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[sorefoot]

[ viserys wakes, head thrashing from side to side with a dull scream leaving his throat. horrible nightmares of gold and an unbearable heat. his hands go to his head and sighs when he's met with lukewarm flesh and soft hair.

his eyes go about the room. unknown, alone.

voice frantic he calls out: ]

Where am I?!

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[signedlefthanded]

You're in the castle, sir. New arrival, I take it?

[squirrelhunter]

Welcome to Castle Wonderfuck. We hope y'enjoy y'stay.

[Lazy redneck drawl over the magic book. What do?]

Dictated forever

[huffythedragon]

Paradisa. Don't freak out, you're safe.

[demontobeloved]

Welcome to Paradisa. And, no, I'm not a ghost. I'm talking to you through a journal. Should be somewhere nearby.

[jammin_with_ed]

Disa-Disa! [As if that clears eeeeeverything up]

[sorefoot]

Castle? What castle? Tell me, where am I!

[sorefoot]

You will watch your tongue with me! Do you know who I am?

and ever.

[sorefoot]

I know not of this place nor do I care.
Tell me, where is this 'Paradisa'?

[sorefoot]

A journal? [ his voice is unsure, but his eyes scan the room. he spots a small leather bound book nearby. his hands go to it, picking it ]

How did I come to be here?

[sorefoot]

What is 'disa'? Use your proper speech and tell me where I might be.

[squirrelhunter]

Ain't got no clue, but I know I don't give a fuck 'bout what you think

[sorefoot]

How dare you speak to Viserys of the house Targaryen in such a tone.

What is your name?

outofcharacter. frightening, isn't he?

[demontobeloved]

Sorry, but that's something we don't know. It's either magic or technology. What we do know is that you can't get back to where you were before. The castle won't let any of us go until it feels like it.

[squirrelhunter]

Well, lookee here, we got someone who's all high'n'mighty. Thought I said I don't give a fuck 'bout how I talk?

Name's Daryl Dixon, an y'ain't gonna last long 'round here with that attitude.

[sorefoot]

Captives? Who is the king of this castle? I'll have him release me.

[huffythedragon]

If you don't care, when why do you want to know where it is?

[demontobeloved]

Sorry, but that's a no-go. The castle isn't owned by anyone, because it seems to be intelligent in itself. And petitioning the castle won't work.

[signedlefthanded]

Paradisa it is called. Most likely it is unfamiliar to you.

/threadjack

[wintercat]

[She really shouldn't say anything. She really shouldn't. But oops, something slips out.]

A Targaryen. [Oh! There's a tone of recognition! Too bad there's also that note of irritation.]

[sorefoot]

What land are we in?

/loves you

[sorefoot]

--And who the hell are you?

[sorefoot]

I want to know where it is so that I may return back to my domain.
I thought that was clear.

[wintercat]

[One thing these two have in common? On occasion they have more pride than sense. She's well aware that she's painting a target on her back, but like Hell is she going to deny who she is.]

Lady Catelyn Stark.

/t-threadhop

[persequor]

[ The journal captures a much younger voice as Arya scrambles beside Catelyn to peer at the page. What is having your own journal ]

A Targaryen? Really?

[signedlefthanded]

It is called Paradisa. The whole land. Save for the lands beyond it, where the barrier lies.