After the carnival and the mall, both places that were loud and crowded and not what he would wish, it's disheartening to find himself in a noisy, cramped city. The air is foul and the people are too many.
But the windows here remind him of the little sept that had been at Winterfell for Lady Stark, and the beds are simple and better than hard ground. In all, it's not familiar, but it's closer to what he knows than the last two places had been.
He had tried to keep Ghost out of the way in the mall, but now, he's well underfoot: a great white wolf, red-eyed, on or under the benches out in the main chamber, or on a bed in the sleeping quarters, or in the kitchen, eating something it would probably be best not to look at too closely if you are fond of rabbits. (Did you see Jon come in with a live one earlier?)
If you've never met, he might say, "Everywhere we go, some people seem to know what sort of place we're in. None of these places other than that first castle has been anything like what I know. Do you know what this is? It's not like Carcosa."
Or he might say, "Don't mind Ghost. He won't trouble you."
On the other hand, if you have met, he will acknowledge you, perhaps even with a slight smile. Then he is like to say the same things.
Seance
Jon has been quiet, subdued, since coming into the parlor. The single candle casts shadows on his face, and as the seance goes on, he looks more and more troubled. Occasionally, he glances at the black curtain. The dart of his dark eyes is subtle and easy to miss.
When Miss Price asks him what haunts him, he sinks down in his chair a little, crossing his arms and lowering his chin.
"That's my own business."
The truth is that he is not in the mood for a witch's tricks.
The truth is that he wouldn't know where to begin.
[OOC Note: In this prompt, you can have: Ygritte, Ned Stark, Rickon Stark. If you don't specify, I'll choose (and if I'm in the mood, I may choose Jon himself). If you hit it off, he is likely to talk about Melisandre afterwards.]
Ripper (appropriate content warnings apply here)
A strangled shriek rips through the air, and someone darts past you, hiding their face, bumping into your shoulder and cursing before dodging away. Jon runs up to you then, all frantic. He may barrel into you just as you're finding your balance again. He may even seize you by the shoulders or the lapels: this is urgent.
"Can you help the girl? Can you stanch the bleeding? Did you see which way he went?"
Rotten Row
Jon cannot let Ghost roam the city, but Ghost is still a direwolf. Ghost still requires grass and air and meat. He is well enough in the temple, it's true, but sometimes he paces, or scratches at the floor. He does not like the leather lead Jon purchased for him in the mall, he does not like to walk to it, but when they're in the street, it seems prudent to show that he's not a fully wild animal.
He takes Ghost to small fields within the city limits, when he can find them -- something complicated by all the horses in the streets and the way they shy away from wolves. They are right to do it, he thinks, but it doesn't make this any easier. He does not fear the darkness, but even so, enough thieves and killers are about at night that it seems better to go in the day. So he goes in the morning, when the air is clearer and less foul, and he can see about as far as he thinks it's possible to see in this place.
At first, he tries the grassy squares that he finds with great manses facing them on every side. It is doubtless a part of the city held by the highborn. But the greens seem to be occupied almost solely by nurses and their young charges, and he finds that he doesn't wish to make women and children shriek in fear.
Eventually he comes across a great parkland, not so far from what looks like a palace. It's not hard to tell that it's the sort of place where people walk about to be seen walking about, but at least there's space and air in it, and not so many children at this time of day. Some other people even have large dogs on leads -- sometimes the familiar sort of hound he knows from the North, and sometimes sleeker hounds, the sort southrons take on a hunt.
He can be found on the path, walking an enormous white wolf on a black leather lead, citizens of this city all around him. Or he can be found a little off the path, in an open space, tossing a stick for the wolf who is no longer on a lead.
[OOC: This prompt is really for Daenerys, but there's no reason to close it to her! Rotten Row is the "see and be seen" part of Hyde Park in the 19th century; an equivalent location is about the only place other than Hampstead Heath that I could think of to reasonably give a direwolf some exercise. There is probably also someone off in a corner yelling about socialism.]
Wildcard
[Set something up and I'll hop in. Maybe try to convince him to go grave-robbing?]
Jon Snow ✥ Game of Thrones ✥ OTA ✥ will match formats
Temple (cw passing mention of rabbit death)
Jon is not sure whether or not this is a relief.
After the carnival and the mall, both places that were loud and crowded and not what he would wish, it's disheartening to find himself in a noisy, cramped city. The air is foul and the people are too many.
But the windows here remind him of the little sept that had been at Winterfell for Lady Stark, and the beds are simple and better than hard ground. In all, it's not familiar, but it's closer to what he knows than the last two places had been.
He had tried to keep Ghost out of the way in the mall, but now, he's well underfoot: a great white wolf, red-eyed, on or under the benches out in the main chamber, or on a bed in the sleeping quarters, or in the kitchen, eating something it would probably be best not to look at too closely if you are fond of rabbits. (Did you see Jon come in with a live one earlier?)
If you've never met, he might say, "Everywhere we go, some people seem to know what sort of place we're in. None of these places other than that first castle has been anything like what I know. Do you know what this is? It's not like Carcosa."
Or he might say, "Don't mind Ghost. He won't trouble you."
On the other hand, if you have met, he will acknowledge you, perhaps even with a slight smile. Then he is like to say the same things.
Seance
Jon has been quiet, subdued, since coming into the parlor. The single candle casts shadows on his face, and as the seance goes on, he looks more and more troubled. Occasionally, he glances at the black curtain. The dart of his dark eyes is subtle and easy to miss.
When Miss Price asks him what haunts him, he sinks down in his chair a little, crossing his arms and lowering his chin.
"That's my own business."
The truth is that he is not in the mood for a witch's tricks.
The truth is that he wouldn't know where to begin.
[OOC Note: In this prompt, you can have: Ygritte, Ned Stark, Rickon Stark. If you don't specify, I'll choose (and if I'm in the mood, I may choose Jon himself). If you hit it off, he is likely to talk about Melisandre afterwards.]
Ripper (appropriate content warnings apply here)
A strangled shriek rips through the air, and someone darts past you, hiding their face, bumping into your shoulder and cursing before dodging away. Jon runs up to you then, all frantic. He may barrel into you just as you're finding your balance again. He may even seize you by the shoulders or the lapels: this is urgent.
"Can you help the girl? Can you stanch the bleeding? Did you see which way he went?"
Rotten Row
Jon cannot let Ghost roam the city, but Ghost is still a direwolf. Ghost still requires grass and air and meat. He is well enough in the temple, it's true, but sometimes he paces, or scratches at the floor. He does not like the leather lead Jon purchased for him in the mall, he does not like to walk to it, but when they're in the street, it seems prudent to show that he's not a fully wild animal.
He takes Ghost to small fields within the city limits, when he can find them -- something complicated by all the horses in the streets and the way they shy away from wolves. They are right to do it, he thinks, but it doesn't make this any easier. He does not fear the darkness, but even so, enough thieves and killers are about at night that it seems better to go in the day. So he goes in the morning, when the air is clearer and less foul, and he can see about as far as he thinks it's possible to see in this place.
At first, he tries the grassy squares that he finds with great manses facing them on every side. It is doubtless a part of the city held by the highborn. But the greens seem to be occupied almost solely by nurses and their young charges, and he finds that he doesn't wish to make women and children shriek in fear.
Eventually he comes across a great parkland, not so far from what looks like a palace. It's not hard to tell that it's the sort of place where people walk about to be seen walking about, but at least there's space and air in it, and not so many children at this time of day. Some other people even have large dogs on leads -- sometimes the familiar sort of hound he knows from the North, and sometimes sleeker hounds, the sort southrons take on a hunt.
He can be found on the path, walking an enormous white wolf on a black leather lead, citizens of this city all around him. Or he can be found a little off the path, in an open space, tossing a stick for the wolf who is no longer on a lead.
[OOC: This prompt is really for Daenerys, but there's no reason to close it to her! Rotten Row is the "see and be seen" part of Hyde Park in the 19th century; an equivalent location is about the only place other than Hampstead Heath that I could think of to reasonably give a direwolf some exercise. There is probably also someone off in a corner yelling about socialism.]
Wildcard
[Set something up and I'll hop in. Maybe try to convince him to go grave-robbing?]