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Who: ~~Sansa Stark~~Alayne 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. ]

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[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?

[ -- 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.

[Her formality is surprising, but there's all sorts of people here. He ducks his head in a slight bow and moves further into the room to start gathering ingredients. Give him a minute while he sorts out whether or not to take the conversation further.]

[ silence reigns -- the odd scuff of her mug on the table might punctuate it but, for the most part, a tense nothingness settles across the kitchen. it isn't until minutes later, watching him begin his process, that she pipes up: ]

Pardon, but -- a-are you a cook?

[He blinks and glances over at her, surprised by her question. His activities in the kitchen - and the meager ingredients they have here - certainly wouldn't make him any kind of skilled chef. Better than nothing, though.]

I wouldn't call myself one by trade or anything. But back home I cooked for myself and my sister all the time, so... I suppose?

[ hmph. it isn't (exactly) that his answer is unsatisfactory -- it's only that she realizes he must be as transient here as she already is. they're both interlopers, and interlopers can so rarely help each other.

stiffly: ] But do you know to whom the kitchen belongs?

[ which lord, which lady, which power? ]

[Oh, hm. Maybe she's not sure if she's allowed to use it?]

I guess it's technically the Atroma's kitchen, but we can use it when we need it. If they didn't want us doing that, they wouldn't leave the food lying around for us to take.

[He's certainly not about to feel guilty for it.

Her way of speaking is surprisingly formal, though. Most people he meets are pretty casual.]

[ somehow, the idea that she might use the kitchen beyond this one-time incursion doesn't excite her. doesn't please her one bit. but what did she think would be more likely? perhaps that she'd uncovered the name (or names) of the lords reigning over the fleet, and endear herself to them. ]

Has no one asked them?

[He's pretty sure they have, but, you know. Maybe it's something she has to be certain about.]

I've never met one of them. If I did, I doubt I'd be asking about food.

[He's more likely to start swinging fists or taking hostages to get people out. Priorities, and all.

After a moment's thought, he tilts his head back and raises his voice to the ceiling.]

Hey!! Atroma! We're using your kitchen, if you've got a problem with that, go ahead and say so!

[ sansa isn't the sort of young woman who's taken with smiling -- not any longer, and not without depth of reason or motive to lie. but a mild gleam steals across her expression like small admiration for his sudden outburst.

it startles her, at first. and she nearly has to sit on her hands in order to avoid shushing him. doesn't he risk bringing their wrath down upon our heads? but nothing happens. no wrath and no retribution. slowly, her breathing eases. ]

You're very brave.

That's generous of you. Most people just call me reckless.

[Or stupid. He's been called that plenty.

By then, the coffee's done brewing, so he helps himself to a cup.]

You hungry? I can make enough for two, and if there's any trouble then it's on me.

[ she isn't hungry. not at all. but she doesn't want to appear rude -- and, if she's honest with herself, she's a little charmed with his company. he isn't too rude, and she truly does think he's brave.

so she nods. ] I'll have a little, if you don't mind.

[Just wait, Sansa. The rudeness will come.

At her answer, though, he nods and gets back to work, grabbing a few more ingredients to make another portion. He usually makes a little extra anyway, but only because he tends to eat more than he expects; he'd hate to be stingy when he's cooking for two.]

I'm making teriyaki burgers. Ever had them?

No. [ hells, she's never even heard of them. ] Do they taste good?

[ what a stupid question, and she knows it. why would he make them if they were not good? ]

They taste awesome. The texture's still kind of weird, since it's just synthetic rations, but you just can't beat this flavour.

[Stefan is forever his hero for showing him the teriyaki flavouring.]

[ she doesn't understand. of course, she doesn't understand -- synthetic? teriyaki? her nose crinkles, but not in disgust. ]

Are they your favourite? [ here, at least. if not home. ]

Since I was a kid, yeah. My mom used to make them on weekends when she didn't have to work.

What about you? Any favourite foods? I can check if we have some ingredients for it.

I like cakes. [ her answer is quick -- a little shy and a lot embarrassed. but why lie about this? it can't be used against her. ] Especially the little lemon ones.

Lemon, huh.

[He was thinking, like, dinner-foods, but he's always up for dessert.]

I'm pretty sure we've got lemon flavour around here, too. I could probably make a batch of lemon patties. Though the texture would be about the same as the burgers...

[Well, at least they'd be tasty.]

[ the texture means little to her -- only insofar as she hasn't a sweet clue what a 'burger' is. except that he likes them, and so they might very well be worth someone's time. nothing disgusting (she believes) would ever be someone's favourite food. ]

I would try them, [ she promises. it seems like the polite thing to do in the face of such kindness. ]

Okay, then I'll make a batch of that too.

[He's not exactly someone who's good at putting people at ease, but the other residents here did a pretty good job of welcoming him. It wouldn't be right to not give back a bit.

He finishes up with the meat" patties, setting them in a pan to cook before washing his hands and starting the second set.]

I'm Kirito, by the way.

Sansa. [ she spares them both her family name, knowing what trouble it can cause. were it not for bran being here as well, she'd not have given even her first. ] A-and...thank you, Kirito.

[ she takes great pains to mime his name precisely as he'd said it. ]

[Considering he himself is basically using an alias, he's not one to even question names. He does smile at the effort she put into saying it correctly, though. A lot of people butcher the accent.]

You're welcome. So, uh, am I right in assuming you're new here?

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