branstark: (curse: ~normal bran)
[Those who know Bran might notice something a bit... different about him today. In place of the usual wool doublet, he's wearing a jumper. There is no vair to be seen on his person, and he seems to have found his way into a pair of jeans and some bright green trainers.]

Guys, does anyone wanna go sledding? I want to set up an obstacle course of ultimate awesome.

[...And then there's the matter of the way he's talking. Yeah, something is definitely up.]

Come and meet me at the Youth Centre if you want to. It's gonna be epic.

[ooc: Bran's hit with a the genre swap curse today! He's gone from medieval fantasy to normal ol' modern day. Feel free to come and play with him!]
branstark: (shy.)

[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!]


branstark: (little lord.)

[Bran is decked out in clothing that is not at all unfamiliar to him-- back home in Winterfell, this sort of garb was necessary more often than not.

Because he's already ahead of the game, he's decided to help out others who might be behind. In his lap are the thin warm-weather clothes of some of the other children.]


Everyone is going to be too cold. Winter is coming; you need to be ready.

[And he holds up... a pair of scissors. Uh oh.]

It's best to keep your wits in times like these.

[ooc: Yes, this is theft, but Bran's convinced himself it's okay if it's for the right reasons. If you'd like to be one of the people Bran's taken clothes from, go right ahead! Otherwise, feel free to opt out. He does plan to destroy them.]


branstark: (Default)

[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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