Chocolate-flavored Dessert Cream on the House

[thespaceopera]

[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!

All new passengers from the last few Shuffles, especially those who haven't met their crews yet, are welcome to post starter-comments here to invite those living on and visiting your ship to come and interact. Newbies could be just arriving on the ship, busying around where others can find them, or you can offering multiple options for interaction--however you'd like to set up your thread is fine. Just make sure to include the name of your ship in the header, so your crewmates can easily find you!

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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[kingofbadlifechoices]

[It could very well be some sort of foolish dream. A hope Robb had while he should not have that in the first place. War twists everything and turns friends into enemies. He should have known. Things he thought that would be forever vanished as well. Of course, he knew of Theon’s position as his father’s ward, he knew where Theon came from but he never realized that there was more.

He was being a fool and a boy and he cannot stand it.

This is not something that could be mend and maybe it has been broken from the beginning. And he did not know. He never knew. A long sigh escapes his mouth and he crosses his arms.]

I have been a fool to think... [Or hope. Or anything, really. Even more than ever he feels as if he is on the losing side. Losing the war, losing all he thought he could trust. Robb finally clears his throat.] ...Aye.

[The last words Theon speaks make him feel more sad than angry. Something heavy settles in his heart. A prisoner. Has it been like that for him? All that time?]

Have you always felt a prisoner? [Robb can imagine it, though. Theon has never really been home. He has been used as a tool to keep Balon at bay. In a fact it was exactly what Theon was. The only difference is that the boy never wore any chains and that he had a soft bed with furs on top of them.]

Ah...never mind... I think I know the answer. [Robb has to force himself to look stern again while straightening his shoulders.] Mayhaps it is so...that we could never stay friends and I should... [He should stop hoping and wanting things he simply cannot have.]

We were meant to become enemies eventually.