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[OPEN] When I was a child I'd sit for hours staring into open flames...

Who: Daenerys Targaryen (

dorzalta) & others.
What: Chimera call to action in Wyver, post-kidnapping/torture, plus whatever goes down in April.
When: March/April catch-all.
Where: Wyver, Thesa Station, and others TBD.
Warning(s): Game of Thrones/Daenerys standard warnings, torture, self harm, etc.

Wyver
I. CHIMERAS
To get close to the dragons, Daenerys believes she must get close to the Beastmaster known as Thali. It would do her well to participate in this task for a multitude of reasons, the first of which includes keeping herself occupied. Her hair's braided back into one single plait, and whilst she's neither donning her Targaryen colors, nor wearing something entirely Dothraki, she is in leathers and pieces spun for practicality in the heat and humidity.

( a. ) Are you her partner in gathering the chimeras and feeding them? If so, have fun standing beside her as she stares at the creatures, frowning. "Which mouth do they feed themselves with? They're rather vicious looking."

( b. ) Or perhaps you're seated with her on one of the rocks near a spring. She's parchment with her, spattered in water and mud (is that blood?), with notes scrawled on the pages. Her legs are stretched out before her, hooked at the ankles, and she looks as if she is a queen in her element, not an onlooker studying a creature's behaviors. "It's a shame they've the head of a lion. That is a lion, isn't it?"

( c. ) Of course, living creatures--be it humans, dragons, or chimeras--can be spooked, and these are no different. One of the dragons in the nearby areas roars, and suddenly the chimera the two of you are guiding to a new location jerks. "Watch for its--mouths," she warns you, before ducking from the lashing snake tail. "Shh, friend, the dragons will not harm you."

II. FIELDS OF THE EXALTED (post-kidnapping)
She's reason enough to claim her spot in this place, having spied upon Thali during her work with the chimeras. After a few days of ignoring anyone and everyone, Daenerys is quick to reassert herself. It would do no good for a queen to show weakness. Likewise, she's determined to find a job to move out of her... less than acceptable living arrangements.

( a. ) If you're a friend visiting her, she may rope you into meeting a dragon--her dragon. For while Drogon is not free for her to ride as she'd prefer, he is still on the grounds, in the sanctuary. She can still interact with him. Which means you will, too!

( b. ) Work is good for the soul. When she was nothing more than a khaleesi, the khalasar kept her busy and exhausted. It might've been a simpler life, traveling with a nomadic tribe, but there were still things to appreciate. Do you help Dany gather meat for feeding younger dragons, lead in livestock for the adults, break up fights between dragons, tend to sick creatures, or training youngsters?

III. WILDCARD
HMU if you want some other interaction in Wyver prior to or post kidnapping!

Thesa Station
IV. STASIS
It's been some time since she's visited her people, and for that, there is a flare of guilt. Wearing her attire from home, she spends a vast majority of her time in the stasis room.

( a. ) She stands before ser Jorah's pod, staring up at him with a troubled expression. A palm rests against the glass of his pod, fingers gently smoothing the glass as if she would touch his face. It's intimate, but what of the stasis room is not? "I don't know what to do," you might overhear her telling her old bear. "I need you by my side. Please wake up."

( b. ) Missandei looks so peaceful, and that peace brings her peace. It's the first time she's smiled. "You'd have found them adorable. I know you've never seen a hatchling before."

( c. ) "You've left me with scars, brother," she murmurs to Viserys' slumbering face. No gold crown, not a crown for a king. No demonic teeth or flame-bright eyes. "But it was you who woke the dragon, this time."

V. MESS HALL
Wine and oranges--that's what Dany has as she sits in the mess hall. She's alone at her table, looking up, not at others. Up means she can gaze through the expansive glass lining the upper part of the room, and out into space itself. "Do you believe the stars are souls?" she'll ask someone, if they sit at her table.

VI. WILDCARD
Let's do it.

( ooc: Feel free to ping me on plurk to hash out some plans

bubblytangerine or PM me on this journal. Will match format, so if prose isn't your jam, no biggie. Daenerys was kidnapped and tortured, so she will be absent for a period of time. )

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Daenerys, as usual, is difficult to miss. Claire considers leaving her be and simply grabbing a meal on her own before heading back to Olympia, but she's rather tired of her self-imposed isolation. Magic has removed the evidence of any wrongdoing from her face, though she's covered elsewhere. Long sleeves, her skirts that brush the floor, and gloves. She looks ready for winter.

As tempting as it's been to hibernate until the sun comes back out, so to speak, she knows she can't.

"It's a pretty thought," Claire says, easing herself down into a seat, "But they're not. So, no."

She had mentioned moving to Wyver, wanting to be closer to their namesake, and he'd been sad to see her go. But he certainly hadn't been about to insist she change her mind. With the way the cities had been lately, perhaps Wyver would be less hostile towards someone who wore her colors than Olympia was.

And then there had been chaos and blood and people had been taken and rescued and he had watched it all with a sort of pained repetitiveness. He had seen life play out like this before, and he'd been hoping to avoid it. But it seemed no matter where he went or how long he lived, history repeated itself. Even on other worlds.

But concern was there in his mind for the small, fierce woman that he seemed to share a strange kinship with, and when he'd been unable to reach her on the devices, he'd opted to fly to Wyver himself. He'd been wanting to see the other city regardless, and in the cover of night, what was one swarm of bats in a mass of others? It made traversing between the cities much easier, regardless of how 'badly' the monarchy felt for those taken and harmed. It was close to morning when he reached Wyver, and he found her scent in a matter of an hour or so, relieving his mind that she was even still here at all. But the wee hours was not the time to visit, and while he could be in the sun without immolation, he was still trying not to press his luck. It still hurt after an extended period of time, and he'd like to avoid blistering in front of her when she still did not know the truth of him.

So it was after he'd bunked down in an inn for the morning, resting and feeding on goat's blood (too cool and not nearly satisfying enough), that he sought her out in the later afternoon. The sun was still up, and it was much warmer here than it was in Olympia, but it seemed 'Spring' was still just starting, so it was still temperamental weather as he went looking for her. And found her, walking through the markets, talking to the children that ran by and teased at her skirts. He stayed in the shade as much as one could, but that was more out of habit than need.

For awhile, he merely followed, wanting to see how she was without her having to pretend for his sake.

[Mai tends to keep to the youngsters and after about three months or so of tending to them, the fledglings seem very familiar with her. She had thought after the kidnappings she might stay away for longer but honestly, this helped ground her as much as knives didn't. Dragons in her own world may have been long since extinct but this was a distant reminder of that world and she clung to it fervently as the only person from her world currently awake and active.

Today she's come to help train. It's just basic manners, things like no biting when being fed and learning how to obey voice commands but it's a start. And despite her dark looks or her cool nature, out with the babies like this she's almost... motherly? Soft maybe? She's a hell of a lot more relaxed anyhow. One of the smaller fledglings rides on her shoulder comfortably enough, trying to keep out of the grasp of some of the rougher players among the group.

Daenerys is only a vaguely familiar face, one she's seen elsewhere before but never really interacted with. Her memory of escapes and fires and all that say she's seen her before in all the chaos too but she isn't quite sure about that honestly. Regardless she makes her way over to introduce herself - good coworker relations and all that.]

Hey.

When news gets around that the transporters are fixed, Daenerys isn't the only one thinking about visiting the stasis room.

Percy hasn't been back since -- gods, since before he ever made it to the ground. Back when he'd first woken up from his own slumber, been told the news of the Storm and the destruction of his home world, that this is what comes next. It's been too long since he's seen the faces of his loved ones, and he takes his time in here. Finds his mom, his stepdad, his girlfriend, his friends. Pauses at a pod containing a sleeping cyclops -- his half-brother, Tyson, and what wouldn't he give for him, or any of the rest of them to wake?

When he hears someone speaking, he looks up, going still. He doesn't want to eavesdrop or anything, even accidentally, so he makes a point of clearing his throat. Which is awkward, but there's no way this wasn't going to be.

"Hey," he says, then, "sorry. Didn't mean to interrupt."

But he wants to make sure she knows she has company, not quite the privacy she'd probably thought.

He had woken Dany early in the morning to steal away with him, out into the wilderness. Neither of them had ever known firm roots in their lives, always feeling adrift and without a real home. For the first time he could remember, he found that sense of belonging, but it was only at her side. Wyver or Olympia or even the wild, it didn't matter. This, being together was where he found grounding.

He rented a horse for her, a white one that he had his eye on as a potential gift. After preparing something for them to eat along the way (or rather, purchasing something from a nearby inn), he collected Dany and rode off with her out of the gates of Olympia. It would be the first (and possibly last time before she left for Wyver) that she would get to see the mountains and the rolling hills.

Urging her into a race, the two of the charged into the woods, passing a number of creatures along the way. Most were disturbed from their sleep, but a few watched them with hungry eyes. Jon wasn't concerned. Longclaw was with him as always and Ghost was at their heels. It was enough to let him feel comfortable as he slowed his horse, scanning the area for a place to rest and eat their meal.

"I think I see an abandoned cottage ahead. Do you want to explore it?"

It isn't 76's intention to overhear a private conversation between a young woman and one of the pods, but people easily forget that they're not the only ones to make visits here. He'd decided to make a trip here now that they actually have station access again. It's overly sentimental, he's well aware, but he'd needed some time away from Wyver after everything that happened.

In reality, he's putting off going back for as long as he can get away with it.

He could walk by the stranger without saying anything, but that might be even more awkward. There's an imperative to acknowledge what he's heard.

"Unfortunately, it's not up to them."

Well, in some cases that's a good thing, but telling her that isn't going to make her feel any better.

[ He's walking around, blending among the shadows in Wyver like they belong to him. Enough friends live in the city that he doesn't have to worry about a place to say, even if he still has safehouses here, and contacts among the locals. ]

[ Work is good for the soul. Doing something new, in a place where nobody requires questions or consideration, can be good for the soul — the heat helps, toiling until his muscles ache help with sleep. They start today by tending to the injured ones — Bruce had approached her at once upon seeing her — skims his hand gently over one to soothe it. ]

This one's doing well.

The chaos around them seems to be exacerbated by the memories. Surely the others have witnessed some thus far? She's already shared a number, far more than she would like.

It's in the chaos that she catches Sansa--quite literally bumping into the Stark and wrapping her fingers around the girl's forearm before they're separated. "Are you all right?" she tries to shout above the howling winds, knowing it would only be by chance she's heard.

Luck (or lack of it) would have it that she's tugged into yet another memory. That pull, the blinding fog--so familiar, Dany's forced to endure it, gritting her teeth all the while. Would this be Sansa's memory? Would she finally see what Winterfell looks like?

The chanting sends a chill skittering down her spine. As the fog fades, a spacious hut appears, filled with a number of Dothraki in all forms of dress. The women chanting are spread around a platform, swaying to the words they speak. Some of the men join in on the chant, not nearly as loud as the Dosh Khaleen are.

And on the platform? Daenerys. Or a younger version of herself, dressed in horse hair and leather, her silver hair loose down her back, mouth and chin covered in blood. She's on her knees, belly rounded from her pregnancy, swaying, her hands bloody and holding a stallion's heart.

Before her sits the man she watches, ripping another hunk of bloody muscle from the half-eaten heart. Impossibly large and muscular this man is, his long, dark hair pulled back into a thick braid. Her husband watches with sharp eyes, heated eyes, nodding his head as she swallows down another piece of the heart.

Dany stares at Drogo with creased brows and a clear frown on her lips. There's a glassy sheen to her eyes, visible only when the flames dance a certain way.

[Wyver is empty and its citizens are at the beach.

Enjolras is among them, determined not feeling any nostalgia for the Mediterranean or reminising about his childhood in the South of France. Neither of those things serve him, so he ignores them. Regretfully he leaves most of his books at home, fearing sand, sun, and sea might destroy the treasures he's only just recieved from the Natha. He has one small volume, a Wyverian book of political history.

He hires an umbrella, towel, and bathing suit (mildly suprised at the skin it reveals on himself and others) and picks a spot on the beach and begins to set up. His friends are in the water, enjoying themselves and the sun, he's content to sit in the shade for now, reading and thinking.

A sudden gust of wind picks up the umbrella and blows it along down the beach- straight into a young woman. With haste he chases after it, quite apologetic.] Madame, are unhurt?

[Ramsay hadn't been back in stasis all that long, but it had been long enough for his hound, Alison, to develop bad habits. She was a good girl, from a good bloodline, with a keen sense for hunting-- but she was strong willed and needed a firm hand to keep her in line.

Even with all his fingers and faculties, Theon couldn't have managed her.

Ramsay doesn't particularly enjoy hunting beasts in the forest. There's no pleasure to be taken in overcoming them; no way to terrorize them or give them a glimmer of hope before snatching it away again, but as much as he'd like to he can't just set Alison after a stray child in the middle of the street. He'll work on that. After he's worked on Alison's behaviour.

After a day of hunting they wander back into Olympia, Alison now alertly walking to heel while Ramsay carries a bird and some animals over his shoulder. Ramsay walks as though he owns the street, while Alison stares down anyone who catches her eye.

The white hair in the crowd is hard to miss, so Ramsay makes for the figure, still as confident as ever] Good day, your grace. It's a pleasure to see you here.

[His smile is a charm and warmth.]

"Better timing, I think," she tells him, as they trudge through the woods. Having heard from Jon and Vlad's venture up to the secluded space, they had some idea of the ways to approach. The things to consume. All of that, which had allowed them safe passage. In the distance, the village looms. "That you come down to Wyver now. The village wasn't open to foreigners prior to the council's birth."

There's much to update Percy on due to his time in stasis. When she'd first found him in Olympia, she hadn't given him a hug, but there was clear concern in her eyes. No, she doesn't know him well enough yet to initiate touch.

"Not too humid for you?"

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Wyver - Post-Kidnapping

II-B

IV - a

Love Shack (Backdated)

IV (a)

ii-b.

For Sansa - memory share

the time says March/April but I do what I want: Beach Edition

Surprise it's me again: this time with dogs ALSO GENERAL CONTENT WARNING FOR VIOLENT THOUGHTS

@percy - khalo village