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driftfleet2015-11-26 06:04 pm
stagstorm) wrote in driftfleet2015-11-26 06:04 pm
Bobby B - One
Who: Robert Baratheon
Broadcast: Fleetwide video.
Action: The Marsiva
When: Soon.
[The camera catches view of a man who is as thick as he is tall standing in front of the massive windows that separate the safety of the Marsiva from the inhospitable void of space on the other side of it. For many, this would be a breathtaking view of the cosmos. The King saw it only as a nuisance. Dressed in rich silk and velvet with a antlered crown on his head, Robert Baratheon was no man to be toyed with and he was eager to be free, even if he could not fully comprehend what he was seeing. He had never been a learned man and the concept of space itself was so far beyond his sphere of experience. He saw nothing but a night sky and though he could not see the ground, that only posed a problem to be solved later.
Later meaning after he had broken through the glass with a chair that he had caused significant damage to by beating it repeatedly against the window. With each thrust he roared in something between fury and excitement.]
That's right! Try and cage me, you bastards! Do you think this metal prison can hold me? Come now! Have at me!
[Yet for all his bravado and effort, the window did not even crack. Besides that, he was not so fit as he was in his youth. Winded and exhausted, he eventually righted the dented chair so he could sit on it instead. Only then did he turn his attention back to the communicator. He could not say why or how, but he understood that it was meant for communicating. He twisted in his hands a few times before deciding to play the fool and speak into it.]
...well? Does this damned bloody thing work or not?
Broadcast: Fleetwide video.
Action: The Marsiva
When: Soon.
[The camera catches view of a man who is as thick as he is tall standing in front of the massive windows that separate the safety of the Marsiva from the inhospitable void of space on the other side of it. For many, this would be a breathtaking view of the cosmos. The King saw it only as a nuisance. Dressed in rich silk and velvet with a antlered crown on his head, Robert Baratheon was no man to be toyed with and he was eager to be free, even if he could not fully comprehend what he was seeing. He had never been a learned man and the concept of space itself was so far beyond his sphere of experience. He saw nothing but a night sky and though he could not see the ground, that only posed a problem to be solved later.
Later meaning after he had broken through the glass with a chair that he had caused significant damage to by beating it repeatedly against the window. With each thrust he roared in something between fury and excitement.]
That's right! Try and cage me, you bastards! Do you think this metal prison can hold me? Come now! Have at me!
[Yet for all his bravado and effort, the window did not even crack. Besides that, he was not so fit as he was in his youth. Winded and exhausted, he eventually righted the dented chair so he could sit on it instead. Only then did he turn his attention back to the communicator. He could not say why or how, but he understood that it was meant for communicating. He twisted in his hands a few times before deciding to play the fool and speak into it.]
...well? Does this damned bloody thing work or not?
video.
[That might just serve. With Eddard's eldest lad at his side, the two of them might just stand a chance of breaking free of this prison. They would take Sansa Stark along with them and make their way back to Westeros. A heroic return, that would be. The singers would love it.]
video.
[ and what else does she have left to say? it isn't her place to tell him that he's no longer the king of anyone -- and not because he's here but because he's dead. and his sons have taken up that torch in his absence. but she'd seen what he'd done to that chair -- she doesn't fancy being the messenger for more bad news. ]
video.
You might have mentioned your brother was no more than a lad.
video.
[ you never asked. ]
video.
No matter. Your father promised you to my son, which makes you as good as my own. So I'll see to it you and your brother come to no harm. Gods only know what an earful he'd give me elsewise.
video.
by some miracle, she remains stoic. and stoicism can so easily be mistaken for dullness. without a lilt or song in her voice: ] You are so good and kind. Thank you, your grace.
video.
Hrm. It would be easier if I knew where you were. Pretty yourself up as suits you, then present yourself.
video.
no, not his son -- her realization is bitter and heavy with hurt. instead, sansa asks: ] Are you not still on the Marsiva?
video.
video.
video.
video.
[ much smaller. ]
video.
[No doubt it will be trouble to cross from one ship to another... but better she's by his side than not. He owes Ned that at least.]
video.
video.
Re: video.
video.
video.
[ and like a dutiful subject, she waits for him to cut the feed. ]
video.
Eventually, some minutes later, he'll turn it off, but only by accident.]