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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. ]

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

I agree- I can't imagine doing what they do to us- but on the other hand, they wouldn't be alive for much longer if we could see them, I'm betting. I don't like killing people, but not everyone has that qualm. It's self-preservation on their part.

[ if they risk being killed, then perhaps they ought to have thought of that before imprisoning innocents. but sansa doesn't parade such a thought out in the open -- who knows who's listening in? ]

You don't like killing? [ her surprise is evident. although he sounds uncommonly young in his voice, it's an oddly warm distinction to make. ] Neither do I, I suppose.

[ or she's too cowardly to kill. ]

No... I'd rather show mercy to someone. Sometimes, showing understanding and compassion can take you farther than violence can.

[ to know what motivates a man is to know what moves him -- and moving him in such quiet (and compassionate) fashions can be much more successful than violence. she knows this much; she's learned this much. ]

You sound very wise. [ despite sounding very young. ]

I try my best. Brother and I... have been through a lot in our lives, and I've leaned that kindness suits me much better than violence does.

[ oh! she perks up. ]

Is your brother here?

No... he hasn't shown up yet. I half hope he does, but half not- he doesn't belong here any more than you or I do.