bran holds his device, a little unsteady, while the other clutches tightly at the handrim of his wheelchair.]

Everyone is saying that today, things are different... that there are people here from other worlds. From--

[He falters, readjusts himself, takes a deep breath-- and then goes on.]

If there is anyone here from Winterfell, or from Westeros at all, I'd like to see you, please.

[ooc: You heard the boy! GoT/ASOIAF people, come and find him. This is SO VERY OPEN to everyone else, too, though! Let the games begin!]

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[hodor-hodor.livejournal.com]

[A very tall man walks into the square and looks around absently until he notices the boy and his wolf. Upon seeing them, his face lights up in recognition.]

HODOR!

[branstark.livejournal.com]

[Bran and Summer both perk up, a smile breaking out on the face of the former.]

Hodor! [...he echoes.]

[hodor-hodor.livejournal.com]

[Grinning, Hodor runs to the little lord and his wolf, then stops and frowns, confused by the wheelchair. He points to it.]

...Hodor?

[branstark.livejournal.com]

[Bran nods. He knows how strange it is, and he's only just getting used to it himself.] This is so I can get around on my own. A Maester here gave it to me. [He takes the handrims and rolls it back and forth a bit, demonstrating.]

[hodor-hodor.livejournal.com]

[Hodor watches Bran moving in the wheelchair and cocks his head questioningly like a confused dog.]

Hodor...hodor.

[After a moment, he looks up and smiles at Bran again, satisfied. He nods once.]

Hodor.

[branstark.livejournal.com]

Hodor. [Bran nods. Absentmindedly, he scratches Summer behind the ear, thinking.]

Are you hungry, Hodor?

[hodor-hodor.livejournal.com]

[He nods enthusiastically.]

Hodor!

[branstark.livejournal.com]

[Bran nods back with a smile. He gets to be helpful now.]

Follow me.

[He heads south towards the Youth Centre, goes up the ramp, and pushes the door open.]

Watch your head. The doorway is low.

[hodor-hodor.livejournal.com]

[He follows Bran up the ramp happily.]

Hodor.

[He nods, and ducks carefully under the doorway, managing not to hit his head]

[branstark.livejournal.com]

This is where I live now. Summer's not allowed to come in. [He lowers his voice.] I let him in at night sometimes when everybody's asleep, but don't tell.

[hodor-hodor.livejournal.com]

[He listens with a serious expression, looks back at Summer and nods again.]

Hodor. Hodor hodor. [He speaks quietly].

[branstark.livejournal.com]

Hodor. [...Bran agrees. And then,] Wait here just a moment.

[Bran wheels himself into the kitchen and returns with two peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. Besides the chair and the strange communications device, they are the most amazing discovery Bran has made in the City thus far.]

You'll like this. It's good.

[hodor-hodor.livejournal.com]

[Hodor frowns, eyeing the sandwiches suspiciously.]

...Hodor?

[He picks one up, sniffs it, and bites into it. His face lights up. He exclaims happily through his food]

Hodorf!

[branstark.livejournal.com]

[Bran grins and takes the other in hand.]

I told you so! That's what I thought, too.

[hodor-hodor.livejournal.com]

[Hodor nods contentedly.]

Hodor! Hodor hodorf.

[A large man with an equally large appetite, he scarfs down the food in just a few moments. He then frowns and looks to Bran, and looks around the room questioningly.]

Hodor...hodor?

[branstark.livejournal.com]

[Bran makes pretty quick work of his sandwich, too-- he's a growing boy, and though these half been half his diet since he arrived here, he hasn't tired of them one bit.

His mouth twitches to the side and he looks around, trying to decide what to address first.]

It's a strange sort of place, isn't it? For a while, I thought maybe I was in a dream. Everything here is different.

[hodor-hodor.livejournal.com]

[Hodor nods solemnly.]

Hodor. [...he agrees].

[branstark.livejournal.com]

It isn't so bad, though. I've made friends. And one of them says a Maester here might be able to fix my legs, so that I can walk again.

[hodor-hodor.livejournal.com]

[Hodor's eyes widen in surprise].

Hodor? Hodor hodor? Hodor!

[branstark.livejournal.com]

I think so, too! [Because Bran has convinced himself he speaks Hodor well enough to get the gist of that.]

[hodor-hodor.livejournal.com]

Hodor!

[Hodor gets up suddenly, knocking over his chair and jostling the table in the process. He goes to Bran and picks him up as effortlessly as he did when he acted as his legs at Winterfell and hugs the small boy with enthusiasm.]

Hodor! Hodor hodor.

[branstark.livejournal.com]

[Bran gasps. It's been so long since someone's picked him up like this before. He pats Hodor on the back in accord and reassurance.]

That's right. Careful, don't break anything.

[hodor-hodor.livejournal.com]

[Hodor lowers Bran back in his wheelchair gingerly.]

Hodor. [he whispers, pats Bran gently on the head, and returns to his seat].

[branstark.livejournal.com]

[Bran sets his plate aside and swipes at his mouth with the back of his hand.]

Do you want to do something fun? We haven't got to stay here. I'm nearly always here.

[hodor-hodor.livejournal.com]

[Hodor nods, grinning.]

Hodor!