one; AT LONG LAST Thom makes his appearance

[giftedtwin]

[Today, Barge, you're going to get to see an old timey person figure out the journals. The first part of this is scribbled fast in thin, scratchy handwriting. Thom's using the paper journal he found sitting next to the communicator device, which he doesn't recognise at all, to write notes about said communicator.]

origin? Carthakian divine?magic

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[wakethedragon]

You're on the Barge.

[giftedtwin]

The Barge. [HIS VOICE IS SO DRY.] How informative.

[wakethedragon]

You asked where you were. You've been told.

[giftedtwin]

If by told you mean given the least information possible, then I would have to agree.

...

What is the Barge?

[wakethedragon]

I don't like your tone.

One of the smallfolk can tell you. I was trying to be of assistance, because I didn't understand the sorcery box when I arrived. I don't associate with savages who don't know their courtesies.

[giftedtwin]

Forgive me if I didn't feel particularly up to courtly manner upon waking in the exact twin of a room I have no right to ever see again with no explanation of where I am and what's going on. My patience is wearing rather thin.

[Thom fumbles with the buttons until he manages to switch the journal to video--again, at a strange angle--and gives a mocking half-smile.] Master Lord Thom of Trebond. And you are?

[wakethedragon]

[The purple eyes could make him question the boy's lineage, if he had ever heard of 'Trebond.']

I am Viserys of House Targaryen, the Third of His Name, King of the Andals and the Rhoynar and the First Men, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms, and Protector of the Realm.

[He offers a mocking smile of his own.]

You're here because you're dead. This is a prison ship. I don't know why they give us rooms that look like rooms we've had before. I didn't even like this room all that much. [Shrug.] I always thought Illyrio a bit garish.

[giftedtwin]

A pleasure. [Thom inclines his head in a parody of a nod as Viserys rattles off his list of titles; he's still completely unimpressed.]

Dead makes sense; I felt it coming. But I've never heard of a prison in the Black God's realm... [Abrupt subject change:] Illyrio?

[wakethedragon]

[He waves a hand.] Illyrio doesn't matter.

I don't know about your Black God. [He knows that there are many, many gods, far beyond the Seven of Westeros, and the gods of Valyria, and the gods of the Free Cities.] The god of this ship is called The Admiral. He brought you back to life. You're trapped on this ship unless you 'graduate.'

[giftedtwin]

Graduate? What does that mean? Graduate from what?

[wakethedragon]

Who knows. I was told when I arrived that we have to 'earn' the right to resume our lives.

[giftedtwin]

Resume our lives? Do you mean-- We can be brought back from death?

[wakethedragon]

That's what I've been told. We're here to earn our second chances at life beyond this ship.

[giftedtwin]

This Admiral must have great power, if that is true.

[wakethedragon]

He would have to, wouldn't he?