Dream I ❄ video/action

[branstark]

[The video feed opens on a young boy sitting with his back to the carousel, staring curiously down at the device. His bright eyes blink, and he reaches up a hand to brush at the fringe of his auburn hair, grown long and a bit unruly. Strong, dark brows furrow, and his freckled nose wrinkles. He shakes his head and sets the device aside, offering a view of his outstretched legs.]

Meera? [A pause.] Jojen?

[He sighs.]

Summer? Summer, to me.

[Snuffling is heard, and the sound of paws scrabbling on pavement. And then a paw falls on the device, and the recording clicks off.]

[ooc: So uh, this child who looks like he can't be more than ten kind of can't, uhmm, walk. So someone might want to help him out.]

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[voice]

[dr_conscience]

[Wilson can't possibly skim over a post like this, especially not from a child. He speaks gently - after all, he doesn't want to startle a new arrival too badly.]

Hey... are you alright?

[voice]

[branstark.livejournal.com]

[...Oh? A voice is coming from the strange metal thing. Is the voice talking to him? Bran hesitates, but it can't hurt to try and answer it, right?]

I... don't know. I'm not sure where I am. Or... or why.

[voice]

[dr_conscience]

Well...

]This never really does get easier to explain.]

You're in a place called The City. I'm afraid nobody really knows why, but... it's essentially another reality. It pulls people in from their homes and keeps them here.

[voice]

[branstark.livejournal.com]

[He chews on his lip. He thinks this might be a dream, but he doesn't remember going to sleep.]

Keeps them here how long?

[onlyholey]

[Oh hey, a munchkin.]

Oi! Nipper! Are you alright, then?

[branstark.livejournal.com]

I don't know.

[But he's kind of sitting on the ground, motionless. And making pouty-face. So a 'no' might be implied here.]

[onlyholey]

Did you just get here?

[voice]

[dr_conscience]

[He pauses there, with a slight intake of breath.]

Unfortunately, there's no real way of knowing. Some people are here for weeks, months... some of us have been here for years. While you are here, time doesn't pass back home, so you should return to where and when you came from.

[branstark.livejournal.com]

[Just sullen nodding.]

[onlyholey]

Alright.

I'm George Weasley, and I'm afraid I'm not really the best person to give you the introduction talk seeing as I'm the new boy here myself. Do you need someone to come get you, or are you alright on your own there?

[voice]

[branstark.livejournal.com]

[Well, it's not as if nothing strange has ever happened to him. But this is a whole other thing.]

I haven't got...

What am I supposed to do?

[branstark.livejournal.com]

[Oh. That kind of stuck a chord. A not-so-happy one.]

I'm fine. Only... [He reaches one hand towards his legs, but then it falters and falls to his side again.] I can't get up.

[onlyholey]

Bugger, are you alright? Did you hurt yourself? I can be there in a few minutes.

[branstark.livejournal.com]

It's my legs. [Quiet for a moment. A sigh.] They don't work, is all. It's been like this for a long time.

[onlyholey]

[George swears a little colourfully there. Children's ears be damned.]

Alright, hold still. My brother's around, we should be able to get you to the youth centre, they'll sort you out there.

[voice]

[dr_conscience]

[There's a heavy question.]

That's up to you, really... you're free to do anything you like, and as long as you're under eighteen, the City will look after you, financially.

If you're still near the Carousel, do you see the Welcome Center? That should be right near you, and the Youth Center's just a couple of blocks from there...

[voice]

[branstark.livejournal.com]

[Please hold while Bran scans the strange blocky buildings around him.]

I think I see it, maybe. But I can't go there.

[branstark.livejournal.com]

[Bran hasn't got any clue what the youth centre might be, but sorting things out seems nice.]

All right. I'll wait. [He wraps his arms around his stomach and does just that.]

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[onlyholey]

[There's a semi-loudish crack noise, and two very red-haired Weasley's apparate a few metres from where Bran is sitting. They jog over quickly. George is the first to kneel down beside Bran and give him a grin.]

Alright? This is Fred. He's a bit of a prat, but what are you going to do about it. He's family, eh? We're here to give you a lift.

[voice]

[dr_conscience]

What's wrong? You're not hurt, are you?

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[branstark.livejournal.com]

[Oh hello, wow, that was startling-- but suddenly winding up in some foreign place and not knowing how one got there is startling too, so.]

...A pleasure... to meet you. Are you magic?

[voice]

[branstark.livejournal.com]

No. [Wait..] Yes.

I was. I can't... I can't walk. Not for a long time now.

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[feorge]

Bloody Hell, Georgie. Some introduction that is.

[All of the frowning. We've taught you more tact than that, brother. He sighs and kneels down beside him, giving the small boy a light smile.]

That we are, mate. Which is why we are the very best of rescuers in this particular situation.

[voice]

[dr_conscience]

[Well, going to feel bad for a while now.]

Oh-- do you have anyone to help you?

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[onlyholey]

[It's not about tact. It's about realistic expectations.]

We're going to get you there safe, don't worry. Now I don't believe we've heard your name, and you've heard both our ours. Seems only fair.