The Queen has spoken. (Broadcast)

[decisiveconquest]

WHO: Daenerys Targaryen
WHAT: Exactly. What is happening.
WHERE: Tucked away in a safe corner.
WHEN: A few days after she arrives.

(From what information she has gathered Daenerys has come to the conclusion that she is trapped under some awful spell. Was it cast by the Night King? Or is someone else to blame? The last thing she remembers is the light of her Dothraki's arakhs being extinguished. Drogon had been at her side, ready to avenge his brother, and she is just now realizing how much she has come to rely on him. Without him, she feels exposed and vulnerable.)

I am Daenerys Targaryen, Queen of the Andals, the Rhoynar, and the First Men, Protector of the Seven Kingdoms, Khaleesi of the Great Grass Sea, Lady of Dragonstone, Breaker of Chains, Mother of Dragons and The Unburnt. If anyone has information on our current situation, I want to hear it.

(Vulnerability isn't new to her; she knows how to bend it to her will; to put on a mask while inside she is shaking.)

We will be safer if we work together. (Unless this is a repeat of her welcome to Westeros, of course. She will lead here like she had done in the East. She must.) Those with the skills of soldiers, make yourselves known. We can establish a meeting point and set our temporary (What should she call all of this?) abode to rights. If anyone is injured, we can surely find creative methods to bringing you some relief.

The shadows will not consume us.

Comments

[calculo]

( well, that was a name. )

What kind of meeting point would work in a place that never stays the same?

( honest question. if she's got a good solution to that, he wants to hear it otherwise it sounds like a lot of empty words. )

Should figure out that problem first.

( since it's one of the bigger ones. )

[decisiveconquest]

(She could add more, but that would be silly.)

A meeting point based on our current surroundings. We can change it as often as things shift.

(This strange technology could prove useful in that case.)

I agree. I would suggest choosing noticeable landmarks.

[calculo]

You got a place in mind?

( seems like she's trying to take a lead and while that's not his thing, neither's following. he's always been a 'leave me alone to work' but he'll listen. )

I haven't seen any real eye catching landmarks. Mostly just dirt and dust and things that are falling apart. Not great for giving directions.

[decisiveconquest]

But there are things that can be built into something taller and stronger. If we could find paint, that would serve us well.

(That's probably a long shot, but she is standing up, her Asus carefully in hand.)

[skaa]

( those are definitely some titles.... )

I can fight. ( sure, let's just freely volunteer ourselves for more killing. that always puts her in a good mood. )

Where do do you want to meet?

[decisiveconquest]

Do you have a weapon? (Daenerys wishes she had carried a sword or an arakh with her.)

We need to choose a marker where everyone can gather. If our surroundings shift again, that will be a problem.

[skaa]

A pair of obsidian daggers. ( and herself.

she considers something a moment before... )

I can push a sign of some sort above me. It won't move anywhere I'm not.

But the path to me would probably be different for every person. And it would only last until... ( she doesn't entirely want to give away her weaknesses so early. ) I get too tired to continue.

[decisiveconquest]

Dragon's glass. (She is reminded once more of the Night King. Is this a coincidence or a sign?)

I won't ask you to raise it yet, but when the time comes, we will need to move swiftly. (She is hoping to unite more than a few people.) Can you rest?

[swordliest]

Sure you'll have time for all that, in between listing off all your titles?

[He's, uh, not really a fan of the ruling class, and she sounds very much like "ruling class".]

If you need to secure a perimeter, I'm willing to help. Can't promise I'll stick around after, though.

[He's got places to be, you see.]

[decisiveconquest]

Am I to forget who I am? (She's more than simple ruling class.)

Where else will you go? Off on your own to be chased by shadows?

[swordliest]

[drawling:] Is that what that was? What, already so forgettable that you need to remind yourself?

[Sounds like a crock of ego to him.]

You don't need to worry about me.

[decisiveconquest]

Would you rather spend what time we have criticizing my introduction or could we perhaps speak of ways to survive our new environment?

(Deal with it.)

I wasn't, but you could be useful to those who can't charge off so valiantly.

[gonplei]

[ Octavia has ideas for a meeting place, but first: ]

You're not queen of anybody here. Lose the titles.

[ Take it from one queen to another. ]

[decisiveconquest]

I am proud of who I am and I won't forget what I have done. (Sorry, pride is a thing.)

[gonplei]

You're not any better than anyone here.

[ And the use of extensive titles surely makes her seem like she thinks she is. ]

And you're not our queen. Whatever andals, kingdoms, men you ruled over aren't here.

[decisiveconquest]

Did I say I was?

(She just stated her titles. She actually has more.)

You think I didn't notice? But the past matters; experience matters.

[wontgraham]

[ To Will's ears, this sounds like an exposition-dump from a Ren Faire actor. But she also sounds much more sure of herself than someone who's lying would — Will has so far heard of others from strange universes, although he's yet to meet them in person. He's...working on taking all of this at face value.

While simultaneously not sinking into the fear that he's just hallucinating all of this. Wonderful. ]

I've been in the same place as several people and...unable to see them. I'm not sure we can have a group meeting while we're here.

[ Will has so far only encountered people via radio and mirrors and writing on the wall — he doesn't know there's two distinct sides, but he knows there's some people he just can't interact with properly here.

But the fact that she's asking this, does that mean— ] Have you seen anyone in person yet? [ If his voice sounds a bit thinner and almost hopeful, there, well...it's because it is. ]

[decisiveconquest]

Are you sure you were in the exact same place? (Fear makes her throat feel tight and she is glad she is seated. What if she never sees anyone in this nightmare? How does she know anyone she is speaking to is real?

No, there has to be hope.) I haven't. But that doesn't mean anything. This place could be much vaster than we imagine.

[wontgraham]

I'm sure. Unless this place— intentionally mirrors locations in different places to trick us. It was a...very unique setting we were sharing. [ Melted staircase that collapsed, it's a uh. Long story. And related to a swollen ankle that Will's still cautious of walking on.

He thinks he hears a tension in her voice, one he'd personally interpret as fear. Possibly because he's afraid, and it's a completely understandable response to this. ] Or it's very small, and we're being funneled into separate circular paths. With the scenery moving all the time...

[ragnarsson]

[Holy crap, what kind of a title was that? Northmen were a lot more modest with their titles when it came to royalty.]

I've never been called a soldier before-- [The title is far too formal and conjures up images of the craven English forces for him.] --but I am a warrior and king. [Something he normally doesn't divulge, but he might as well make sure they are on equal terms right off the bat.] I've won almost every battle I have ever gone into, so I can be of use.

[decisiveconquest]

(In her defense, she didn't come up with them. You tend to acquire titles when you do amazing feats for cities/slaves and so forth. Also some of them are just hers by birthright.)

You know how to fight and how to lead. I think that far more useful than you being a simple soldier.

[ragnarsson]

Norsemen are meant for fighting. It is in our blood, for it pleases our gods to see us in combat and spilling blood.

[He sounds very proud of that fact, for Ivar was never even meant to see the field of battle with his useless legs. Yet here he is, a proper warrior in his own right.]

[itselbitch]

[ oh. my. fucking. god. it's her. the real thing. the queen of dragons. holy shit. oh sweet baby jesus. margo would lose her goddamn mind if she was here, so thank the universe and whatever gods govern this land that she isn't because eliot doesn't know if he can handle dealing with margo being witless at a time and place like this. or like ever.

anyway. he composes himself before responding because, hey, he's actually a king too so that. works out kinda. maybe. ]

You're Majesty, Queen Targaryen. [ proverbial bow here. ] I am Eliot Waugh, King of Fillory, Commander of the Elements, Ambassador of Brakebills, and Child of Earth. While I have not yet learned much of our present predicament, I am pleased to know that I am not the only royal amongst those trapped within this strange land.

Perhaps if we could combine our efforts, we would sooner build a safe haven whilst we continue our inquiries.

[ ah. thank fuck for all the theater he's done over the years. ]

[decisiveconquest]

(Royalty speaking to royalty can either be easier or more dangerous. They know how to get what they want, usually, even if that means spilling blood.)

You're not and neither am I. There is at least one other King in our presence - if he wasn't lying. (Of course this man could be lying too.) Commander of the Elements? What does that mean?

[itselbitch]

Do you perhaps mean the boy king? With the crutches. [ ivar, that is, though eliot chooses not to volunteer the name. ]

It is as it sounds. I can move the ground, bend water, fire, and electricity to my will. A magician, as it called in some lands.