paradisa | First Debt

[After Lysa Stark's little episode in the Vale, and finding himself summarily moved from the Tower of the Hand while he was injured, he had hoped not to wake up somewhere unexpected again for the rest of his life. Apparently that was too much to ask for.

There is the sound of banging through the journal as Tyrion kicks the door, trying to call a jailer's attention, not wanting to make a fool of himself by trying to open a doubtlessly locked door. When he speaks, his voice is almost mocking, with just a biting edge of sarcasm beneath it.]

I find that this is growing old. I don't mean to be ungrateful for the hospitality, it's only that I mustn't be away from King's Landing for too long or the whores all start despairing. It's a tragedy to let a pair of teats go to waste like that, you know, and I'm sure you don't want that on your conscience.

...Hello?

[When his usual patter is eliciting no response, not even a cursory yell to be quiet, he starts to lose the false humour from his voice, kicking the door again.]

Hey! HEY! Whatever my sister has paid you, I will double it. HELLO?

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[He assumes she is watching him from a hidden passage somewhere, and turns to try and determine where her voice is coming from.]

That would be a lot of effort, when you could just walk out here and face me.

[Or does she not want to look the monstrous dwarf in the eyes?]

Oh, you're hearing my voice from the journal, I'm not in the room with you. I assure you, we've never even met.

[A new arrival, no doubt]

Everyone gets a journal when they arrive. You can write in it and other people will see or you can speak and it will relay what you say to others.

[There was a time he would have dismissed that as pure nonsense, but he had been to the Wall and heard of stranger things than magic journals. Not that he believes it.]

And I suppose you'll be telling me that you're a grumpkin next?

No, I'm River Song.

[She's wandering the castle right about now. Starting with the lobby and the main hall, listening for sounds]

[He's right up on floor seven, so it might take a while. He's not heard the name 'Song' before, so he assumes she must be one of the smallfolk.]

How would you like to be rich, River Song?

[Just make a noise if you hear her getting close]

Money's never really been much of a concern for me and it won't do you much good here either.

[What are you talking about? Money helps everywhere, it's one of the universal binders.]

I'm not talking about a few silver stags.

[There's not much use for money here and in River's life in general she's always been able to get what she wants just fine without it]

Listen, I don't think you know where you are. Just like that journal, this castle is magical. It provides us with food and all necessities. We simply have to 'wish' for them and the castle ghosts provide.

I mean, people still work jobs, but I doubt they get paid. They do it more as a way to feel 'normal' here.

That's not to say this place is good. It isn't. There's a price everyone pays for being forced to reside here.

[Oh, wonderful, she's completely lost her wits. He had heard that imprisonment could rot the mind, especially over long periods. Internally cursing his luck and writing off this conversation as probably useless, he rubbed at the scab where his nose used to be compulsively.]

Would it be too much to ask for, to know what price?

[She's up on the third floor right about now, talking very loudly in the halls]

You're the only one who could possibly know. It could be anything really. The castle could have taken a valued memory, a valued object, or it could even have taken away a valued skill of yours. We call it a 'loss'. Everyone has one permanent loss that can never be returned to them. As far as I know.

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[This conversation has gone beyond the ridiculous and into the absolutely absurd. He should have stopped engaging a few minutes ago, but apparently he couldn't resist continuing on even when he shouldn't.

Not any more, he will just sink down against the wall and sigh, head in his hands. Where is he? Who has brought him here and left him with only a lunatic for company?]

I know it's a lot to take in, but don't despair.

[She's up on the fifth floor and starting to think she'll never find him]

If you don't believe me then why don't you try wishing for something? Food and beverage are the simplest things to conjure up here.

[No. No, don't engage, it's not worth it. She is probably in an adjacent cell, hallucinating from starvation or dehydration.

Sorry, River.]

Alright, if that's the way you want it to be then I suppose I won't waste my time looking for you.

[He will consider that a blessing and, for once in his life, continue to hold his tongue.]

[Well then, River won't look for him]

If you want to contact me, but write in that journal of yours. If not, I'm headed back to my room.

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Apologies for the late tag <3

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