mingle ye blue fishes

[summerschild]

Who: The crew of the Blue Fish, and visitors
Broadcast: Nah
Action: Aboard the Fish of Blue
When: 11/25 and onward

[We're baaaack! Whether or not you enjoyed your time aboard the Marsiva, there's really no place like space home. With a couple of new features to explore, it's time to mingle the hell out of this ship, comrades.]

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[summerschild]

[Bran can be found in the bridge, his wheelchair parked near one of the windows. He seems to be focusing intently on the screen of his communicator, from which some quiet 8-bit music is playing. He doesn't quite get the point of Snake - would a snake truly die if it ran into its own tail? - but it passes the afternoon. The Marsiva might have been a bit sinister, but he enjoyed getting to be close to all of his friends there.

As the game beeps Game Over at him again, he looks up at you and wrinkles his nose a bit.]

I miss the television, a bit.

[steeledskin]

[ sansa visits her brother. she visits him often and enthusiastically, though she still maintains her residency upon the ship onto which the atroma first shuffled her. the maiden who so rarely smiles allows herself so much happiness when in bran's company -- although some portion of her soul remains muted and pained. especially now that tyrion lannister has joined the fleet's number.

today, she sits not far from his wheelchair. she doesn't always need to speak to him -- often, being around him is enough to soothe her. a small bit of embroidery work sits in her lap. now and again, however, she glanced up and addresses her kin and her host: ] What's a television?

[summerschild]

It's a magic box.

[He holds up his communicator to point at the screen.]

A bit like this, only bigger, and you can watch stories.

[He looks content - an expression that hasn't been on his face much in the year and a half since his fall. Of course he would prefer to be living in the company of Sansa, but the Blue Fish is at full capacity, and he doesn't want to leave Allen and Toph. Sansa's frequent visits are nice, though. There is something sad behind her smile, but he tries to bring it out as often as he can.]

[steeledskin]

Stories!

[ her eyebrows flicker upwards -- only momentarily -- and she looks shocked. shocked, and charmed. certainly, there had been televisions on the marsiva but she hadn't gone near anything that looked altogether too odd.

sansa pulls thread and needle through her embroidery frame, and glances (between stitches) at her brother. ] What manner of stories?

[ good ones? sad ones? exciting ones? ]

[summerschild]

My favorite was about sharks that fell from the sky.

[His tastes in future media are questionable, in part due to being introduced to it by Shawn Hunter. But he isn't aware of this.]

Shawn told me there are all sorts, though. Scary ones, and funny ones, and ones about people in love.

[steeledskin]

[ and all of them lies, no doubt. but there isn't so much as a twitch in her calmed expression -- and she has nothing but respect and due attention for her brother's description. ]

Like books in a library. [ although she's quite certain no one has ever written any books about falling sharks. she hopes not, at least. it sounds abominable. ]

[summerschild]

[He nods, excited.]

Yes, only the box shows you what's happening instead of thinking it in your head.

[Bran has always been thrilled by magic and wonders, and the strange inventions he's encountered here certainly fall under that heading. He would love to show Sansa every little thing he's discovered, but he doesn't want to overwhelm her.]

[steeledskin]

But there has got to be something better than sharks to watch.

[ ah, there returneth the old chill in her voice: the slight snub, as though sansa stark alone knows what's fashionable and what isn't. pretending to be that kind of girl made her feel a little more...normal. ]

[summerschild]

[Hearing that familiar quality in Sansa's voice makes Bran smile, just a bit. They are both scared and grim and tired in their hearts, but Sansa is still Sansa.]

There were others, a hundred or more. Some of them showed impossible things, but some were just like home.

[steeledskin]

Those ones must have been dreadful.

[ she betrays a lot more honesty when she sits beside her brother. although she hides the brunt of her sorrows, she isn't afraid to express a down-to-the-bone dissatisfaction with the westeros she's left behind. by all accounts, this place feels safer. ]

[bolder]

Me too.

[Toph's relaxing at the helm, leaning back in her pilot's chair with her feet up on the dashboard.]

It was fun to stand in front of it and pretend I didn't know what was happening.

[summerschild]

[Oh. Toph's talking to him again. Bran is a little hesitant, but he turns his wheelchair to face the front of the ship.]

Could you see them with your feet?

[bolder]

Not moving screens, too detailed. Plus they don't work with earthbending.

[Toph "looks" over.]

I meant getting in the way.

[summerschild]

[It takes a second to register what she's said, and then he grins.]

I bet people thought that was really annoying.

[bolder]

That was the point, yeah. But it got old after a week.

[Toph sighs loudly.] I'm glad we're back on the ship. It definitely feels more like a home than that other place.

[summerschild]

[He still can't bring himself to compare even the Blue Fish to a home, but he doesn't argue Toph's comment.]

How long have you been living here, Toph?

[bolder]

Same time as you, but I switched ships pretty soon after that. My friends were on this one, so it made sense to move here.

[alwayscomeback]

[Sokka offers an encouraging smile. ]

Don't worry about it, Bran. Maybe we can pick one up at the next Waystation or planet or something. You never know. We might just strike out lucky.

[summerschild]

Do you think they might have one?

[Bran looks up at him with intense hope!]

I want to watch the movie about the sharks again.

[alwayscomeback]

Maybe? I've seen all sorts of stuff in the Waystations.

[He pulls a face. ]

...The ones in the tornado?

[summerschild]

[He nods enthusiastically.]

The Sharknado. Ino said that those don't exist, but it looked terribly real.

[alwayscomeback]

[Ughhhhhhhhhhhhh ]

They really, really don't exist. You've got nothing to worry about with magical tornadoes full of sharks.

[summerschild]

Oh.

[He begins to wonder - how much of what he saw does actually exist?]

What about cannibals? Are they real?

[alwayscomeback]

Uh.

[MAYBE??? ]

No. I'm pretty sure they don't?

[summerschild]

[He lets out the tiniest relieved sigh.]

And "a capella"? Is a capella music real?

[Okay, so he mainly watched horror or disaster movies, as is his style, but Pitch Perfect was really awesome.]