get your mingle on

[curiositykilledthecats]

Who: SS Huntress and visitors
Broadcast: N
Action: Ship mingle!
When: Time is an illusion

[So, we've been returned to our ships, and they're all different now! Having lower ceilings must suck for those of you who are actually not tiny.]

Comments

[steeledskin]

[ the water is soothing on her hands -- even as the strange soap is not. not at all. in the wake of this chore, she feels the skin between her fingers go dry. she focuses on that minor sting when nyssa as good as takes command of sansa's social calendar. and, deep down, sansa doesn't mind one bit: it's easier, having someone else set the bar for what's expected of her.

she nods. ] The same time, if it pleases you. I'll not be late. I promise.

[sinuosity]

[ A pause; Nyssa furrows her brows, then, ]

There is no penalty; there may be unforeseen circumstances that delay one or both of us. I am not familiar with what is expected on this Fleet.

[steeledskin]

I confess -- I've not been here long enough to grow familiar with it, either.

[sinuosity]

Then we will make our plans and hope nothing goes awry.

​[ She inclines her head in a nod. ]

Fare well, Sansa Stark.

[steeledskin]

Seven keep you, Nyssa. [ she bobs into a graceful little curtsy. ] And Seven keep your House, as well.