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Who: Sansa Stark and YOU.
Broadcast: Fleetwide video.
Action: Come find her on the Blue Fish!
When: Today!

[ the first time nyssa al ghul misses their weekly appointment, sansa chalks it up to circumstance. something came up; she must be a busy woman, and cannot be in all places at all times. but then a second week goes by with no notice, and when sansa attempts to reach her on nyssa's frequency, all she gets is static. then, dead air.

it takes her a few days to talk herself into addressing the fleet at large, but reasons that should anything have happened to her friend -- well, someone ought to know. so a solemn-faced young woman with copper roots showing flickers onto the communications devices. ]

Nyssa al Ghul hasn't answered any messages -- not for some time, I don't think. [ she swallows. her mouth feels dry. like she can guess the reason already, but refuses to believe it. her words are suffused with worry and sadness. ] I-is she well? Has something happened to her? It might be the crew of the Red Fish have some knowledge of where she is. Please, has anyone spoken to her of late? Seen her?

[ today, she wears the gold bracelets and the intricate hair-pins nyssa once gifted to her. sansa tries to persuade herself she's not wearing them in memory of a lost friend. ]

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[ just off-screen, sansa traces her fingertip across a golden bracelet. ]

Can I...can I ask what you were learning from her?

Uh, yeah, sure. Just hang on a moment.

[Octavia leaves the line of sight for the camera, coming back a couple moments later holding this in her hands.]

She gave me this for the holidays and was training me in its proper use.

[ warfare. sansa had learned, of course, that nyssa's had a dab hand for such arts. although she could never understand the appeal. ]

Are you a warrior as well?

Yeah, I am. [The scimitar is set to the side off screen.]

We also talked. About books and history and myths. [Another smile.] She shared some dessert with me-- stuff she got from the Fleet that's from her home region.

Baklava! [ oh, she sounds almost excited. but then her mood settles and she reins in what might seem like an outburst. she appears apologetic. ] We ate it whenever she visited. Once a week, until -- until now.

[ ... ] I'm sorry.

[ for whoever this young woman is, she has lost someone as well. ]

[Her exclamation elicits a laugh from Octavia, who's appearing happy as well.]

Yeah, that was it. [Sansa's apology gets a shake of her head.] No reason to apologize. I think she'd want to see you happy instead of mourning the fact she's left.

That stuff was good, too. I only had it that once, but I'm glad she shared.

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It's delicious. [ and a new close second to lemon cakes when it comes to naming her favourite sweets. ] If I only knew how it was made, I'd give the recipe to our cook.

[ -- she'd never think of making it herself. sansa is a proper lady. she does not work in a kitchen. ]

It really is. [She nods, smile still right there.] Ugh, yes. I'd be worried about wasting ingredients if I tried myself.

[Making stew and crude meat dishes is one thing, but a recipe of that sort was an undertaking of a whole different level.]

Maybe we can find something similar on the station. Recipe or food itself.

-- Have you been there? To the station?

[ sansa hasn't stepped much further than the hangar bay. at least, not while alone. she ventured further (once) with company so she might purchase more dresses. but beyond that, she hasn't dared. ]

Of course. [It still hasn't hit her, what type of girl Sansa is. Polite and proper is one thing, but any further is so far off from Octavia's own experiences, it's not something that even crosses her mind.]

It's the busiest place I've seen since I arrived, why would I sit back here if I could help it?

It's loud, [ she counters. ] And likely dangerous.

Any place with a lot of people is probably gonna be loud.

[A quizzical look spreads across her face.]

Yeah, and so is every place I've been so far on this trip. It might be less dangerous in some areas. Just don't go to those alone if you can help it.

I think -- [ she inhales. ] I think I'll wait for an opportunity to go escorted. I don't care to go alone to any of its areas.

[ she rarely leaves her ship. ]

[There's a pause before Octavia nods. She doesn't really get it herself, but different worlds are a thing she needs to take into account.]

Just don't miss out. There are some areas with real trees and grass. And hey, if you need someone, just send me a message if you feel comfortable with that.

[ well, she is a pupil of nyssa's... ]

That's -- that's so kind of you. To offer. A-are you certain?

[Octavia laughs, shaking her head.] Yeah. I don't make offers I plan to back out of, but like I said, only if you're comfortable with it.

-- Mayhaps you might come for tea, first. [ as nyssa did. ] Do you like tea, my lady?

I've only it had it a couple times, and never at home. It's probably too soon to say, but sure. I'd like that.

[Her brow creases somewhat, at the manner of being addressed.]

Just Octavia, please.

[ -- the familiarity practiced by these people will never cease to confound her. gently: ] You're certain about this, as well?

[ she doesn't want to cause offense. ]

Very. [Her own pause takes place now, and her expression softens.]

If it's not uncomfortable for you.

[ oh.

somehow, the addition of such a caveat calms her. makes her a little more likely to be bold. sansa nods. ] Customs are so odd, here. But -- Octavia. That is such a beautiful name.

[There's an amused hum.]

Thanks. My brother named me. [That actually gets her to the next question.] What's yours?

Sansa. [ and then she tests her pride: ] of House Stark.

It's nice to meet you. [Octavia's smile is sincere, it is nice to meet her, and not only because she was friends with Nyssa as well.]

Yeah, so just let me know when a good time for tea is, okay? I'm looking forward to it.

Soon. [ ... ] I promise.

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