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[The bunks are filling up, but the new faces just keep appearing!

Are you a travel-weary passenger having trouble keeping your crew roster straight? Perhaps you are a fresh new recruit, finding themselves dumped into a new (and much less shiny) home. Or, maybe you've been around for a little bit and just haven't bothered meeting the other weirdos on this ship yet--what is their problem, anyway?

Well, this is the place for you!

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Everyone else-- go meet those newbies! Whether they are new to your own crew, or on ships you frequently visit, now is a great time to bump into them.]

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Theon Greyjoy | SS Paisley | Action

[reek]

1. Arrival

[ It's with a scowl that Theon shakes the confetti out of his hair, leaving himself looking just as disheveled as he feels. He's already suffered through the worst of his existential crisis, but it's still so much to take in and it isn't as if he doesn't already have a lot to think about.

The cheerful atmosphere that greets him when he's teleported to the bridge does nothing but grate on his already raw nerves. Rather than letting his anxiety over the entire situation show, he clenches his teeth tightly, squares his shoulders, and pushes by anyone who might be in his immediate line of sight. ]

Get out of my way.

2. Exploring the ship

[ Theon is quick to make himself at home, rummaging through drawers and cabinets and opening any door that will yield to him. His head is spinning and he doesn't feel fully comfortable in this new environment, but he's intrigued. Neither Winterfell nor Pyke looked anything like this ship does.

Later, he can be found gazing through one of the windows, peering out into the endless field of stars. He has some thoughts that aren't terrible ideas. Sometimes. ]


3. Wildcard

[ Up to you! Pick and choose, my friends. ]

1.

[delincuente]

Hey!

[Alex takes a stumbling step in her heels, narrowing her eyes at the newcomer. Her wand's drawn in another instant.]

Hands to yourself, asshole.

[reek]

[ Theon stops in his tracks and glances over his shoulder to glare. Truth be told, he might have purposefully been looking for an argument. Anything to take his mind off of all his other troubles. ]

I don't take orders from a ten year old girl and a stick

[ Actually, Theon... ]

[delincuente]

[She makes a mock-offended face, and twirls the stick between her fingers.]

Oh, hey, too bad the girl's your captain, and this stick can turn you into about twelve thousand different things you didn't know existed. So watch it, shaggy.

[reek]

[ Theon rolls his eyes, wishing that she'd just shut up. He is a captain in his own right, whether he left his vessel with his uncle or not. He's tired of being ordered around, and he especially doesn't need to take orders from a girl who looks no older than Arya Stark.

To ease his frustration, he quirks a cocky smile. ]

Is that a threat? Am I meant to feel threatened by someone who has yet to see their thirteenth nameday? You might try harder next time. A fist can do more damage than any stick.

[delincuente]

Ooh, you want me to punch you? Down, boy.

[It's been a long time since she had someone to antagonize. It's almost refreshing.]

Get back to me when you learn what a shower is.

2

[timelapsed]

[ The door to Max's office has a sign hanging on the outside; "Max Caulfield, Official Fleet Photographer". The door isn't locked, which means it yields to Theon's search and self-tour.

Max herself is inside, wearing a bright red T-shirt that says "Share a Soda with Salvation". She turns to the door at the intrusion.

And blinks. ]

Uh... hi?

[ Max is good at first impressions. ]

[reek]

[ After a slew of locked doors, Theon really doesn't expect many of them to open. But lo and behold, the next one budges and he's met face to face with who he assumes to be "Max Caulfield".

For a moment, he's surprised into silence. For whatever reason, he hadn't expected to actually run in to anyone, and he spends that moment trying to make sense of the words on Max's t-shirt. What is a soda? He doesn't understand.

It's cool, Theon. You can play this off. ]

I'm here to see-- [ He leans back to squint at the sign on the back of the door. ] The official fleet photographer. [He clearly has no idea what that means. ]

[timelapsed]

[ Oh, hey cool. ] That's me. Even if it's unofficially official.

What's up? Do you need a photo taken? If so I'm your girl.

[reek]

[ He seems to be struggling with that question. "Photo" isn't a word he's heard before and certainly not a concept he's familiar with. ]

Yes? Yes, I need a...photo taken.

[ A pause. ]

What does that constitute?

[timelapsed]

[ Dude, did you seriously walk in without even knowing what a photo is?

Max'll try not to hold it against him.

She'll actually motion towards the wall to Theon's right. It has a large number of photos taped up on it - crew members of the Paisley, scenery on alien planets, shots of people Theon hasn't met yet and might never. ] Those are photos. Pictures. Like... portraits, but a hell of a lot quicker, and more accurate.

2

[huaaaaagh]

[Kirito basically lives in engineering, so he's down there running some diagnostics and tuning up the equipment when Theon wanders in. Usually he gives crewmates a wave and some space unless they need him for something, but unfamiliar faces make him pause in what he's doing. Who's this guy?]

Uh... hey. Can I help you?

[reek]

[ Who is this guy? Someone who thinks he owns the place, clearly, but Theon's rude behavior only comes as a cover-up for his discomfort. It isn't nice, being in an unfamiliar place with unfamiliar people, but you can always hide it pretty well by pretending you're authoritative and totally comfortable with your surroundings. ]

If I needed your help, I would ask for it.

[ He could use a great deal of help, but he's too stubborn to accept it. ]

[huaaaaagh]

[w o w okay then]

I'm only asking because most people don't come to engineering unless they need something.

[It's kind of a specialized area, you don't just stumble into it. Unless you're exploring. Or a weirdo.

Or both.]

2

[theshabbiestofmen]

[The observational decks are where Remus comes most often, toting books and a cup of tea. It's soothing, staring out at all those stars-- soothing and terrifying, like peering into the deep sea. It's usually quiet there, too; not many people come up here except to work.

So he's a bit surprised when he sees someone; more surprised still when he doesn't immediately recognize the figure.]

Er-- hello?

[Oh, they've someone new. He tries and fails to be happy about that, but at least his displeasure doesn't make itself known in his expression.]

our first thread ever. babby's first thread

[reek]

[ Theon doesn't find it soothing.

It's like the sea is what Theon thinks at first as well. It's dark and deep and mysterious--but the sea has an end. You'll always find land if you don't find starvation or your own watery grave first. But this seems completely endless, like they could sail for years and reach nothing, not even the pinprick stars in the distance.

It's absolutely terrifying, but he can't make himself look away, even when approached. ]

I do not require your help.

[ What a nice greeting. ]

this day will be a holiday someday

[theshabbiestofmen]

I didn't offer it.

[Mildly said, but not without some bite. He had been about to offer it, actually, but no one needs to know that. Remus watches the other man, eyebrows raised.]

Got a name, then?

write it down in the history books

[reek]

Then you will refrain from doing so in the future.

[ His tone is cold and biting. After being visited by his probably-now-ex-best friend, his already bad mood has taken an extreme nosedive. He spares Remus a brief glance ]

I do. Theon Greyjoy.

[ Heir to Pyke and the Iron Islands, but he's already been laughed at for stating that once today. ]

I suppose you have one as well. [ Though he isn't really interested. ]

2!

[stefanged]

[Stefan doesn't usually bother people when they enter the med bay. Everyone knows that it's his space, and so when Theon enters, Stefan'll glance up from his communicator for a cursory second.

A cursory second's enough to tell him this is a new face, and since he heard that lovely chime, this has to be the new crewmate. Which is why he'll rush over when he sees that Theon's about to rummage through some cabinets.]

Hey! [as gently as he can:] Hey, it's okay. If you need some medicine, let me know. I can get whatever you need.

[implied: "Unless you're lab support, let me do my job."]

[reek]

[ Theon doesn't have much respect for other peoples' space right now. It's something he'll get over eventually, when he's adjusted to the culture shock and found where he fits in the whole scheme of things.

His nerves are raw and his mood is pitiful as he spares Stefan a steely glare, clearly not appreciating the gentle tone. He's not a child, so why should he be coddled like one? ]

Do I look as if I need medicine?

[ I mean...pseudo-medieval diseases are a thing, Theon. ]

I see no sign that does not welcome me to search as I please.

[stefanged]

[Well, it certainly looks like this guy's not much for using prescription drugs as recreation. (Stefan's honest-to-God real concern here.) He tilts his head. The chances of this guy needing medicine specifically is zero, but in general?]

Hard to say. Some illnesses are kind of invisible.

[Like asthma, bro?]

No, but this is a med bay. You're welcome to search - you just won't find anything interesting.

2. [visiting]

[kingofbadlifechoices]

[Robb had felt a little torn when he heard about Theon's arrival. One part of him could not entirely believe it that the bloody turncloak appeared here, in this world of ships. Another part of him has been busy fussing over his siblings, not wanting Theon to get even remotely close to them. And that what is left of all that has entered the SS Paisley to seek him out.

Seeing is believing. Words are just wind.

But he stops when he gazes at Theon's back. It is Theon. It cannot be anyone else but Theon. Robb swallows thickly and clenches his hands to fists.]

I had not believed them when they spoke of you. That you arrived here. [Robb takes a couple of steps closer and takes a deep breath.] I do not want you near Bran or Sansa. [It does not help that he feels torn about this. Sad to have lost Theon in such a way and angry because of the betrayal.]

If our friendship has meant anything to you, you will take those words to heart.

[reek]

[ For days, Theon has anguished over the possibility of running into Robb. He would rather face anyone or anything but Robb, and he gnashes his teeth together tightly when he hears his old friend's voice.

Of course.

He turns to greet him with a smile, but that smile doesn't reach his eyes. He can't even make himself force a laugh. There are no apologies he can possibly muster up and no excuses he can make for himself. Not now when Winterfell has likely been taken by the Boltons; not now when he knows he could have and would have killed Bran and Rickon. But he did what he did for a reason, and if he can just make Robb understand...The laugh finally comes, soft and bitter.

Robb will never understand. ]

Have you rehearsed this? You sound like an ass.

[ Another laugh, but the corners of his mouth threaten to turn downward. This isn't the conversation he wanted to be having the next time he met Robb. ]

No trouble, then. Understood. Bran and Sansa never wanted me near them to begin with.

[ His words come out stilted and forced. Theon had been there for the births of three of the Stark siblings, yet Robb was the only one who ever truly treated him as family. Somewhere along the line, all the children were taught who and what Theon really was, and that thought has always hurt. ]

And what of you? Shall I throw myself through this window so not to offend your Stark eyes?

[kingofbadlifechoices]

[Robb finds it hard to think about what Theon must feel. Would there be remorse? Would he kneel and beg for forgiveness? Apologies? A fist to the face? Would he pull a knife and press it against his throat to strengthen his claim on Winterfell? He does not know the answer. All he knows is that sending his friend back to Pyke hasn't been a good idea at all.

Maybe it is all his fault. Just another mistake he could add to his growing pile of mistakes. And, well, he did rehearsed a little. It was either that or pulling his gun and shoot him.]

That would be the last of your worries, turncloak.

[When Theon laughs the look on Robb's face just turns more angry, yet he is unsure if he should be angry at himself or the man in front of him. I have been a fool to send you to Pyke.]

I care not. [He cares a lot but that is not something Theon has to know.] But if you insist, please do. [Robb wonders if his voice sounds steady enough when he addresses the man who used to be his friend. His best friend. As close as a brother.]

[reek]

[ Remorse does weigh heavily upon Theon's shoulders. He's tried shrugging it off, but it seems like it's there to stay. What's done is done, after all. Apologies and explanations can be made for days, but Theon does not intend to beg for forgiveness that he know he'll never recieve.

You don't deserve his forgiveness. The blame is on you. It's only on you. Robb thought he was doing good by sending you home. By freeing you. ]

You care not? You wouldn't be here if that were the truth of it.

[ Again, he laughs. Laughter is the only thing that's keeping him going completely mad with guilt. ]

What should I be worried about, then? You're just as much to blame. You were the one who sent me back to Pyke. You should have known--

[ This is not his fault. ]

Did no one try to stop you? Did your lady mother not tell you to send someone else?