Communications

>> So I believe it’s your turn to step out of your comfort zone.

» Jon and I are back.
» I heard they found Sansa. That's such good news.
» Do you think it's too soon to tell the rest of the family?

[One of various voicemails left on Sansa's phone]
"Hi Sansa. It's dad. Calling again because... I like hearing your voicemail message. We've tried just about everything but it's... not looking good. I haven't given up but I-... whatever I've done wrong, I'll do right by you. I'll tell you everything. Just... please be safe. Love you."

To Alma:
>> You know I read the valarnet right?
>> Just because we aren't living under the same roof right now...
>> ... You don't even know that woman.
>> Do you have a dress to this gala thing yet?

To Eddard:
>> Listen, I've been crazy busy and missed the news recently.
>> But that's your daughter that's still missing, isn't it?
>> Are you okay over there?
>> Need anything?

Text to Eddard
» Is the news true?
» Is Sansa missing?

Text to Jon Snow
» Hello

[Text to Robert Baratheon]
>> My daughter has either gone missing or 'missing' is some tabloid euphemism for a secret lesbian wedding down in Malibu or who knows where.
>> Either way we'll have to reschedule.

[Voicemail left for Sansa Stark]
"Sansa it's dad. Call me back as soon as you get this."

>> Thank you.

[Text to Lyanna Stark]
I'm going to see [...] your son on Monday. Would you like to come along?

[Texts to Robert Baratheon]
>> I feel like a decrepit old man with this walking stick.
>> Nevermind that I am a decrepit old man.
>> How are you and Mr. Stevens?

[Text to Catelyn Stark]
>> I might be spending this weekend with Bobby.
>> One more mobility scooter joke coming from you and I'm sleeping in the guesthouse for the next two weeks. Alone.

[Text to Lyanna Stark]
Lya it's Ned. Would have texted earlier but I'm [...] heavily medicated. Get in touch when you can.

[Text to Sansa Stark]
Just woke up at Irvine General I believe. Has Robb showed up yet?

[Phone call to Catelyn Stark]
"Cat? Are you home with the kids?"

[Voicemail left on the Stark home phone]
"It's dad. Whoever gets this please call me back as soon as possible. Ta."

[Text to Robert Baratheon]
Hey mate. Just checking in on you, Lya and Renly. They never gave me their phone numbers.

[Text to Wrex]
Hi Wrex, it's Ned Stark. Dishwasher bloke. Just want to know if you're okay. Do you need any help?

[Text to Daenerys Targaryen, Galadriel, Ben Linus, Tony Stark & Pepper Potts]
Just checking in to make sure you're alright.

Arya has spent every moment she can outside. The grounds are immense compared to the space they occupied in California and every day she ventures out she finds something new. She's half tempted to tell her father that she'd rather they never leave and she'd be perfectly happy exploring and keeping up the estate with the staff. It's a pipe dream when she doesn't take seriously until there's a rustling behind her and something large and hairy knocks her to the ground.

She isn't scared. Why should she be? Nymeria is just as much hers as she is Nymeria and just like that Arya knows she'll do anything to make her pipe dream a reality.

She waits until the sun is starting to settle and its minutes away before her agreed curfew time to head back in to text her father.


[Text to Dad]

DAD. Can I show you something but first you have to promise not to take it away!

(Sent to: Oliver Queen, Satele Shan, Varric Tethras, Emma Frost, Galadriel, Pepper Potts, Tony Stark, Regina Mills, Robert Baratheon, Robert Packer, Lorenzo Conti, Artie Nielson, Loras Tyrell, Anthony Crowley, Merrill, Ned Stark, Jamie Lannister, and Selina Kyle. The 'To' field displays only the recipient's email address; it's one of those mass-emails that blind-copies the distribution list to protect the privacy of the recipients. Likewise, the salutation auto-fills in with the name of the recipient. 'To Whom it May Concern' is so impersonal, especially when you're asking for money.)

From: Wayne, Bruce
To: [Recipient Email Address]
Subject: ( Charity Carnival )

[Texts to Ned]

>> Ned. The Moore merger. Where on earth is it? We cannot find it to save our lives.
>> Ned -- will be late coming home tonight. Your My secretary just informed me of a late meeting.
>> Eddard Stark. This coffee you keep on hand is horrifically foul.

[Call to Ned Stark]
"NED! HE'S GOT HIMSELF A STALKER, MY LITTLE BROTHER, SOME CRAZY CHICK WHO'LL SLASH HIM TO PIECES AND HE ANNOUNCES WHERE HE'S GOING ON THE INTERNET! IT'S SO- I DON'T EVEN KNOW- I NEED TO BORROW YOUR GUN!"

>> Hey guy, don't know if you remember me
>> This is Wrex, I watched you fix your dishwasher once.
>> It occurs to me that you have daughters
>> I was wondering how you handled it when they started dating.

[Texts to Ned Stark, sent in quick succession]
»Ned, my brother is here.
»Not here here as in here with me.
»But here.
»In America.
»In Orange County.
»My brother is here, Ned.

[Texts to Robert Baratheon]
>> My daughter might be gay. I suppose it's better than Theon Greyjo I have no experience with this outside that one time we did Macbeth 30-odd years ago.
>> Either that or she's becoming a camera whore just like you I don't know how you deal with all this media attention, even if they publish papers that are about as reputable as The Sun. It's absurd.

[Texts to Catelyn Stark]
>> There's a young lady shadowing Bran who will be staying over for a while. I don't know what's going on except it has something to do with Bran.
>> I was tempted to tell her that if she tried anything I would eviscerate her, but then I thought I sounded too much like an overprotective brontosaurus.
>> I'm sure Bran can take care of himsel I don't care how old Bran is. I know nothing outside of being an overprotective brontosaurus. Could you at least keep an eye on her, love?

[Texts to Ned Stark]
»I'm sorry your daughter was banned from Disneyland. Things got out of hand unexpectedly.
»Also, I'm never talking to any of your children again.
»England's playing tomorrow.

[Text to Ned Stark]
Your Kingslayer dreams of you and slaying bad kings. The old rich man said something about ruined castles but those might be real for all I know.

Hi.

I'm getting released from this place on Monday, and on Tuesday I'd like to set up a meeting if possible. Let me know what time works best.

Tony Stark

» I miss you, Daddy.
» :(

[Text to Catelyn Stark]
I seem to have lost you. You know your way around? The children have mutinied and are a lost cause. I say we stay in England and make another six five.

[Text to Ned Stark]
In case you don't hear from me again after tomorrow, I want you to know that you're the best human being in the universe and while I love you more than my penis, I thought you should know that I find your decency and goodness kind of disturbing sometimes.

P.S. I'm not drunk or high.

[Text to Robert Baratheon]
No Robert you are not allowed to tell the wee brats any 'gay stories about daddy'. Are you drunk or have you gone mad?

[Text to Tony Stark]
My sincere apologies, Mr. Stark. I spoke out of turn when you texted me out of the blue.

[Text to Steve Rogers]
 
>> Boy scout, I’m dying here. I barely can move my head but I swear to God if you don’t come up with something to distract me I’m going to start singing LMFAO at the top of my lungs until they at least move me to a room with a different number of ceiling tiles on the ceiling to distract me for another minute and a half.
 
>> Do you really want that on your conscience? Yeah, I didn’t think so.
 
[Text to Nym Tonks]
 
>> I wasn’t kidding, bring back more cupcakes like that and you get two quarters on me.
 
[Multiple Texts to Multiple Random Numbers (feel free to have these be your character’s phones)]
 
>> Hi. I’m Tony. Who’s your favorite Powerpuff Girl?
 
>> Hi. I’m Tony. Best Disney Movie?
 
>> Hi. I’m Tony. Do people really like opera or are they just trying to seem classy?

>> Hi. I'm Tony. Do you think it'd be hard to learn to play the banjo?

>> Hi. I'm Tony. Why do birds suddenly appear when some crazy woman sings a song?

>> Hi. I'm Tony. Why do the Red Hot Chili Peppers keep putting out the same album and everyone acts like it's new?

>> Hi. I'm Tony. Do you think people go vegetarian to protect animals for real, or is it just to feel better than people who think cows are delicious?
 
>> Hi. I’m Tony. I’m also really bored.
 
[Text to Pepper Potts]
 
I know you’re just sitting right here but hi.

[Text to Arya Stark]
I found Ice on the coffee table in the guesthouse.

[Text to Catelyn Stark]
Cat this may be a bizarre question of sorts, and you don't have to tell me if you don't want to, but I wanted to know what size your cup is.

[Text to Robert Baratheon]
That murderous cunt is dead and I've to do last minute shopping for Cat. If it pleases Your Royal Highness, Lord Stark would humbly request your company today.

[Call to Ned]

"Hello, darling. How are you? Guess who was released from rehab five minutes ago."

Dream? No dream. Dream's don't feel like this.

She's pushing her way through a large crowd. No one pays her any mind, she's just a girl a dirty, hungry girl come to watch the spectacle. The king is speaking though Arya cares not for his words she's focused on her father and she's happy to see him even if he is chained and bound.

Take the black, he's to take the black and that makes everything okay...

The king keeps talking (Lannister, treacherous, no lions only snakes in the grass) and one word rings out cruel and damning.

Traitor.

The executioner rises his blade (not his, not really), steel catches the sun, time slows down and Arya never sees Ice fall as darkness suddenly engulfs her vision and she's...

Just a boy. A boy of no importance.

A boy whose never had a father to cry for.


[Phone call to Ned]

She couldn't find him at the house and she's half mad with worry. It was just a dream. Just a dream. Her hands are shaky and it takes four tries before she's able to press all the buttons correctly.

"Dad. Dad. Where are you?"

[After this and this.]
[Call to Catelyn Stark]
"Are we on talking terms again, Cat? ...I need to talk to you."

[Call to Jon Snow]
"Jon? It's... Ned."

[Call to Catelyn Stark]
"Cat. I'd tell you in person but I'll be home late tonight. I'm taking Arya to see Jon this weekend."

[Texts to Arya Stark]
Assuming you've nothing planned, we'll go see Jon this weekend.

[5 minutes later:] I'll talk to your mother about it when I get home. If she skins me alive, the car keys are in the Try to be extra nice to her this week.

[10 minutes later:] I'm sorry that we always fight over Jon, love. Your mother I haven't I know it's not fair on him or any of you.

[Text to Jon Snow]
Jon. I need a favour.

[Voicemail for Arya]
Left a few minutes after this.

"Arya I'm sorry. I'd- I hadn't meant to say any of that. Please pick up the phone. Talk to me. Please."

The picture arrives first.

Follow by...

DAD DAD DAD THREE OF THEM HAVE HOMES BUT THE DIRTY ONE IN THE MIDDLE DOESN'T AND I LIKE THAT ONE BEST.

DAD PLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEASE

[Text to Arya]
I don't care about all the things we argue about all the time. You know I love you. If you don't remember anything else about me when I die, remember that.