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driftfleet2015-10-28 07:04 pm
steeledskin) wrote in driftfleet2015-10-28 07:04 pm
» 1st lemoncake
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. ]
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. ]
[video]
I don't think anyone is supposed to be here, strictly speaking.
[ but james' voice is gentle. ]
What's your name, hm?
[video]
[ she lies -- having not yet met with bran, she can't fathom giving anyone her proper name. it's a secret: dead and buried. ]
[video]
[ none of this 'my lord' things, okay. ]
Though I expect you're quite used to being called Lady Alayne, hm?
[ and if not, then that's what she is from now on xo.
until that whole 'that's not your real name' thing whoops]Do you mind me asking how old you are?
[video]
or...alayne, is. sansa is something else entirely. and she keeps that 'something else' tamped down and hidden. ]
I'm a woman grown -- [ she answers, begrudging and with more than a hint of suspicion. as though her status as not-a-child is all she needs to insist to a stranger such as him. ]
[video]
That's fine.
[ mildly, and james quickly holds up his hands, to show sansa that he meant no harm. ]
No offense meant, Lady Alayne, just curious -- I'm sixteen, I suppose I should have answered my own question first. Has anyone explained to you properly where you are? I don't want to keep you if you've already hard the introduction.
[video]
she'd been rude.
so, softer: ] Forgive me, I didn't...six and ten, James Potter. I'm also six and ten.
[video]
-- then we have something in common.
[ brightly, with no offense taken. ]
I will, however, decline the ask for forgiveness, because you've done nothing wrong. Have you found anyone you know yet?
[video]
[ but she doesn't volunteer any more information than this. ]
[video]
[ for now, anyway -- james is rather new, too, so he's not going to give up hope that his friends won't come wandering through. or lily. lily would be great. :c
-- but james draws in a breath and offers sansa a warm smile, in an effort to be as calming as possible. ]
Do you have any questions? I'd keep peppering you with them, but the last thing I wanted to do when I arrived here was be bothered by a bunch of idiots.
[ which is 100% a lie but it can be overwhelming ok ]
[video]
[ she isn't merely trying to curry favour from an offended stranger (though there is that) -- sansa grew up around hodor, and that poor simpleton's existence seems nothing like the vibrant and curious young man with whom she now speaks. ]
[video]
[ mildly enough ]
But I appreciate the kindness.