[OPEN] a violent crack of atoms where all light comes in [general & event prompts]

[northerndragon]

Who: OPEN: Jon Snow and you!
What: General early post-arrival prompts, memory share prompts
Where: Thorne and environs
When: April through mid-May
Warnings: Medieval battle violence (blood, gore, dismemberment, ice zombies, abject terror) is likely to be the major thing that comes up here. However, in a broader sense, Game of Thrones is a canon that always carries almost every single possible content warning, and while Jon is a decent guy, allusions to those things happening in his world may still pop up in threads. I’ll always warn for them.



arrival

Jon is not dead. He knows that much: you do not return to life in water unless you died in water or someone threw your body there and didn’t pull you out before bringing you back. He had been wet when he awoke from death, moons past now, but it was only because they had washed the blood from his body. He had been very cold and frightened, and he is not so cold now, though he would be a fool not to be frightened.

Still, before the people speak to him, he wonders: was there some ambush on the road? Someone belonging to Baelish, or someone sent by Cersei? He has been warned to be wary, and while he risks much in his present journey, he has not undertaken it carelessly. His people need aid: they need dragons, if he can persuade the Targaryen woman well enough. They need soldiers, even if he is less convincing than everyone needs him to be. He had ridden out with Davos, and with his best guards — faces he doesn’t see here.

Eventually the people he does see begin to explain the situation. His hand goes slowly to his hip… but he came through naked. Longclaw isn’t there, and Jon’s shoulders fall. He listens to the people with an inward expression, sometimes a flicker of hostility, but no attempts at violence.

It’s the North that needs me, he thinks.

[Prompts in comments! Hit me up at detectivefiction or in PMs or etc if there is anything you need.]