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[steeledskin]

Who: Sansa StarkAlayne Stone and YOU!
Broadcast: Video (fleetwide)
Action: Marsiva (bathroom + hallways + kitchen)
When: Early morning.

[ she stares at her refection -- standing in the communal bathroom on the marsiva. another morning, which had followed hard upon another night. at least she could only assume they were mornings and nights by the waning of the lights, and the jarring onset of such cryptic dreams. these nightly journeys into strange places and stranger memories exhaust her, and with girlish vanity she touches the dark circles under her eyes -- so starkly visible in such a perfectly reflective surface, far better than even the best polished metals in king's landing. my name is alayne stone, she mouths to herself -- more bewildered now by the obvious dark dye in her hair than she'd ever been before. sansa is gone; sansa is dead. but already her roots are beginning to show copper--!

she gathers her hair into a simple plait and fastidiously straightens the dress she'd worn to the tournament feast in the vale, and the same dress she'd worn when she'd woken up elsewhere on the marsiva. it would need a washing, soon. but she had no handmaid to prevail upon. so, looking almost as dreary as she felt, she walked solemnly and slowly back to her assigned room: nothing to keep her company except a fur-lined cloak and a mockingbird pin.

she had avoided the bizarre little message-givers for so long. but having slyly watched someone else use theirs on the previous evening, she dares to address whoever else might be listening: ]

Please. I want to go home. I'm not supposed to be here.

[ it doesn't occur to her that no one else should be, either.

but once she's been thoroughly schooled on that front, she can be found drowning her private sorrows in the kitchen, her gaze stuck on the warmed milk filling her mug. she can't decide whether she's relieved or angry she can't return to where she's meant to be. ]

Comments

[video]

[summerschild]

[Bran would know her voice anywhere, coming from any face, under any head of unfamiliar, dark hair. As soon as he hears it from a neighbor's device, he scrabbles for his own and pulls up the network.]

Sansa! Sansa, can you see me?

[He's only a year older than when she last saw him, but even from the video it's clear that this isn't quite the sleeping child she left. His hair is longer, past his shoulders, and his cheeks are less round, but his eyes are bright with astonishment and urgency. Wherever his sister is speaking from, he needs to get there.]

1/2

[steeledskin]

[ ...her jaw opens. the lady says nothing -- but she looks a lot like a winter hare, ready to bolt. blue eyes wide and frightened. in truth, it's as though she's seen a ghost.

it's as though her troubled dreams have come to invade her waking thoughts. ]

2/2

[steeledskin]

N-no. [ disbelief. reluctance. she squints at the image, and knows him too well. ] I mean to say...yes, [ bran, beautiful bran! ] I can see you.

[ she says nothing else; she holds her breath. ]

video

[faithfulwisdom]

[There's something about the girl's expression and tone- something small and pleading- that brings out the older brother in Finrod. His response is soft and gentle, tinged with concern.]

None of us are meant to be here, my lady. I am afraid we are all in much the same position as you.

video

[steeledskin]

[ golden hair and fair manners -- oh, she can't fault the stranger in that regard. but she remains nevertheless cautious. fearful, even. ]

But why? [ plaintive. in any other situation, it might have been wheedling. ] What have we done to deserve this?

voice

[thebloodseal]

I know... it's scary, isn't it? A lot of us have been displaced, if it's any comfort.

voice

[steeledskin]

[ not much of a comfort at all -- but she (despite speaking to what seems to be a giant metal thing) tries to keep her grace about her. ]

You, as well?

kitchen

[resnipstance]

[Ahsoka wanders in to get herself a cup of tea when she spots Sansa, sitting there, frowning at her mug. The Force around the poor girl practically shrouded in misery and indecision. Hm.

Ahsoka makes her tea and then comes and sits down next to her.]

... Hey. ... Are you okay?

[steeledskin]

[ a long and careful look. it's quite probable (and not so well hidden) that sansa is taken aback by the stranger's appearance. not frightened, per se. but...she must force herself to duck her eyes and not stare. ]

I'm as well as can be expected, my lady. [ ... ] Given the circumstances.

kitchen.

[truthvalue]

[Souji spends most of his time cooking anyway; the change of location back to the Marsiva doesn't alarm him. It's early enough he doesn't expect to find anyone else here, though.]

Oh ... hello.

kitchen.

[steeledskin]

[ she watches -- and doesn't immediately provide any answer of her own. each new person must be judged and deemed safe to talk with before she so much as opens her mouth.

eventually: ] Good morning.

[deshabille]

Unfortunately, they're not listening, and we can't do anything. So, there's getting used to it or panicking, for the moment.

[Maybe some fighting later. You know. As you do.]

[steeledskin]

[ adapting? oh, she supposes she's capable of that much. except... ]

It's not fair. [ when was anything ever fair? ]

kitchen.

[redactions]

[ The kitchen here is, currently, better than the one on the Heron. Jim enters quietly, expecting no one, and offers her a polite but tight smile if she makes eye contact. His gaze drops to the untouched milk, and his brows furrow in brief thought. ]

I'm making some hot chocolate. Would you like any, miss?

[steeledskin]

[ ...miss? she swallows her indignation -- after all, it's clear the rules are very different in these lands. (can they even be called lands?)

she turns her mug so the handle faces away from her, as though a decision has been made. and then, in a voice rife with wariness, she confesses: ] Is it good? What is it?

[ the young westerosi woman has never seen nor heard of chocolate. ]

kitchen;

[huaaaaagh]

[It's probably on the later side of the day - evening, if she's still there - when Kirito wanders in, looking for something to munch. He pauses when he sees her, standing in the doorway for a moment. He's seen that look before, and it's often on people who want to be left alone.]

Ah- sorry, I didn't know anyone was using the kitchen. Will it bother you if I make some food?

kitchen;

[steeledskin]

[ -- she glances up from the table, and that glance is sharp. not with anger, but with a latent sort of fear she hasn't been able to shake since arriving as a member of the fleet. the dark-haired young lady tries to be as innocuous as possible when she places her mug on the table's surface. ]

Please, [ she inhales. ] Go about your business. I'll not stop you.

video;

[pirasea]

Sweet thing, if wanting to leave this place were enough it would be far emptier.

[She's sincere at least, if not exactly the bearer of good news.]

video;

[steeledskin]

[ ah, well. this continues to be quite the disappointment.

sheepishly: ] I suppose it was a rather stupid thing to wish for, after all.

video;

[mordedura]

None of us want to be here, they don't give a damn about what we want.

video;

[steeledskin]

[ harshly spoken, but she doesn't flinch. she can't afford to flinch these days. ]

None? Not a one? [ curiouser and curiouser. ]

Action

[digthefuzz]

[Kurt had just woken up not too long ago and was dragging himself to the kitchen for something resembling breakfast.

It was early, so he was using his teleporting to take shortcuts. And in his groggy state, he had only taken a quick peek into the kitchen from outside until he bamfed into it. He didn't notice anyone else in there from the quick glance, so he assumed it would be safe.

So the blue fuzzy guy suddenly appears in front of one Alayne Stone and her milk, in a puff of smoke that smells like brimstone. Then, his eyes closed, he stretches his arms in a mighty yawn.]

[steeledskin]

[ she yelps. what else can she do? a creature of absolute unknown origin seems to materialize from the very air in front of her. alayne-or-sansa turns to ice, and her mug of warmed milk drops to the ground with a resounding crack. thank the seven it's made from some fine metal, for all it does is clang and roll -- leaving a trail of spilled milk with it.

and the young woman? well, her eyes fill with tears. she can't bring herself to run -- so she presses a palm hard against her mouth to stifle the next cry. ]

[Action]

[techknowlogical]

[It's time for more caffeine, whatever time of day it actually is, and so Koushirou wanders into the kitchen in search of coffee; he normally drank tea at home, but coffee has been growing on him in the past few weeks. Normally he'd just ignore anyone else in the kitchen, especially if it's someone he doesn't know, but... Even he can tell Sansa looks upset, and although he's really not good with this sort of thing it seems wrong not to do something.]

Are you alright?

[It's quiet and a little hesitant, since he's not really sure he should be interrupting her thoughts in the first place, but still.]

[Action]

[steeledskin]

[ alright? no -- no, not at all. the young woman looks up from her mug, and musters a weak-willed nod. ]

As well as can be expected. [ so many strangers, here! ] I'm not in your way, am I?

[video]

[misterprongs]

[ oh no. :c ]

I don't think anyone is supposed to be here, strictly speaking.

[ but james' voice is gentle. ]

What's your name, hm?

[video]

[steeledskin]

Alayne, my lord.

[ she lies -- having not yet met with bran, she can't fathom giving anyone her proper name. it's a secret: dead and buried. ]