TARDIS Communication Network

[Voice Post]

A drunken voice sings, apparently unaware he is broadcasting.

"And who are you, the proud lord said,
that I must bow so low?
Only a cat of a different coat,
that's all the truth I know.
In a coat of gold or a coat of red,
a lion still has claws,
And mine are long and sharp, my lord,
as long and sharp as yours.
And so he spoke, and so he spoke,
that lord of Castamere,
But now the rains weep o'er his hall,
with no one there to hear.
Yes now the rains weep o'er his hall,
and not a soul to hear."

Ned? Love, please tell me you're here.

I'm.... scared. I don't know where I am. I'm scared it's started.

EEE! I really hate these outtages...My night vision isn't that great. Can someone come find me? I'm in the hall ,and need to get back to the kitchen. Was trying to find a snack for Tarvek....

One moment you leave Kingslanding to go look for Sansa Stark as you promised her mother you would return her home and she has gone missing after King Joffrey was murdered by his uncle Tyrion and she, as Tyrion's wife, was seen as an accomplish and you wish to keep her from harm.

The next you are informed you are on the Tardis, and I still do not comprehend what this is, and are introduced to some weird device on which I am now ... writing? a message to everyone else on this Tardis.

Life was difficult in Westeros but somehow it seems life is even more difficult here.

My name is Brienne of Tarth. Do not call me wench or believe I will stand for any insults you may wish to throw at me for I wield my Valerian Steel sword Oathkeeper better then many knight in King Tommen's service.

... What the hell is this? How did I go from a city of broken buildings to....whatever this is? Cia? You around?

As there isn't much in the way of entertainment here, it occurred to me to host a ball, if anyone would be interested in attending. And so I extend an invitation to each of you.

There is plenty of delicious food and good wine but where are the dancing girls?! Do I sleep aboard a ship of eunuchs and chastised, uptight women? Must I go through that damnable portal every time I wish to take a women to my bedchamber?

What devilry is this? I have come to know well the gardens of Minas Tirith, and these are not they.

[shouting]

IDIOT! Where are you? What have you done?

Zeetha! Boy! Where is he?

I will rip his spleen out with my teeth!

Say... Does anyone know where I could get ten feet of copper wire, three fly wheels, some compression springs, and a three-eighths occipital Heterodyne wrench?

I suppose I don't really need them, but you know how it is. The cocoa just won't be the same.

i am not sure if i am using this correctly.

i understand there are many others here i should introduce myself to.

i am enjolras.

Merry Christmas everyone!

Solitude suddenly weighs heavy on my heart. Are there any who would care to while away some time in idle talk?

Greetings to you, whomever reads this letter, if it can be called such a thing.

I am not accustomed to having to give actual introductions so I will be brief. I am Lord Tyrion Lannister, Master of Coin, a title I still find rolls of the tongue in a manner ill suited to me.

While I would indeed like to spend my time discussing this marvellous little device, I must admit I have quite a number of other questions on my mind. You will forgive my confusion but I have never been too fond of being stolen away from my bed without my permission. I will forgive it in few cases, and the majority of those would involve a lovely young woman wrapping her legs around my head to tumble me from my bed to the floors below. That, I can accept. That I can endure. But this?

Where is this place? Is this the doing of my dear Father? Or my dear sister? Was I not promised to wed? Whomever holds me here, I ask you to step forward. I ask you to release me at once, and in exchange, you shall keep your head, your lands and any titles you may have. So, what say you?