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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[save_the_souls]

[Allen for one, was relieved to wake up back in his own quarters. If he never had to spend another day on the Marsiva, it would be lovely]

[And so after checking up on his fish (all accounted for!), he heading into the hallways of the ship to check on his crew. Timcanpy follows behind him, clearly enjoying all the extra space to fly around in. Allen too, is noticing some of the changes in the ship]

Is this ship...more lit than I remember?

[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.

[summerschild]

[Bran wheels out of his bedroom, something small and made of straw lying across his lap. He peers around at the walls, curious.]

It feels larger. Atroma must have changed it.

[save_the_souls]

[There's one! He'll approach, smiling at Bran]

Mm, it does seem less cramped. Maybe they decided to finally give us more room?

[summerschild]

[That gets Allen a grin.]

I won't catch my chair on corners, anymore.

[save_the_souls]

Yeah, that's right! It'll be a lot easier for you.

[WHICH GOOD. The poor kid has enough problems without constantly getting stuck on corners. Tim meanwhile, seems to flutter down over to Bran. Hello you.]

Have you seen anyone else yet?

[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]

I haven't, I've been in my room.

[He reaches up to touch Tim gently with one finger, smiling a bit.]

Is that prince our only new crew member?

[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. ]

[save_the_souls]

[And Tim will attempt to land on that hand, if Bran will let him]

That prince? ...Do you mean Zuko?

[Guess whose fallen behind first mate duties while on the Marsiva.]

[summerschild]

No, the one with the hair like Sansa's.

[He pauses for a moment, watching Tim land on his finger. Then, a surprised breath.]

Zuko's a prince too?

[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.]

[bolder]

[As Allen's going down the hall, Toph exits the bridge. Things haven't been as smooth as normal since the Noah incident, so she's been giving him space. For reasons.

But now that they're back on the Blue Fish, she knows she can't steer away from him forever. Still, it won't be her normal jabbing and mockery. Not yet.]

Dunno, but it feels different. Not larger exactly, but like rooms have a little more space.

[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.

[save_the_souls]

Oh- I haven't met him yet.

[Huh. He probably should've checked the network more while on the Marsiva huh...]

Ah- yeah. He is.

[summerschild]

[Bran looks at him for several moments, just blinking.]

... We have a lot of princes on this ship.

[save_the_souls]

Hm?

You mean two of them?

[summerschild]

[Um. Well.]

Three. I'm the Prince of Winterfell.

[save_the_souls]

Eh?

You're a prince too? [Wait...does that make Arya a princess?! Because seriously- mind. blown.]

[summerschild]

My brother Robb is the King in the North. I ruled Winterfell in his absence.

[His Lord Voice is slipping back in slightly, but it's dampened by the fact that he's still got the straw doll in one hand and Timcampy perched on the other. Also, the fact that he's very tiny.]

[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?

[save_the_souls]

[Allen had noticed her avoidance on the Marsiva after the Noah incident, even if it hadn't fully surprised him. But for now, he's willing to put that aside to focus on what matters at the moment- the ship. Which if anyone would know the changes done to the ship- it'd be her]

A little more space without it being larger? Like they rearranged things?