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Who: Robb Stark & you
Broadcast: Fleetwide broadcast & some action
Action: The Marsiva
When: 22nd of December

[Before he starts to talk Robb peers into the box given to him. Apparently it works like ravens only faster and without wings. And would it also mean that everyone could see him?.

He figures he should sound firm and sure. Especially in an environment he does not entirely know. Well, he knows some things but not enough to string things together properly.]

Good morrow. How did I arrive here? [He rolls his shoulders a little and moves a hand through his hair.] I have heard I am part of a show. But why is that so? [Could people really see him through this thing? He peers into the box again and for a moment anyone hearing this can see a large blue eyeball gazing at them. Finally it zooms out and Robb talks again.] I have not asked for this. There are other places where I am needed.

I appreciate all answers. The ones who are able to send me back to where I belong will not be forgotten. If it is coin you wish we can talk of that. My name is Robb Stark. [A pause. Still, he has to know so he asks the most important question of all.]

Can anyone see me through this?

[Robb is still wearing the clothes he came with. He remembers he spilled a bit of grease on his collar when he was at the Twins but it seems to be gone completely. When he looks at the direwolf pin that keeps his cloak together it seems to shine even more than it did before he entered lord Frey's great hall.

He walks slowly towards the large windows and narrows his eyes a little. He has been told about space and planets. He has been told about ships flying through space to visit said planets but the actual view is even more impressive than he imagined it to be.

His fingers tighten around the crown he is holding in his hands.]

It is a never ending darkness...

[He mutters the words more to himself than anyone who is close to him. Gods, it is even more impressive than he imagined it to be. Like the blue sky only further than that.]

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[ There's a pretty blonde girl on the screen now, with a knowing smile on her face. ]

Bran will be happy to see you.

[Robb still blinks at hearing Bran's name. It is still so unreal to know that is brother is here and that there are so many people who know of him.]

I cannot go to him, my lady. The ship does not allow me to leave.

[It does not improve his mood at all.]

It will in a few days. I know it's frustrating for now, but you can at least talk over the communicators until then.

Can you tell them I wish to do the ritual sooner, my lady? This day.

I mean, you can say that all you want, but it's not gonna happen any faster. Our gracious hosts aren't exactly the type to listen, or care.

[ And honestly, keeping them apart will probably heighten the drama for when they finally reunite. God, she hates that she can think in their terms so easily. ]

I'm sorry. I know it's difficult.

Is it coin they want? I can arrange that. [He is not a king of great wealth. He does not shit gold like Tywin Lannister does but he can get his hands on some.] Every man cares for gold, not?

[It is difficult. Robb feels restless and he cannot stop his heart from pounding in his chest.]

[ She sighs. She can see how this boy might have been royalty -- and it's probably going to be tough for him to accept a "no". ]

No. In fact, they're the ones who'll be paying you.

We've been brought here to be entertainment. So, honestly, the more of a fuss you kick up about not being able to come right away, the better it is for them.

[Robb shakes his head firmly.]

I do not care for their gold. I do not want it. Tell them that.

[Now Robb is used to a lot. He knows some people mock him about his age. Some of his men refer to him as The King Who Lost The North, there have been rumors about him being able to transform into a wolf.

But all of that is nothing compared with a role as someone’s entertainer. He is no bloody lackwit jester who performs little dances in front of high lords and ladies! Let along in space.]

That is unacceptable, my lady. I wish to speak to them right away. [If it is entertainment they want he can give them that with a sword between their ribs.] Put these people into the black box for me. [A pause.] My lady.

[ She just kind of gives him a flat stare for a moment, before she looks away, pinching the bridge of her nose.

How to make him understand?

She looks back at the screen after a sigh ]

Alright, look. Bran says you're a king, is that right?

[Robb blinks at the sudden change of subject. And, to be fair, it is not his favorite subject either.]

Why should that matter? I take it no king can rule this space. [A pause, followed by a sigh.] I am.

[ Yeah, that's what she thought. Her tone is firm and confident when she replies -- it seems likely she's had to have this talk with others before. ]

It matters because if that's what you are, and if you were raised as nobility, then you have certain expectations about the way people will react to you. Certain ideas about how things work and what your influence is capable of achieving.

I'm going to be blunt: none of that matters here, not even a little bit. Everyone who's been brought here, whether they're a god or a peasant, is now on the same level when it comes to these guys. Some of us have been here for over a year and have tried all kinds of things to get Atroma to listen to us, to appear when we want them to, to send us back where we came from ... so on and so forth.

They do what they want. Remembering that will save you a huge headache in the future.

[Gods be good. Robb moves to pinch the bridge of his nose before he looks up again. He could counter her words by telling her he was raised to become the lord of Winterfell, never to become the king in the north.]

Your assumptions are wrong, my lady.

But I take it everyone wishes to sit here idly? Perform dances because they have been told to do so? Is that what you want, my lady?

[ Ah. Okay. Now she's annoyed. She's got a smile on her face, but her voice turns sarcastic. ]

Oh, yeah. That's exactly what I want! I love being told what to do and how to do it. I also love just sitting around and doing nothing to help anyone. That's why me and a hundred other people are still here.

[ And then she frowns. ]

You don't know a thing about the people here. Don't come in assuming that we're all here because we're lazy or don't care. You won't make many friends or allies that way.

The fact that you think you can get your way so easily just by asking or throwing money around despite the efforts of all the people that came before you not working? That makes me think my assumption isn't so far off the mark after all.

Yet you claim to know a lot about me. Please tell me more of it. Shall I shit gold for you like lord Tywin Lannister does, my lady? Or should I put on expensive silks and play the king?

Mayhaps next time, listen to my brother when he speaks to you about me.

[Because he's not going to tell you anything. No, he is going to be a petulant child about this.]

[ She rolls her eyes. ]

I listened to him. He said a lot of great things about you, actually, and I can tell he really looks up to you.

It's just that so far you've been acting like a spoiled brat with no regard for people who know the situation far better than he does, so I have yet to see where he could have gotten that impression.

[The look on Robb's face turns sad when she says that.

Now he can only imagine how Bran must have waited and hoped. And Robb never came, he did not even send a raven. He just never expected Theon to actually kill him.

Finally he shrugs and shakes his head.]

I do not know that either.

[Robb Stark is no spoiled brat and this woman is wrong. But he has been an awful brother. He should have marched down to Winterfell. He should have done lot of bloody things.]

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