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[ Uh yeah, so Steve is waking up next to a drone for the first time and falls out of bed because hey, wasn't he in 2012 a second ago? And wasn't he, you know, taller? He's going to do the right thing this time, which is not freak out and tear a hole through the wall, probably because it would kill him to do so.

Instead, he will walk downstairs and snoop around and-- there's a picture of him on the wall, smiling, with his 'wife' and two kids.

He sees a rotary dial on the phone and he picks up to call numbers he remembers from 2012. And then numbers he remembers from 1943. And then zero. And then hangs up and goes to rifle through anything he can find in the shoeboxes of the downstairs closet to tell him where he is and why he's there.

Have fun waking up to your new dad sifting through files all over the kitchen table. ]

[ Action, around town ]

[ He doesn't believe this for a second. But this isn't just any sort of thing; he's small again. Someone's trying to make him forget. So he walks around town, because the one thing he needs right now is to get out of town. ]

Excuse me. Do you know the way to the train station?

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I was a lady in the Seven Kingdoms of Westeros. I doubt you've heard of them - few in this town have. The witch that trapped us here seems to have drawn us from many different...worlds, if you will.

I guess yours is different than mine. Mine's not too far off from this place, just... you can leave and nobody's trapped.

I'm sorry you had to end up here, Sansa.

[ Sansa's expression softens, going from her practiced, courtly politeness to something more genuine. No-one has said anything like that to her since she came here - there have been expressions of camaraderie and of resignation and more than one person has saved her life, but no-one has ever just said sorry, this sucks. She hastily blinks back tears. ]

I - thank you. I am sorry you were brought here as well. But there are many kind people in this place, and many working to help us all escape. I am sure we will all return to our homes very soon.

[ She's not. ]

And...until then, you may always call on me. I have few skills, but it is good to have friends in this place.

[ Oh my god he hopes she doesn't cry, he is not good with ladies and definitely not good with crying ladies. ]

Don't worry, I really want to go home too, so I'll try my hardest to make sure you get back to Westeros. And you never know, whatever skills you have might come in use.

[ He's like, the poster boy for that. ]

You're already helping me feel better, and that's more than I could have asked for.

[ Don't worry, Steve, Sansa has a lot of practice at not crying when she wants to. She regains her composure after a few seconds. ]

You are very kind to say so, Ser Steve. And very brave, to want to help so soon after arriving.

[ Just like her Ser Dontos from home. Just like Aemon the Dragonknight. This man looks like he'd collapse under the weight of a full set of mail, but he has the manner of a true knight. And anyway, she's learned the hard way that people's looks don't always match what they are inside.]

What were you, in the realm you come from?

Well, in this body I delivered newspapers. But I joined the army to fight a great war. There was an experiment, and it made me a lot bigger than this so I could go fight with all the men of my country. There's more to that, but I guess I was a soldier.

[ He cocks his head to the side, as if trying to figure out what Sansa was, but he's drawing a blank. ]

What were you?

[ She swallows hard and looks at the ground. ]

A prisoner.

[ He looks sad for a moment. ]

You don't really seem like a criminal to me. What was your jail like?

[ 'Cause maybe she can at least return with knowledge on how to break out. ]

[ Oh, gods. Here's the lump rising in her throat again. ]

A castle. I suppose most would not think of it as a jail, but...

[ She trails off for a second, not wanting to follow up. At home, she could be killed for saying such things. Should she really tell a stranger - even a kind stranger - the truth?

And then she takes the plunge. ]

But I am a captive there, as much as any man in any dungeon. My betrothed, the king, decreed that I should be kept confined to the royal palace so he may be sure I commit no treason against the crown, as my brother and lady mother have. I am watched, always, and I'm allowed no friends, and His Grace tells me that before we are wed he will kill my mother and brother just as he killed my lord father. And after, I will be his queen and be made to give him children while he rules his kingdoms with - with terror and cruelty.

[ She's shaking slightly by the time she finishes, almost like she expects the king to appear out of thin air to shout at her. ]

[ Whoops, that was a bad question to ask, and she's shaking now, so he puts a reassuring hand on her shoulder to try and steady her, even though it'd work a lot better if he was taller than her. But he knows what that feels like, to be scared of something even if it's a million miles away. But to live in constant fear, he'll never know that... He looks at her with empathy. ]

He's not here.

[ At least, not in the near vicinity. And it's something she needs to hear right now. He wants to make her promises, because he wants her to be safe, but he knows that he can't tell enough about the nature of anything right now, and he's not one to make promises he can't keep. ]

When we find a way out, maybe there'll be a way for you to stay here, or come with one of us.

[ Pause ]

The people who are watching you, do they answer to you or to him?

[She looks back up when he places his hand on her shoulder, and speaks quietly in response to his question.]

To His Grace. To his mother. One such as myself has no friends in the king's court, ser. To conspire with the blood of traitors is to court a cruel death.

[And then she realizes what she's saying. Seven hells. Not only is it stupid, to spill everything to someone she barely knows, but it's rude to talk of your own woes. Septa Mordane once told her that those who complain betray their selfishness and lack of gratitude for the lives the gods have given them. Sansa has gotten used to feeling stupid, but manners are important, dammit.

She clears her throat, suddenly looking embarrassed.]

-- forgive me. I do not wish to burden you with tales. All of that is far away, as you said, and I am well. Do not let yourself be troubled on my behalf.

Sansa, you've got a lot on your shoulders and no one expects you to be able to carry it alone.

Maybe I'm not in your king's court, but he seems like a bully and I'd rather marry Death than serve a guy like that.

[ He frowns, because he can't believe he'd be well-loved by his kingdom and he doesn't know what condition they're living in, but he bets they can't rebel, and that kind of system scares him. ]

You'll always find friends. And maybe they've got other things to protect, but I'm not ready to believe everyone's abandoned you. Your king can take everything away from you, but he can't take your hope. And neither can Mayfield.

If it helps you to talk to someone, you can talk to me. Anytime.

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still tiny, not enough icon range /o\

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