Jilly Coppercorn (
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driftfleet2016-02-07 06:03 pm
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The Way to a Blue Fish's Heart...
Who: Blue Fish crew and visitors
Broadcast: Maybe some accidental, but not overall
Action: The Blue Fish kitchen
When: All Day, Feb. 7
[It had been a rough month for a lot of the Blue Fish crew. From blenders to family members and lost friends and blocked credits, they'd been soldiering on through a lot. And while Jilly was new enough to have skirted by most of the drama, she was keenly aware of the underlying stress of her crewmates. She wants to help.
Sometimes, though, words aren't enough...and so she sets about taking advantage of her augment to the best of her ability. For the past month she's been collecting recipes from the datary and experimenting with the supplies provided by the Atroma. And, in the days leading up to the 7th, she quietly recruits Beverly for a pair of extra hands with some Station grocery shopping and behind-the-scenes planning.
It's not announced, but on such a small ship it's hard to miss that something is going on that day. Forgoing her usual trip to the Station for job hunting and people watching, Jilly gets up extra early and sets the kitchen in motion. Recipes are taped up on the cabinets, ingredients are gathered, and so begins a marathon of food.]

[Between the combined forces of Jilly and Beverly, the two "cooks" for the Blue Fish will be setting out food all day as a bit of a much needed holiday for their crew (and any visitors who stop by). Volunteer as a taste-tester, grab food on the run, help clean dishes between baking bouts, or simply sit and relax with your crew mates. Food therapy is a go.]
Broadcast: Maybe some accidental, but not overall
Action: The Blue Fish kitchen
When: All Day, Feb. 7
[It had been a rough month for a lot of the Blue Fish crew. From blenders to family members and lost friends and blocked credits, they'd been soldiering on through a lot. And while Jilly was new enough to have skirted by most of the drama, she was keenly aware of the underlying stress of her crewmates. She wants to help.
Sometimes, though, words aren't enough...and so she sets about taking advantage of her augment to the best of her ability. For the past month she's been collecting recipes from the datary and experimenting with the supplies provided by the Atroma. And, in the days leading up to the 7th, she quietly recruits Beverly for a pair of extra hands with some Station grocery shopping and behind-the-scenes planning.
It's not announced, but on such a small ship it's hard to miss that something is going on that day. Forgoing her usual trip to the Station for job hunting and people watching, Jilly gets up extra early and sets the kitchen in motion. Recipes are taped up on the cabinets, ingredients are gathered, and so begins a marathon of food.]

[Between the combined forces of Jilly and Beverly, the two "cooks" for the Blue Fish will be setting out food all day as a bit of a much needed holiday for their crew (and any visitors who stop by). Volunteer as a taste-tester, grab food on the run, help clean dishes between baking bouts, or simply sit and relax with your crew mates. Food therapy is a go.]
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[Not said with judgment, but full understanding. Riona knows all too well the value and safety of secrets. She will not push the matter if Sansa does not want to reveal it.]
I am glad to hear that. It sounds like they were an awful lot. The crown should help and be a source of refuge for its people, not fear. [Hardness lines her words, hands gripped tightly on her plate.] I'm so sorry you had to go through whatever you did with them.
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That takes a lot of courage - and some would say gall - to do that. My hopes to his success. I don't envy Robb's position; I've had to do something similar to that.
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instead: ] What did you do?
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[It still leaves a foul taste in her mouth just thinking about it.] Loghain was paranoid, focusing on enemies that no longer existed instead of the real threat. Ferelden would have become a wasteland if we let him continue to rule. Not to mention the Fereldan nobility really did not take well to him being regent. In the end, we managed to overthrow him and install the rightful heir to the throne.
[The man she had fallen in love with, as luck had it.]
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[ hopeful, beyond her best judgement. ]
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As happy as something like that could end. [Loghain's daughter, the former queen, would argue otherwise.] Loghain had to be killed, and Ferelden's troubles weren't over even with his death. We still had an invasion to stop. [Which could only be done by slaughtering a very lovely creature called the Archdemon.] Fortunately we succeeded. The kingdom still stands, if not a bit battered and worse for wear.
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Yes. New hands, but capable ones, once they have more experience. And those hands will have plenty of help in the meantime.
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What of you? I understand your situation wasn't ideal, but I imagine there are those you still miss that are not here?
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I am sorry to hear that. Not that you have reunited, of course, but that it took being kidnapped and dragged into space for it to happen. Have you been separated for long?
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[ but then again that's a tricky answer. because when, exactly, did the war start? in theory, it started long before her father's head rolled. ]
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...
Oh. Oh, that doesn't bode well.]
Was your sister a ward with you, under the Crown?
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[ or whether she still lives at all. ]
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[ and so it's clear sansa considers herself a woman. ]
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[So many questions, but maybe for another day. Riona understands subjects that are not easily spoken about.]
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[Wouldn't that be something? People who have nothing to go back to in their worlds can just... go elsewhere.]
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