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[stretchy_girl]

Who: Gemini & Open to the Bishop crew.
Broadcast: Nope
Action: S.S Bishop
When: Tuesday Evening

[It's now been well over a week since the Bishop's new security officer arrived in the usual burst of music and confetti...and stalked off without a word to anyone. Since then nobody will have seen so much as a peep of her; the office marked 'Gemini de Mille' remains completely untouched, the bed in her room obviously not slept in and the clothing locker unopened. Perhaps some of them might have heard sounds coming from the depths of the ship, tapping noises, faint slithery sounds emanating from the air ducts late at night, but that's the only hint of her continuing presence. However, even though the crew haven't seen her, Gemini has been watching them, listening in on conversations, intruding into private quarters, seeking to learn as much about her 'crewmates' as possible.

In fact there isn't a nook or cranny of the ship that she hasn't thoroughly explored, slipping behind walls, squeezing under the sparse furniture, oozing around the ship's wiring to see what leads where. Lately she's been exploring the plumbing system and discovered the ship's hot-water tank, and isn't that just heavenly? But she can't float around shapelessly in the tank forever, although the stubborn part of her likes to think she could, she's getting very bored very quickly. Eventually she'll have to talk to someone, and now seems as good a time as any.

The shower locker room is seemingly empty, but Gemini is there, blending seamlessly in, waiting impatiently for someone to come along, although she's unsure of what exactly she'll say...or even who she'll say it as.]

closed » you're the horizon line -- i'm the last sunset

[mucked]

Who: Peggy Carter & Steve Rogers
Broadcast: Definitely not.
Action: Closed, aboard one of the occasional waypoint stations as the fleet drifts.
When: Mid-afternoon
( a little late for a first date. )

003; video

[reek]

Who: Theon Greyjoy
Broadcast: Fleetwide, video
Action: S.S. Paisley
When: Thursday morning

[ A dark haired boy, no older than nine or ten, sits somewhere on the bridge of the Paisley. He's managed to figure out the device relatively quickly, and he sits staring at it apprehensively, head cupped in his hand.

Although he does his best to keep an even and stony expression, he can't hide the fact that he looks absolutely miserable, as if everything he ever knew and loved has just been taken from him. Which, in fact, it has. This boy wears a black cloak, emblazoned with golden krakens. If that isn't enough of a clue that this is a young Theon Greyjoy, nothing is. Clearly, someone's augment has malfunctioned.

In an uncertain voice, he finally asks: ]

Is this Winterfell?

[ On top of being unhappy, he seems incredibly suspicious of his surroundings. Everything is so strange and unlike anything he's ever seen, but all he's ever known is the Iron Islands. For all he knows, Winterfell is this strange place where they use these strange devices rather than ravens to deliver messages. On the other hand, Lord Stark frightens him, and Theon wouldn't put it past him to leave him somewhere strange and even farther away from home than he anticipated. ]

I don't remember arriving. [ His eyebrows knit together, his face scrunching up in frustration, but he tries very hard to put some semblance of forcefulness into his nervous voice. ] Where is Lord Stark?