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The Ton Test Drive Meme I

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Arrival

I. WELCOME

You don't remember when or where you fell asleep exactly.

Perhaps it's the tickling sensation of a low hanging tree branch brushing against your nose or the feel of the slightly damp grass underneath you that causes you to awaken but when you do you'll find yourself lying amongst a glade of wisteria trees. You're not alone - nymphs of the trees laugh and dance about you, clearly amused at the new arrival. Along with them, your new loyal servant is here on Pheme's bidding. How this servant looks is different to each arrival. Some are saddled with short, stout butlers, others are welcomed by towering, busty maids. Regardless of their appearance, they introduce themselves with a kindness and warmth that is simultaneously reassuring and strangely impossible to resist when they beckon you to follow them from the grove and out into the city of Andovale.

The closest structure within sight is the Palace and its grounds. It is here that the Lady Pheme resides and from here that she rules over the city, your servant explains to you. You have been selected and brought here personally by her. It is she who assigned the servant to guide you through the regency-inspired city that is your new home.

Eventually, they will bring you to your new residence within the outskirts of somewhere called the "Trade Quarter". You are now the resident of a room within one of the many imposing town houses which make up the Grand Crescent. Throughout your stay here the servant will be your own personal butler or maid. This is where all new arrivals will be living for the time being you are told. Your servant will also give you a crash course on life here and the concept of Thumos - the energy or life force that keeps Andovale and all life within it going - including you now that you are here. It's generated through acts of intimacy, whether that be physical or emotional.

Once you have been shown to your room, you are given two things: a network communication device and a letter. The letter reads as follows:

My dearest reader,

Welcome to Andovale.

The delights of our fair city are yours to explore.

I do hope that you make your stay here a most interesting one. I shall be frightfully disappointed if you do not - and we do not want that, do we?

You will hear from me again very soon.

Yours Truly,

Lady Pheme

You are free to wander about and explore the house and its surroundings as you please. It's certainly spacious enough. As well as your own quarters, each of the townhouses of the Grand Crescent have large communal areas, which includes the kitchens (although why you'd like to go there when your servant can fetch any delicacies you'd like for you!), a dining room, a parlour with its own small library, two drawing rooms (somewhere you can go to chill out basically - harp music anyone?) and a generously sized garden. Strangely, unlike most accurate regency townhouses, there do not appear to be any servant's quarters - perhaps these servants don't need to rest? Or they go somewhere else entirely for that.

Why not introduce yourself to your new housemates? Or enjoy some tea and cakes that have been prepared for you personally by your retainer, which they seem to keep insisting on bringing to you?

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II. AN INVITATION

Your arrival coincides with the beginning of spring and with it the height of the ton's social season. What kind of social event can signify the start of this better than a grand ball?

Coincidentally you won't have long to enjoy your new home in peace and quiet. Wherever you are within the Grand Crescent your house's assigned butler or maid will track you down sometime during the day. They are not empty-handed and they carry a silver tray, upon which is an envelope with a wax seal bearing the letter "P". Inside the envelope is an invitation. An invitation from your benevolent ruler, Lady Pheme herself.

Each character will receive an invitation identical in wording to the one below:

MASKED BALL

YOUR CHARACTER'S NAME HERE


Is requested to attend the ball at THE PALACE, on 25th of March current, at 9 o'clock p. m.


Do not trouble yourself - masks will be provided upon your arrival.

Lady Pheme

You have already been told that an invitation to the Palace from the lady herself is the only way in. So if you want to find out anything about the tyrant lady then you better get yourself gussied up. Your servant can help you find something appropriate to wear - or not appropriate, the choice is entirely yours after all. The ball awaits.

Masked Ball

For the first time tonight, the gates of the Palace are open. Whether you're arriving on horseback, by carriage or on foot, you must travel through those gates and down a wide sweeping roadway, lined with immaculately trimmed hedges and roses bushes.

Stone steps and huge double doors greet you at the other end. Once you go through these doors, you will enter a grand entrance hall. You will see this room and the ballroom only. All other rooms are out of bounds and no amount of physical force or magic powers will get you to them.

In the short time that Andovale has been in existence, Lady Pheme has already built herself a bit of a reputation for being rather erratic when it comes to the Palace's interior. She seems to change it on a whim whenever she feels like it. She does so hate being bored after all. The colour scheme she fancies on this particular evening is black, white and silver. The many servants and attendants milling around are dressed all in white and are of course, wearing masks themselves. Every free surface is covered in grand flower arrangements, also in white.

Upon arrival, you are handed two very important items. The first is your dance card, the second is your mask. You will not be able to enter the Palace ballroom without both of these items.










The delight that is the dance card is key to every regency ball experience. Traditionally held by young women, at this ball everyone gets one. The dance card is used to record the names of those with whom you intend to dance each successive dance with at a formal ball such as this.

Got cold feet? Dancing not your thing? You might find that card being magically filled out for you. One second it's completely blank, the next you look down and find yourself with a list of delightful individuals with whom to show off your dance moves. (You have Pheme to thank for that - she's just looking out for you!)

Curiously, there is no sign of your generous hostess herself. Just a throne sitting empty at the top of the ballroom.

As for the masks, well... they're not quite what they seem too. It isn't as though you'll have any choice but to find that our for yourself. As previously mentioned, there's no entering the ballroom without one on. You might be able to persuade someone to swap masks with you or ask a member of the Palace stuff for another one - but they're all about as chaotic as each other.

Hey, at least the drinks are unlimited.

A typical regency ball usually ends around 5 in the morning so you might be here a while.

Note: The images below are just a guide, you can decide exactly what your mask looks like as long as it fits within the colour/animal category described.

Silver Mask

Simple and classic - unless you go for one of the more elaborately patterned ones.

The wearer of this mask will find themselves experiencing only the most pleasant of hallucinations. We'll leave the interpretation of that up to you.

You're also hungry. Really damn hungry.

Blue Mask

Masks of this hue will leave the wearer with an overwhelming sense of sadness. You're just plain bummed out.

Unless that is, you get yourself someone to dance with. In fact the only way to feel remotely normal or cheerful while you're wearing this mask is to dance the night away and you will feel compelled to do just that. Otherwise you're just going to be a giant sad sack all evening and nobody wants that.

Peacock Mask

Wow, so you like to make a statement, huh? Or maybe it was the only one within reach. Either way, nobody's going to fail to notice you in one of these.

Seriously. No, seriously, is it just you or is everyone staring at you? You know the mask is pretty garish in comparison to the others but this seems like an overreaction...

The truth is this mask makes you irresistible to others. So you have the personality of a shovel? Your problems are over, my chum. All of the ton will now be dazzled by your sparkling wit and the positively flawless way in which you conduct yourself. Everyone's laughing at your jokes, even when you didn't make one. Everyone wants to be the first name on your dance card. You might even find yourself with a couple of marriage proposals by the end of the night.

You lucky thing you.

Pink Mask

Two words: MEET CUTE.

Come on, it's everyone's favorite trope! You know that romcom hero or heroine who is delightfully and cutely clumsy? Always bumping into their future love interest? Well, this mask lets you become just that.

You know, after your third spilled drink of the night this could actually get really annoying.

Harlequin Mask

There is no such thing as privacy for those who end up with a harlequin mask. It may take you a while to realise (unless someone else takes pity enough to point it out to you) but this particular mask projects the wearer's innermost private thoughts onto the front of it for anyone else to read.

Let's hope you're not thinking anything too insulting. Otherwise, we might have a fight on our hands.

Cat Mask

This mask causes the wearer to start acting... well, like a cat.

Chasing shiny objects, randomly knocking glasses off the drinks table, rubbing yourself against somebody else's legs... all of that. You weirdo. What will it take to ward you off? A spray from a water bottle? A laser pointer? If only those had been invented...

Golden Mask

This mask will really amp up your Thumos production. When we say really, we mean really.

The slightest touch from another will suddenly feel like ecstasy to you. Even something as simple and bland as someone tapping you on the shoulder is liable to have you feeling weak at the knees.

Naturally this could get a little awkward if you've never even met the other person before. Oh well, at least they can't see your face properly.

Red Mask

Red is the colour of passion. That must be why you're passionately angry at that person. Specifically the first person you lay eyes on once you enter the ballroom. You might even say that they are your nemesis.

Does this person even know that they're your nemesis? Probably not. (Unless they just happen to also put on a red mask and lay their eyes on you at exactly the same moment!) It doesn't matter. Clearly they must be stopped.

Now no decent, upstanding member of the ton would condone actual violence of any kind. Particularly not at a high society soirée such as this. Your fighting must be sneaky, subtle - make them feel like they're simply not welcome here! Throw thinly veiled insults at their attire, literally throw one of the vol-au-vents at them when their back is turned, accidentlly spill your glass of lemonade in their lap... Do whatever it takes. Well, within reason.

How do you like them apples?

The bustling market of Andovale's Trade Quarter is known for having only the finest produce. This week there is a new stall that has never appeared before and it does not specialise in your run of the mill fruit and vegetables.

This particular stall is selling golden apples. In appearance they appear to be literally made of solid gold yet the beautiful woman minding the stall demonstrates that they are perfectly edible. In fact, they're downright delicious - you just can't stop yourself taking a bite. We would venture to say that they are probably the most delicious apples you have ever tasted.

They also come with side effects.

The legendary Golden Apples of the Garden of Hesperides were a wedding present to the goddess Hera from Gaia, the ancestral mother of all life. The apples promised immortality and anyone who ate them would never again experience hunger, thirst, suffering or illness... well, these apples are but a pale imitation of that. No, you won't become immortal but for exactly twenty-four hours after you've taken your first bite you will find that you don't need to eat, drink or rest. Your strength and stamina will increase tenfold and things that would normally cause harm to you cannot. Optionally, you may also be feeling extremely concupiscent, as the locals would put it - aka horny to you and me.

Somehow there's always a bad apple in the bunch though, right? Or several.

Unfortunately some of these apples are Apples of Discord. If you happen to pick one of these, one bite will still give you all of the traits mentioned above but for the next twenty-four hours you will find that unluckiness and chaos seems to shadow your every step...

So maybe you're passing beneath an open window and a maid accidentally empties a vase of water and some dead flowers on your head. Maybe you're in your local inn just trying to have a quiet drink but find that others are constantly trying to start a fight with you. Trying to get lucky with that special someone? Maybe certain parts of your anatomy just will not get with the program. And we advise you to maybe avoid carrying anything delicate and breakable for the next short while.

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Jon Snow ✥ Game of Thrones

[northerndragon]

WELCOME - DRAWING ROOM

Jon is a bearded man in his mid-twenties: his hair is dark and curling, and while his height is not imposing, his bearing and his appearance of lean strength might be. This is not his world, but he is only a little out of place in it -- so far.

Still, when he enters the drawing room, he hears the harp playing. He had liked musicians when they had played at Winterfell, but never as his sister had. But this place is some kind of palace, in its way. It is far cleaner and less rough than he's used to, with its plastered and painted and gilded walls, its floors of wood or marble or silken carpet.

He immediately backs out of the room, before entering it again a moment later.

Maybe you see him then and remark on it, or maybe you see him a little while after, when he sits in a chair, sipping something from a glass. (A glass! It's rare and expensive, and there is little of it in the North outside of Winterfell, where they do not drink from it.) A servant approaches him with a plate full of delicate little iced cakes, and he says, in a low voice, No more, and waves the butler away. He murmurs Seven hells! under his breath once the servant is out of earshot, and shakes his head in amazement.

Then he looks at you, and says, "This what it's like where you come from?"

MASKED BALL -- PEACOCK MASK

i. dance card
He is told that he should dance with the people whose names are on the card. But he doesn't know most of them, or how to find them.

So it is that he wanders through the ball with a golden peacock mask on -- a garish thing, but it was given to him in the same way that the card was -- and sometimes says, "Forgive me, but -- do you know who this is?" and points to a name on the card.

Is it yours?

ii. Irresistible?
It was his way, as a lad, to hang around in corners, both a little unwilling and a little unable to join in others' fun. He has been called sullen. He is still this way sometimes, even as a king: there is a bit of distance between the high table and the others, back at Winterfell, and he takes no one to his rooms, not even the ones who have made it clear that they would be eager to go there. No one calls him sullen anymore -- but they speak of him brooding, and some seem to find it charming. He doesn't really understand why.

Tonight, though, no one seems to want to allow him to be standoffish, no matter how little he looks like he wants to be there. Any number of people have approached him. Will you? He has no way of knowing that you might not be doing it entirely of your own volition.

If he happens to approach you, he asks, "Tired of all this dancing yet?" or "This city -- do you know if it has any hunting grounds?"

He does not mean the ball.

GOLDEN APPLE

It's trouble, isn't it? Trouble to eat a strange fruit. Trouble to feel like this -- it makes him miss Ygritte, and she is long gone. He has not wanted a woman since, but part of him does now.

That sort of trouble, he can handle: honor demands that he ignore it. Being a good man demands that he ignore it.

But what he cannot ignore is how much he seems to be tripping over his own feet today. He nearly falls on the street outside of a shop. When you see him, he walks into a door that had been open a moment before.

He stands there dazed, rubbing his stinging face, before he says, "I ought to go back to my rooms before someone is killed."

[OOC: Got other ideas? I'm at detectivefiction -- or you can drop me a PM or just surprise me with a wildcard! Some preferences on journal. Jon doesn't actually like a ton of attention and tends to be kind of repressed about sex and relationships, as he canonically has a lot of internalized shame, so a lot of these prompts are intended to pull him out of his comfort zone. Pull point is early s7, before his life gets really bad again.]

Appletime

[huntgodsbride]

"It seems like the only person you should be worrying about is yourself." Nora raises her eyebrows. She's never been so warm in her life before, and it makes me miss the coldness of her homeworld. Which is strange in itself.

She also misses her owlbear, but that is neither here nor there. What is, is this poor man's stinging face. "Started drinking a little early?"

[northerndragon]

"No," he replies, sounding baffled. He would not have said no to a good mug of ale with breakfast, but they had pushed some kind of bitter tea at him, and anyway, a good breakfast ale doesn't mean a man is in his cups.

The lady is fair, but every lady is beginning to seem fair to him today -- if he didn't know the truth to be to the contrary, he'd think that it might be that he is in his cups. But it must be something else.

"I can't expect you to believe it, my lady, but I'm not a drunkard. Not even clumsy, as a rule."

Fair, and her eyes are very fine.

[huntgodsbride]

"Really? Because I think that the door you ran into has other ideas." Nora looked around him at the door again and then at his face, pursing her lips as she seriously considered him.

"You didn't break your nose with that, did you?" A pause, "Well, it's not bleeding anyway. And please, I know we have a servant and everything, but it is really odd to be referred to with a title. I'm a hunter, not a lady."

[northerndragon]

She doesn't act like much of a lady either, from what he can see, but that doesn't mean much. And it's all to the good: the ladies he has known are harder to talk to than this girl, though she is not more kind.

"No," (a gentle touch to the side of the bridge of his nose to be sure he's speaking true,) "I didn't break my nose. So you're no lady. What do you hunt?"

[huntgodsbride]

"Zenni, mostly. It..." She's had to explain this a few times now, but it always makes her feel insane to explain the concept of zenni. It's zenni, for godssakes! Everyone should know what zenni is! "You find it on animals, mostly. It's a crystal used to power things. And of course, the hide and meat for trading, you never want to waste anything."

Good, his nose was fine. Feeding him a goodberry wouldn't be necessary. "I've an owlbear - Astrid - as a hunting companion. It makes it quite easy to corral prey."

[northerndragon]

He nods along. He has no idea what zenni is before she explains, but it sounds like it's of use to her people, and anyway, he can't stop thinking of how pretty her eyes are. Her mouth is --

It does no good to think this way, and in truth, it isn't like him. What's come over him? He tries to set his mind on less troublesome things.

"Back in the North, I hunted -- well, any beast you might eat. Fowl and rabbit, sometimes bigger game. I have a direwolf, raised him from a pup, but he hunts for himself, not for me."

He pauses. Time was when he did that hunting to feed his brothers in the Watch, but now, it seems expected of him. If men name you their king, they want to hunt your woods with you the next day, or the next week, no matter that you are not sure they're your woods at all when you have a living trueborn sister. It's strange to be a bastard one day and king the next. It's strange to be dead one day, and alive the next. It's strange for the whole North to look to you, and it's strange to be pulled away from the world and lands you came from, and set here in some city, in some game.

"You miss your bear? It's good to have a friend."

[huntgodsbride]

Nora nodded, "I do. But I suppose it's for the best that Astrid isn't here. He doesn't do well in heat, and it's hot enough to boil water here."

The poor thing would overheat for certain, considering all the blubber he had. "I think Astrid understands me better than anyone. I raised him from a cub, after all."

And spoiled the giant creature a fair bit.

Dance Card

[ohmyscream]

Annie herself is also is one of the peacock masks. She had been living up getting all sorts of attention. It was good given her last few years had been well, lonely. It's hard to come back from having her reputation pretty much turned into the hottest of messes.

"I...!!" Annie is about to brush him off because she has had too many dances in a row. People being a bit too loud when she prefers a bit of quiet.

"I'm surprised they used my full name. I don't go by Annabelle," she says shaking her head. It's hard to be upset or put off by it. Strange magic or something.

[northerndragon]

The look he gives her is apologetic in a way that can be seen even behind a mask: a tilt of his head, an awkward half smile, a slight shrug.

"Not Annabelle? What, then? Nan?"

He does not think it would be kind to tell a young woman that Nan had been the name of his old nurse, a woman who had had half his raising when he was a boy.

"I'm called Jon Snow," he adds.

[ohmyscream]

"Ann, if it has to be formal or Annie for friends. Last year my father started including me in meetings with some of his business partners so I could learn," Annie explains with a slight shrug. Since all the mess that happened to her traditional college wasn't something that was going to work. Life was always going to be a little strange.

She was coping. It was all fine. This is just another hiccup too.

"It's good to meet you, Jon." It's a little awkward due to the fact they were all pretty much here under pressure but it's probably best not to dwell and drag the mood down.

"It's different here. A little strange, if I'm being honest."

Mask twinsies time! (Let me know if I need to change anything!)

[ofwovenstone]

Oh yes, it’s definitely the mask. Cassandra catches sight of someone who also bears a peacock mask, looking like he’d rather be anywhere else and doing his best to fend off a rather determined young woman. Confirmation for her theory. Which, is appreciated, but does nothing to actually help either of them. That’s something she’ll have to do herself.

So she sweeps towards him, deftly interposing herself between him and the woman who is determined to drag him away. “I’m terribly sorry, but he’s next on my dance card,” and she gracefully flicks the card up and away again without letting her actually SEE the names on the list. “Several times over, I’m afraid. It’s very strange.” And then she slips her arm through his and gracefully starts guiding him away from the now extremely disappointed woman.

[northerndragon]

He allows himself to be guided, unsure of whether or not to be grateful for his rescue from the determined woman in the gold mask. At any other time, he would be, but tonight, it is one lady after another after another, and men too, and his cordiality is wearing thin.

This woman seems to be treating him a little less like some sweetmeat held just out of reach, though, and he finds that he can't help but feel relieved.

He gives her a skeptical, half-amused look as they walk away. "How do you know I'm on your dance card? You don't know my name."

There is someone here who might have told her, but he can't imagine why she would have.

"Still, I feel like I should thank you. Another one of them tried to rub her face on my shoulder like a cat."

[ofwovenstone]

He lets her guide him away, which is a relief because it would have handily destroyed Cassandra’s bluff had he argued or refused. She suspects he’s at his wits end, though, dealing with all the untoward attentions. She certainly knows that she’s nearing such a brink. Pelor, she just wants to be left alone. To skirt along the edges of this ball unnoticed.

She smirks up at him, blue-grey eyes amused behind her mask. “I don’t.” She tilts her head back towards the disappointed women they’d left in their wake. “But they don’t know that.”

peacock mask.

[1stpersonsingular]

He comes to her, in a way she finds difficult to turn away even as she's screwed into a too-tight corset and a terrible fit of a gown, showing her his dance card and asking her, quite pleasantly, do you know who this is. Germaine glances down at his card, making out the topmost name easily. It's familiar. Too familiar.

OH NO, her Harlequin mask displays to the world - and to him as well.

Germaine, oblivious still to this misfortune, looks up at him slowly, straightening up to her full height, not impressive and with her face half-shrouded in the mask, she can't fix him with her usual dead stare to compensate. For some reason, she isn't feeling inclined to, either. Instead she nods, voice attempting a neutral pitch and finding only mild amusement. "Germaine Dupont is me," she replies.

SURELY IT COULD BE WORSE, IT COULD HAVE BEEN ONE OF MY BROTHER'S PICKS, her mask projects.

She manages a thin smile.

[northerndragon]

His own attempt at a smile turns more apologetic, and he tips his head to the side in sympathy.

"My sister isn't here, but if she was -- well, she could have done no better. But I would not make her take a partner in a dance if she didn't wish it." This is his attempt to set Germaine at ease. He bends his head forward in a slight bow, and says, "I'm Jon Snow."

ball 2 electric boogaloo

[motherofdragons]

She notices him fairly early. He's hard to miss in the golden peacock mask, and there is something about him that makes her want to speak with him immediately.

So of course she doesn't. She goes about her evening, speaking to others, dancing with others, but watching him all the same. She notices that he has no shortage of attention, but that it doesn't seem entirely wanted. Later in the evening she takes this as her opening, making her way over to him as she sees two more women pressing down on him.

Moving fairly effortlessly in their way she smiles at him, dipping her head demurely in greeting.

"I find myself in need of fresh air. Would you care to escort me? I dare not step outside alone." Her mask is conspicuously blank, as she's wearing a harlequin mask, but if anyone has mastered the art of emptying their mind it is Daenerys Targaryen.

[northerndragon]

He cannot see all of the woman's face, but he can see big eyes, full lips, a fall of braided and curling pearl-colored hair. She has a low smooth voice.

This evening, there has been no way to tell what someone approaching him will be like. A few have been inclined mostly to aid him in escaping from the others, but one or two have been the sort to do that, and then to make him needful of another escape. He can only hope that she's more the first sort than the second.

He makes his apologies to the most recent ladies, with a faint polite smile, then says, "Aye. No woman should have to go on her own, and I could use the air myself."

Gods be good, I will not spend the rest of the night taking one lady and another to a terrace, he thinks, but as they move towards the doors, his mind settles more on the one he's with than the ones he's left in the ballroom.

"Should I thank you for that, my lady?" He is not sure, but it's pleasant when the outdoor air hits his face -- pleasant to smell something other than perfumes and a crush of people. "I'll see that no one troubles you out here."

[motherofdragons]

The look Dany gives the women as they pass is neutral though words scroll across her mask go dig your claws into someone else. She does not pass judgement on them for wanting to be pushy and gain time with a handsome young man, she knows that is the purpose of an event like this, at it's core, but she does begrudge them some finesse.

She smiles as they step outside, glancing over at the man at her side briefly before her eyes drift over the gardens.

"I'm not concerned. I thought you looked like you needed an escape, and I certainly did," she replies, removing her mask and setting it down on a nearby table with a sigh. "Do you have any idea how hard it is to avoid thinking when you're wearing a cursed mask that tells the room what's in your mind? I tried to take it off the moment I learned what it did but I was scolded." Which in itself was just the latest of insults this place had rained down upon her.

[northerndragon]

When she removes the mask, he looks at her, and is struck by her prettiness. Many of the women at the ball were pretty -- most of them. Some are great beauties and some are not, or might not be held as such in the North. This woman, though... she'd be a great beauty anywhere, maybe more than anyone he's ever seen.

He tries not to show his slight surprise. It comes out in a bewildered smile, and then he takes off his own mask and holds it in his hand.

"It was the same. They want me to wear it. I feel like a bear's bait." He gives her an awkward little half-shrug. He doesn't like being pursued with quite so much persistence. "Where do you come from?"

[motherofdragons]

Gold hadn't been his color, she realizes when he takes off the mask. It had muddled his rich dark brown eyes and drawn attention from the rest of his features. There had been no denying he was handsome before, of course, but the mask had made it obvious in the wrong ways.

"That was the effect of your mask? I noticed you were quite popular," she gives him a slight smile, before considering his question.

"I'm from a land called Westeros. No one I've spoken with has seemed familiar, so I won't be offended if you're not." Really even she wasn't familiar with Westeros, but there was no denying that that was where she belonged, always.

[northerndragon]

He's silent for a long moment, watching her with a puzzled look. That hair, those eyes... time was when there was one thing they would have meant in Westeros. Valyrian blood, Targaryen blood -- king's blood. He has heard that some people of Lys have the look, too, but she did not say that she is of Lys.

"I am. I am a man of Westeros. A Northman." He has the look of the First Men, he knows, and past that, the look of the Starks. But not the Stark name.

"I am called Jon Snow."

[motherofdragons]

Dany is unable to hide the surprise on her face when he says he is from Westeros himself. She's not sure how she feels about this revelation, happy, maybe. Unless of course he is an enemy. He doesn't look like an enemy.

"I had not expected to meet a genuine Westerosi here, of all places. I only just returned myself, before being spirited away to this place. Snow is... a bastard name, is it not? Though you don't seem lowborn." Her education was scattered and erratic, but Viserys had made sure she knew all the bastard names of the West, because he reveled in knowing irrevocably when he was more important than someone else.

[northerndragon]

His face stills and tightens for a moment: he had known that she would know what his name meant. But the slight dismay is there and gone in an instant.

"Aye, a bastard name. My father was a lord. I try to be as good as any trueborn man: he would not have accepted anything else."

Only just returned?

"You're no Waters woman. So who are you, my lady?"

Who she might be is clear to him already, but it's strange that he should find her here, instead of on Dragonstone, where he had sought her.

golden apple

[terraphile]

The market is crowded. Sersi isn't exactly sure why she had expected something more along the lines of a farmer's market on a lazy Sunday morning- she should know better, especially in a bustling city such as this one.

Equipped with a basket, now full of treats for the common area of the house, Sersi stops in her tracks as she catches a glimpse of an all too familiar face stumbling out of a shop. If she were paying close enough attention, she'd note that he looks younger and doesn't have the correct haircut... but she's not looking that close.

"Dane?" she shouts across the crowd, pushing past people to rush over to the familiar looking man. She manages to squeeze past people just in time to catch up to him as he walks into a door, calling his name once more before realizing...

That's not him.

"Are you alright?" (Because it's still polite to ask, even if she's disappointed that this stranger isn't her boyfriend.)