001 ❄ AUDIO

[thepointyend]

I wanted to go to the Wall, stupid. I don't care about devices. I only want to know where the docks are. And where Saltpans went.

[There's a slight pause, after which the girl speaking only sounds more agitated.] How can I ask this to explain? It doesn't know anything. You don't, either, if you think this can talk to me. I'll find someone else if you're too stupid to help me. I bet you don't even know what direction north is.

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[he-who-kills.livejournal.com]

Greetings!

Girl in City.

voice;

[7thborn.livejournal.com]

Doesn't matter which direction you go, here.

[lionesscouchant.livejournal.com]

There's no wall here.

[fanboy-silver.livejournal.com]

North is that way... or at least I think that's North. This place is really strange.

[needleofmyown.livejournal.com]

I know it's a city.

voice;

[needleofmyown.livejournal.com]

Yes, it does.

How are you talking?

[needleofmyown.livejournal.com]

Not here. The Wall's north.

[needleofmyown.livejournal.com]

It should be. Directions don't change, no matter how strange somewhere is.

[fanboy-silver.livejournal.com]

That's the problem with this place though. This place can literally break the rules.

[needleofmyown.livejournal.com]

How?

[fanboy-silver.livejournal.com]

All kinds of ways. Just last week we had people turn into various Halloween monsters... or that one weekend where we had no sunrise at all. I've heard some stuff that seems completely fanciful but then I haven't been here too long. Almost anything seems possible here.

[he-who-kills.livejournal.com]

Is name, city called City. Me think village idiot do naming.

[lionesscouchant.livejournal.com]

North of where?

voice;

[7thborn.livejournal.com]

I'm talking like anyone would talk.

[Pause.]

You've got that, er, little box thing, right? That'll be how you can talk to other people. Sort of like a—erm—telephone? D'you have those in your world?

[Merlin's beard, a witch still finding her footing in a lot of ways with Muggle technology explaining it to a girl who... doesn't have anything like it. This'll be lovely.]

[needleofmyown.livejournal.com]

Are you the village idiot?

voice;

[needleofmyown.livejournal.com]

I don't think so. What's a telephone?

[Arya sounds no less confused than she did before. Ginny was clearly the best person to ask for an explanation from.]

[needleofmyown.livejournal.com]

Westeros.

[needleofmyown.livejournal.com]

Where is here? And what's a Halloween monster?

[fanboy-silver.livejournal.com]

Where is the City? Um, we're not exactly sure about that. It's kinda literally nowhere.

Halloween monster? Um, you know. Vampires, Frankenstein, Werewolves. The scary monsters that we all seem to tell stories about.

voice;

[7thborn.livejournal.com]

Er... it's a thing that lets you talk to someone far away. These devices sort of work like that. Take me, for instance, I'm sitting in my bedroom but I can still talk to you.

[Pause. Okay, how to... hmm. She sounds so young.]

I'm Ginny, by the way. Are you alright?

voice;

[needleofmyown.livejournal.com]

Like a raven, only without writing?

I'm fine. I just need to know where the docks are.

[needleofmyown.livejournal.com]

It can't be nowhere.

Is a werewolf like a dire wolf? Those aren't scary. Or monsters.

[fanboy-silver.livejournal.com]

This place can be. Especially considering how people come from all kinds of places and times.

Um. Werewolves are people who can become wolves. Or become wolf-hybrids. They're sometimes feral in wolf form or sometimes very much not feral. The stories tend to be about the feral ones but not all of them though.

audio;

[commarogue]

Youth Center's probably the best place for help for you. Sound kinda young.

[needleofmyown.livejournal.com]

It still has to be somewhere, even if people are from other places.

Like skinchangers?