001 The Lone Wolf
Dec. 9th, 2017 02:32 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Who: Sansa Stark
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: only on Marsiva, as Sansa doesn't have a ship assignment yet
When: 12.08.2017
( Sansa has never been in such a situation as this one. She's lived in court, yes, and she's lived as a captive in both King's Landing and in the Vale. She's come to her own home and found it hostile. She's never been in a place where everything is so clean and white as this and one that has strange devices she doesn't understand. She's been acclimated to them somewhat, thanks to an...instructional program (it was a program, that was the word, wasn't it?) but it's still foreign to her. Still, if everything foreign was something she fled from, she'd not be alive today.)
( Once she's had a chance to determine how the video works (a novel concept in and of itself), she arranges her hair neatly and addresses the fleet. Perhaps it's a ship that sails through the stars and not water but a ship is a concept that is not untenable for her at the moment. She's grateful she has on a dark dress of her own design, a dark cloak. The stars are cold, it seems, and the warmth is helpful.)
Greetings, fellow travelers. I am Sansa Stark, lately of Winterfell, and I appear to have become part of your conscripted crew for the time being. I've never been on ships for any long stretch of time and certainly not those that sail through the starry night instead of ploughing the ocean so I beg your indulgence as I acclimate myself.
I welcome any advice you may have for me as I embark on this journey for I fear that I am quite out of my element.
( Sansa adjusts her cloak a bit and smiles toward the device, hoping her face is in focus. Hopefully this has worked correctly.)
Thank you.
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: only on Marsiva, as Sansa doesn't have a ship assignment yet
When: 12.08.2017
( Sansa has never been in such a situation as this one. She's lived in court, yes, and she's lived as a captive in both King's Landing and in the Vale. She's come to her own home and found it hostile. She's never been in a place where everything is so clean and white as this and one that has strange devices she doesn't understand. She's been acclimated to them somewhat, thanks to an...instructional program (it was a program, that was the word, wasn't it?) but it's still foreign to her. Still, if everything foreign was something she fled from, she'd not be alive today.)
( Once she's had a chance to determine how the video works (a novel concept in and of itself), she arranges her hair neatly and addresses the fleet. Perhaps it's a ship that sails through the stars and not water but a ship is a concept that is not untenable for her at the moment. She's grateful she has on a dark dress of her own design, a dark cloak. The stars are cold, it seems, and the warmth is helpful.)
Greetings, fellow travelers. I am Sansa Stark, lately of Winterfell, and I appear to have become part of your conscripted crew for the time being. I've never been on ships for any long stretch of time and certainly not those that sail through the starry night instead of ploughing the ocean so I beg your indulgence as I acclimate myself.
I welcome any advice you may have for me as I embark on this journey for I fear that I am quite out of my element.
( Sansa adjusts her cloak a bit and smiles toward the device, hoping her face is in focus. Hopefully this has worked correctly.)
Thank you.