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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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[Riona saw the post earlier, and her heart went out to her crewmate. Hopefully her friend had just fallen out of contact, or perhaps fell ill. Anything but the suspicion that roiled in her gut.

She waits awhile before she comes to check on her. While they're not particularly close or anything, they are crewmates and Riona worries. It takes a minute before she locates Sansa. When she does, she knocks gently on the doorframe.]

Have you heard anything about your friend?

[ it's only been within the last week or so that sansa has begun to leave the door leading to her 'office' open. she doesn't really understand why she has an office, or how it should be used. but she finds it easier to sit in this room with an open door than in her own quarters. so here is where riona finds her -- sitting alone behind her desk and organizing coloured thread.

when she glances up, her eyes are red-rimmed. ]

I'm afraid not. By all accounts, she has left this fleet.

[Yeah, it sucks. Octavia addresses the broadcast, a sympathetic look on her own face.]

She's left the Fleet, I'm sorry. [She pauses.] You were a friend of hers, too?

[ it takes her a handful of heartbeats to answer. and when she does, her voice is small and crumpled. ] She is -- she was kind to me, my lady. So kind.

[Riona's heart sinks at the news. She's not entirely surprised at the news, but it's still awful to hear. And clearly it's hit Sansa rather hard.]

Oh, Sansa. I am so sorry.

[For a moment she's at a loss as to what to do. She only spoke with Nyssa once, and she's never gone through this herself, so she has no insight she can offer.]

Is there anything I can do? I can make you some tea, if you drink it.

[When all else fails, try tea.]

[ silently, she acknowledges how this experience will prime her for the pain that follows. some day, her kin will leave as well. it will hurt a hundredfold more. so she breathes in this hurt and makes it a part of herself. absorbs it. ]

Tea would be lovely. [ she nods. ] But let me join you in the kitchens while it's made.

[The 'my lady' catches her a little off guard, but she ignores it.]

She is a kind person at heart. [There's what Octavia hopes is a comforting smile.] Nyssa was teaching me, and I learned a lot from her. It kinda sucks I never got to repay her.

[ 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.

Of course. [She steps back and waits for Sansa to join her, rather than just plodding off straight to the kitchen without her.] You can tell me how you like your tea that way. That and perhaps supervise me. I haven't quite yet mastered making tea with the ... machines they have in the kitchen. [She smiles sardonically at herself, hoping to lighten the mood just a touch. Though there is truth to her words; she hasn't been in the fleet even a month, so she's still getting used to a lot, including the modernized kitchen.]

[ 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?

[ she moves with utter care. sansa first pushes back her chair, and then stands. she uses the heels of her palms to brush any creases out of her skirts. however frightening the station has been, it's at least allowed her to diversify her wardrobe. she needn't boomerang between gaudy overalls and her single dress. now, she has a full complement of gowns suitably for everyday wear.

she unhooks her shawl from the chair's back and wraps it around her shoulders before joining riona by the doorway. ]

We have lemon. Not real lemon -- but something quite like it. Do you like lemon in your tea?

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. ]

[Knowing you'll never see someone again, regardless of the way you lost them, never hurts any less. So Steve's expression flickers once - grimly - and then settles into something neutral. He's skimmed the rest of the messages, enough to confirm the sorry truth, and so--]

I'm sorry for your loss.

[It's a platitude, but a genuine one. He'll miss her too.]

[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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[ he isn't the first strange to reach out but -- but he's a strong-looking man. and sansa first attempts to decode the sincerity in his reply.

still guarded, she asks: ] Do you know her? Are you friends?

[ -- she cannot wrap her tongue around the past tense. ]

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. ]

[She's young, and cautious. He reacts to that unselfconsciously, ducks his head and hunches his shoulders slightly. Trying to seem smaller than he is. It's an old instinct, but he's never quite shed the skin of it.]

I'm Steve Rogers. And yes, we are. I met her during the Calibrations a while back.

[ his answer goes some way to putting her at ease -- although you'd never know it by the look of her. schooled expression and cool eyes. deep blue, but they might as well be frosty. ]

Sansa. [ she offers -- offering only the bare minimum. ] Sansa Stark.

[The surname gets... a moment's pause, but there's too much disparity between the way she's speaking and the world he's hailed from, so-- probably no relation to the Stark he knows. Instead, she gets a nod.]

Miss Stark. It's nice to meet you.

[ she swallows her protest. lady stark -- for a 'miss' is more common, she reasons. but that's a logic that hasn't been welcome within the fleet, and sansa knows nothing if she does not know how to hold her tongue in the face of rebuke.

instead: ] Thank you. I met Nyssa at the same time, I believe. Those -- places of the mind. All that confusion was beginning just as I joined this fleet.

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.

[It's quite a lovely dress, and Riona takes a moment to admire it as Sansa gets up and composes her appearance. Riona's stuck with two outfits currently, as Sansa was, as she directed her coin either towards the food fund or towards getting a weapon. As much as she'd love new outfits, she prioritizes safety over fashion. Who knows when Zuko's sister may strike?

When Sansa joins her, Riona steps to the side to make room so they can walk down the hallway side by side.]

I do! Lemon and honey is my favorite, but I enjoy each separately as well. [She sighs a little wistfully as she walks down the hallway towards the galley.] It's been too long since I've had them. I don't suppose we have honey, do we?

I got in around the same time.

[He offers that a bit awkwardly. Steve and casual conversation go together about like peanut-butter and bleach, but there's no reason not to try. Nyssa was - is, he's sure - a good judge of character.]

Wasn't easy, but it looks like you've done all right for yourself.

[He says that gently, the tiniest shift in his inflection to make it almost a question after her welfare. She's so damn young, but kids can and do often resent the care.]

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