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driftfleet2016-02-06 03:16 pm
steeledskin) wrote in driftfleet2016-02-06 03:16 pm
» 3rd lemoncake
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. ]
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. ]
[private]
It's good to remember that, when people come and go.
[private]
[ what a raw admission. she doesn't like it. ]
[private]
It doesn't matter how they go, just that they're suddenly not there.
[He says it softly.]
And I can tell you for a fact — no matter how many times it's already happened, it'll hurt all the same.
[private]
[private]
[He smiles thinly. Maybe it's a false hunch, but he works on a career of many hunches; her safeguarded way about her makes him think she knows plenty without him saying otherwise and looking like a bullshitter.]
[private]
[ she barely believes him now. and yet -- here she is, entrusting some measure of her perspective to him. ]
[private]
Exactly.
Take care of yourself, Sansa. You've got a lot of people here who'll take to you about — just about anything. Or just be there if you need the company.