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[steeledskin]

Who: Sansa Stark and anyone.
Broadcast: Video. Fleetwide.
Action: Find her on the Blue Fish, if you like.
When: Midday.

[ by all accounts, sansa stark has survived. she now lives on an armoured ship. her brothers are nearby -- alongside one brother's devoted friends, who have all been more kind to her kin than she can put to words. although nothing so much as approaches normal, she's beginning to feel settled. stability creeps in from the corners.

and this allows her to ask a question of her fleetmates: ] Is there any means by which I might find spare cloth and thread? And needles, too, of course. The ships give us so much, but I'm not certain -- [ not certain they can give me these. she does not understand their magic, nor the purchasing power of her device. ]

I like to embroider. I should like to do it again, if I could. [ but without a handmaiden to bid fetch these things, she doesn't know how to begin. perhaps it's as simple as looking in the correct spot -- but she was never raised to procure or purchase anything in her life. ]

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[imahologram]

[...Well, someone has to enjoy embroidery. BETTER YOU THAN HER. And the apparent hesitance with which the girl asks the question puts Leia in a mood to answer with some added gentleness.]

I haven't seen any sewing supplies--but if I do, I'll send them your way. Who should I address them to?

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[steeledskin]

[ this is never simple. will it ever get easier to say her name -- to own it, despite the dyed hair and the way in which her natural copper has begun to peek at the roots? she is a young woman in transition: shedding her false name, and re-learning her real one. ]

Sansa Stark, my lady. [ she errs on the edge of courtesy. ] Upon the Blue Fish.

[ worse, yet, to give her address as well as her name. but she must trust robb's presence will protect her. ]

[imahologram]

Let's not stand on ceremony. My name is Leia Organa.

["My lady" isn't as bad as "ma'am," but it's never sat as easily on her shoulders as her own name.]

It's nice to meet you.

[flickerflash]

[Shyly, and with some caution (and some congestion, actually):]

Is wool of any use?

[steeledskin]

[ sweet dorothy! sansa wants to at least appear in high spirits if she's to speak with a child. she puts on her best face. ]

It might be. In a pinch. Are you certain you'd want to part with it, however?

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[bryces_pup]

[Though they were on the same ship, Riona isn't sure if Sansa seeks privacy. That, and she figures she should get used to using these devices. At the time of the post, she was fiddling with the communications panel, trying to get the hang of the damned thing. Sansa's post was a welcome distraction.]

Do these people not have some sort of merchant we can go to for supplies? Or some way to put in an order, at the very least? [Aaaand she's not being helpful. w2g, Riona.] Forgive me, I've only just arrived.

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[steeledskin]

[ at the raised question, she pauses -- of course, in small quarters, it's hard not to overhear each other. and she wasn't asking anything personal. if she looks vexed, it's only because she so rarely looks warm and inviting. ]

I wish I could give a satisfactory answer. [ she clasps her hands against her stomach. tense. ] There are markets, sometimes, on the planets where we stop. [ her nose wrinkles; she does not like this business of whole planets. ]

[avaricious]

[Normally this is not something that would've garnered more than a half second's look from Greed given the utter banality of the topic.

But, well, James Potter is a prick.]

You know, for you, it just so happens I know a guy who can hook you up.

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[steeledskin]

[ she had promised james she would be cautious. more accurately, she'd promised james she'd never speak to greed again. he'd relented -- assured her that was not his promise to take from her. but for the sake of everyone's patience, she locks the conversation down

(you can be assured that making a broadcast confidential was one of the very first things she learned to do.) ]

Who is it you know, Captain Greed?

[ broad, dulled curiousity. polite, at best. ]

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[resnipstance]

I saw some shops planet-side that sell stuff like that!

I was thinking I should get some needle and thread before we leave. You know, in case of rips in clothes and stuff. Maybe we could go look together?

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[steeledskin]

[ here is an offer she can take seriously -- after all, this young woman is not a complete stranger to her. but an acquaintance is still an acquaintance.

gently: ] Looking is all well and good, but I'm afraid I haven't any gold.

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[geonomy]

If you find any, you think you'd be up to teaching me how to embroider?

[It's a new thing to learn, plus he'd really like to snaz up his jacket a little.]

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[steeledskin]

[ well, this is bewildering. nevermind anyone asking her for lessons in anything -- she has to wonder why a young man should ever want them, as well.

her brows knit. ]

Are you certain you'd want that? [ who even is he, she wonders. ] Surely, you'd find it dull and boring.

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[firstrebel]

[ Oh, dear. Another child. Hera has a decided soft spot for lost kids. ]

I'd definitely check out the shops planetside - there are lots of supplies to be had down there.

Who taught you to embroider? [ Because the girl seems a little nervous, a little uncertain. She might relax a bit if she can talk about things that are familiar to her. ]

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[steeledskin]

[ sansa is careful to pick her way around the telling past tenses: her name was ] Septa Mordane. She taught me all manner of things -- but needlework is calming. I miss it.

[theshabbiestofmen]

Actually. If you can find thread and cloth, I can transfigure a needle for you. A regular sewing needle, correct? I've never seen an embroidery one, but I suppose I can just transfigure it and if it needs to be different, you can tell me.

[steeledskin]

[ if she has been cold and reluctant with others, then she is considerably less so with remus. he has won her fair consideration for no other reason than his friendship with james potter. perhaps it's a childish measure of one's patience with strangers, but it helps her sit easier. breathe easier. ]

What do you mean by this -- transfigure?

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[stefanged]

I've got extra cloth. Cotton, I think - but I'm not sure how much use it'll be.

[He holds up an infamous bright-red "Share a Soda with Salvation" t-shirt. It's oversized, and Salvation is misspelt, but it's free cloth.]

If you think you can work with it, I'll bring it to your ship.

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[steeledskin]

[ red. red.

she doesn't want to seem ungrateful, but: ] D-does it come in any other colours?

[forgetyourusedtobe]

I don't have anything like that myself, but if I see anything on the next waystation, I'll be sure to grab some for you.

[steeledskin]

[ oh, good day. she takes a moment to consider her response. then: ] It would be kind of you. Do you imagine they will be amply available at the next stop?

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[reconstitution]

I think someone I remember used to do that.. All you need are needles and thread?

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[steeledskin]

Precisely. [ but if she can be bold enough to ask for one favour, then perhaps: ] Thread of different colours. So -- so I can embroider a scene or a flower or a wolf.

[ especially a wolf. ]

5,000,000 years later — Action!

[collegedropout]

[Let it be known, small children own Sam's soul around here. That is, Katie the pooka gave him a task, and he's not one to deny her her requests, so here he is! Boarding this mysterious ship (that happens to be named opposite of his). He's got a tied blanket slung over his shoulder — a 6'5" lean mean beanstalk of muscle is wandering around for this girl called 'Sansa'.

Gift time? Don't stab him? He's peeking into the kitchen, into the hallway. He looks relatively harmless in the face, all curious and soft lines and dog-eyed glancing, but you know how it is. Hunters look more intimidating in the shoulders than they are. The serial killer plaid has never helped.]

Hello? Um, anyone here?

I've got a delivery.

[steeledskin]

[ -- when it falls to sansa stark to answer this visitor's call, she must steel herself. a blue-eyed gaze peeks from around the edge of her personnel office's door. gods, he's big. not as tall as gregor clegane. ]

Can I help you? [ she at long last steps into the hallway. sansa's hair is braided to better hide the way it shifts from its natural coppery colour to the dyed bottom half. she's wearing a fine silk dress. and her hands are clasped in front of her. ] Are you looking for someone?