branstark | Dream I ❄ video/action

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Dream I ❄ video/action

[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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[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?

[...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.

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.

[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?

[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.

[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?

[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...

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

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

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

No. [Wait..] Yes.

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

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

Oh-- do you have anyone to help you?

No. There's Summer, but he can't... I s'ppose I can ride him, maybe. But I don't know if I can get up on my own.

Somehow that doesn't sound like the best idea, no.

If you'd like, I would be happy to come lend a hand.

The boys who have got the same face are taking me someplace, I think. The... 'youth centre.' they said.

That sounds like you should be set then... they'll be able to give you a guide at the center which will explain everything much better than any person could. And, if you do have questions about any of it, most people in the City will be happy to help you.

[Bran is still uncertain and scared, and some of these words seem foreign to him... but this man has got a calming air about him and the words are comforting.]

Th-thank you. Very much.

It's no problem. My name is James Wilson, I'm a doctor at the hospital.

[Speaking of.]

Do you have anything at home to help you get around? A wheelchair, anything like that?

I... I haven't. Back home, there was a basket so that someone could carry me around, but now...

Well... I'm sure that I can get something for you to help you get around while you're here. What's your name?

[ooc: Acccckkkk sorry for super-slow tagging! I can have him send a wheelchair or whatever you'd like to the youth center, if you want and the retconning won't interfere for you? ahaha XDD;]

[ooc: That's perfectly fine and would be awesome, actually! It wouldn't really conflict with things 'cause I haven't done much this this kid yet, haha.]

You could?

I am Brandon, son of Lord Eddard Stark of Winterfell. But usually I'm called Bran.

[ooc: Consider it done~ ♥]

Well, it's nice to meet you, Bran. I'm going to have a chair sent to the center for you, okay? I can come by, too, if you want some help with it.

[Bran nods before he remembers that can't be seen at the moment.]

I don't want to be a burden, but. If it's all right.

Of course, it's no problem. I'll be at the center in just a little bit, alright?

O-okay. I'll wait. [Because, well, of course he will.]

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