The Scorpion Oracle whispers, 'come on, turn the page.'

[wastlandrage]

The light filtering into the cells dims to an orange glow, and the scent of smoke and burning meat starts to carry through the air. The doors to every cell simultaneously grind open, and the guards - those not part of the walls of the dungeons - wait to lead the prisoners down the hall and up a set of stairs worn practically ramp-smooth

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[savedacowboy]

Daenerys' first reaction after finding herself in an unknown place is to raise a hand to comfort the dragon at her shoulder (wincing as the talons sunk into her skin) and to count for the other two (both present). The second was to look to her right in the hopes that, in the confusion with the two strange men and the apparent assassination attempt Jorah had managed to get them both away. The shock of finding him absent was enough to make her pause.

It's then that she hears the woman's words and finds herself even more confused than before. Was this a trick of the Usurper's son? Come to remove her from the picture before she'd even begun? Yet she was still a queen as the crown on her head reminded her, even without her people. And it was time she acted like it.

Straightening her back, Dany steps forward from the others, head held high. "For what reason have you brought me here?" Her voice doesn't waver, though the end is punctuated by Drogon's hiss.

[fullbodycyborg]

Dragons. Right. Mini dragons, no less. Motoko is somewhat surprised to see the white-haired girl standing among them rather than on the other side of the room, with the locals... but the words that come out of her mouth mirrors her own thoughts and she's got no reason to question that.

The Major steps forward to flank the girl once she's spoken; standing straight-back and soldier-like by her side, wordlessly adding her support behind the statement.

[savedacowboy]

Though the other woman isn't familiar to Dany the feel of someone next to her is an instantaneous comfort. Dressed strangely, true, but at least she knew she wasn't alone. And the way she held herself indicated that the other had some sort of combat training, though it seemed odd that a woman would be allowed to undertake such, even in the lands she hadn't traveled to yet.

But manners and decorum overrule any questions she has, and for the moment Dany is willing to take the chance - she nods her head in respect and thanks to the other; a slight inclination but she is a queen, and any more would be improper on her end.

[fullbodycyborg]

She's young, but carries herself with impressive statue. Motoko glances at her as she nods and returns the court gesture. "I'm called the Major." She introduces herself. "One way or the other we're in the same position. It's best to stand together."

Motoko turns back to watch the woman who addressed the crowd with a guarded look.

[itsnowjoke]

It had seemed only a second ago that Jon had slowed his mare down to a trot as they entered the quiet woods past the village. Ghost had been following along, nimble and quiet beside them as the forest grew more dense. He remembered thinking that now might be a good time to stop and grab a bite to eat from the bits he had salvaged from the kitchens. He was far away enough from Castle Black now that a small break wouldn't hurt. And it would make sure that he was strong enough -- not to mention awake enough -- for the long journey ahead.

But his plan never came to be.

It couldn't have taken more than the blink of an eye but suddenly, Jon was no longer in the shadows of the trees. He wasn't alone, he noticed immediately -- but aside from Ghost who was now baring his fangs at their new company, he recognized no one.

The people around the misshapen cavern of a room were strange and these ...creatures was the only word he could think that was fitting, were even stranger. He's not sure what to make of anything if it were real at all.

[savedacowboy]

It's hard to miss someone on a horse, and by that alone, Jon has Dany's interest. All in black, dressed in furs - nothing anyone in Quarth would have been wearing. So where did he come from, if not from the same place she was? Westeros, perhaps, though not from the south if her brother's stories are to believed.

Daenerys turns towards him, a calming hand on Drogon (hissing at the overlarge wolf beside the horse). "I wish to know the same. Some new scheme or trick, perhaps." Said while her eyes flicker to the side, the strange creatures still raising the hairs on the back of her neck.

[itsnowjoke]

Jon turns his head to source of the voice beside him. Though he understood what was being said around him, he girl's words catch him off-guard -- not for what she'd said, but rather because he recognizes the familiar lilt as the Common Tongue. None of the others who'd spoken up had the same familiarity. What causes him more surprise, however, are the three dragons perched around her. It seems his horse is just as surprised as he is as (while Ghost bears his fangs) so Jon does his best to reel in the reigns before she bolts.

He debates getting off his horse, but the part of him protesting that it may be necessary to make an escape if the opening arises wins out. He tries his best to calm the mare down, stroking her mane before he looks back towards Dany to speak.

"But who would be behind such a trick? Are they also the ones who've conjured up these --"

He nods at the dragons, not quite sure what to make of them still.

[savedacowboy]

A rare feeling of relief swells through her at the sound of the same language, though she can understand all tongues around her. It's instinct, however, that makes her hold out her hand for the mare - the Dorthraki are a horse people, after all, and for a sudden moment she misses her silver mount.

"Magi, or anyone else wishing us ill," she answers to the first part of his question, before frowning at the implication of the second half. "My dragons were not conjured up. I hatched them, gave them life so that they could live again."

[beenstoodover]

The key is still in Max's hand as he takes in everything around him, Mein Kampf tucked under his arm and his suitcase in the other hand.

He was supposed to be inside Hubermann's house right now--he was supposed to be safe. But he's not. Max is trying desperately to figure out how he could have been in relative safety just mere moments ago, and how he has shown up right here.

But honestly, it's hard to think straight because every fibre of his being is screaming that somehow he's been captured. He can see the other people surrounded by guards, and he silently curses himself for not putting the pair of scissors in his pocket. Now he has nothing to defend himself but a book and his fists

[ruggdlyhndsome]

The two people to the side of Castle looked as though they had come directly from a Ren Faire, one complete with very realistic-looking dragons. Apparently they were just as disoriented as he was. Maybe this was a hallucination?

Castle turned to the man on his other side and watched as he discreetly put a key in his pocket. Hiding something? So far the man was just watching and reasoning - trying to find a way out. The man's arm moved slightly and Castle was able to notice the title on the book under his arm (books naturally drew his eye). He eyebrows went up.

"That's uh... some heavy reading there."

[beenstoodover]

Max glances up at the other man, his back rigid, the muscles in his legs tightening in case he has to run. He had been so focused on looking for a way out, he hadn't been paying much attention to the people around him. His eyes slide quickly over the man who spoke to the two dressed up like nothing Max has seen before in real life. His eyes almost bug out of his head when he sees the dragons. What is going on? How can any of this be real

[ruggdlyhndsome]

"Sure, as far as completely crazy manifestos go. Though personally I'm more partial to Marx's. It sounds much less like it was written in between rounds of electric shock therapy."

Castle could tell that the man wasn't entirely sold on what he was saying. Why pretend to be a Nazi though? Castle had more pressing matters to worry about at the moment than this guy's potential anti-Semitism.

"Listen.. I have no idea... where this is, or how we got here, but we need to get out of here, man. My friend got shot... she's dying-."

He had to stop himself. If he kept thinking about Beckett laying in a pool of blood, he was going to start freaking out and completely shut down.

[ruinszen]

Beyond looking over the heads of nearly everyone there for a short, glowing woman, Sam finds his attention distracted by the circle of light. It... well it reminds him of the portal, though distantly. He wonders if there's any technology behind it - and if not technology then the magic he was slowly becoming used to in this world. And if there is, if he could chance a look at it later. Getting out wouldn't be as easy as getting in but it'd be a start. He makes a mental note though - Arch, broken Way, channeled. Ask Tempest about it later.

But back to the speech - Sam can't help but snort at her words. Or think she's lying.

"Hey, most people don't lock guests up."

[toseethesunrise]

Quorra hadn't missed the circle of light either, immediately thinking of the portal, although it was certainly quite different and possibly not with the same function. She remains a quiet observer through the mystery woman's speech, gauging the reactions of her fellow captives versus what she assumed were fae allies.

And then--she spots the glowing suit, similar to her own. What was it called? Relief? Relief--it fills her as she starts to dart between the other prisoners.

When she reaches Sam, her first instinct is to hug, and so that's exactly what she does. Except she sort of collides after all the rushing through the crowds, but she still wraps her arms around him and buries her face against his chest. "Sam," she says, and the fact that she can say his name to him after a few days (but what felt so much longer) of worrying is more relief.

[ruinszen]

Sam stumbles back slightly at the sudden impact and arms full of Quorra, though he quickly wraps his arms around her in return. Good. She's safe and whole and safe which is what counts.

But he breathes in and tightens his arms around her as he re-finds his balance, grinning down at her though she can't see him. Sam's not quite sure what he'd do if she hadn't been there - if something had happened to her. Something, he knew that, because he couldn't live with himself if something else had happened to her.

"Hey, Q."

[toseethesunrise]

She looks up, beaming and pleasantly surprised. Q. That was... nice. A fuzzy kind of nice. She hugs him tighter, both in relief and sudden happy feelings.

"I'm glad you're okay," she says, sighing. She probably should let go sometime soon, but he can't disappear again while she's clinging so a little bit longer wouldn't hurt; she didn't like being separated from him and being so unsure about his well-being. But she pulls back ever so slightly to get a better look at his face, at the very least. "You are okay, aren't you?"

[unholeytwin]

Fred is more or less a pile of perpetual glaring, having been smacked several times by the guards each time he tried to say something combined with this... whatever it was. He doesn't trust this new woman one bit. He's seemingly free to move around at this point, a slight bonus as he starts shifting a bit between people. "Some bloody welcome," he snaps loudly, holding his wand tightly. "Kidnapping, what a great way to make a good impression!"

Nothing else she said made much sense, and he doesn't care right now to think it over. His eyes are darting around his surroundings, searching for his twin. If all the prisoners are here, which seemed to be the case, George must be here somewhere, too, right? Then he would worry about getting out--especially if that gateway where the new arrivals stood was how to do it.

[holeytwin]

George can't help the smile that comes to his face at the voice of his twin, chiming in. "But you have to admit, being chained to a wall gave the entire thing a homey feeling!" Searching through the crowd was easier said than done, but he's always felt that they make themselves particularly hard to ignore.

And there, off to the left and a bit in front of him - George unceremoniously pushes his way through the mass of people to rest at the side of his twin. "Fancy meeting you here, Freddie," he jokes, giving Fred what George considered a winning grin.

[unholeytwin]

Fred whirls around, a wide grin spreading on his face when he spots his twin. "George!" he says, pulling him into a bro hug. These bloody woods were separating the two of them far more than was appreciated. "What a spiffing surprise, just what I needed." Because it was--he felt much more confident, not to mention relieved, to have his twin back at his side, the way it was supposed to be.

He backs away looking his twin up and down for injuries, his grin turning downwards as his brows furrowed. "Did you say chained to a wall?"

[holeytwin]

"You mean you weren't at first?" And he rubs his neck on reflex, remembering how annoying it was to have a limited range of movement. Though he's certainly hugging his twin back, giving him the best reassuring grin that he can as he does it. George knows how Fred is, knows how he himself is, but knows his twin could use it more than he.

When he takes a step back he inspects everyone else - familiar faces and a number who aren't, as well as the people in the circle; including the girl with the dragons. There's a girl for Charlie if he ever saw one. "And here I was, thinking the second cell was an upgrade."