three twins mingle!

[nedstarksbastard]

Who: SS Three Twins crew and visitors!
Broadcast: no?
Action: Three Twins
When: NOW NOW RIGHT NOW

[so what's all this about a nudist ship???]

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[kingofbadlifechoices]

I have not been a part of this fleet for a very long time. And, alas, space knows no horses...or lances. Just these foolish weapons called guns. [The look on his face is downright mischievous now.] But I still am the better swordsman. I will prove it the moment I will have my sword returned to me.

[Worry not, Jon, Robb suffers from leaking eyes as well and at times he uses the back of his hand to wipe his cheeks.]

Aye...and here we are amidst...space.

[He wants to ask Jon if he knows about Joffrey's death, about Tywin Lannister's death, about Sansa being at the Vale, about everything everyone knows of, except for himself. But just when he opens his mouth he closes it again.] Have they explained you what this is? That this is a...show? Meant for entertainment?

[nedstarksbastard]

Then I hope you have it returned to you soon. I'd feel terrible beating you if you've fallen out of practice.

[Implying, of course, that Jon would not feel that bad otherwise. You shits. But at the mention of this whole thing being a show, his smile falls off. You had to remind him.]

Aye, I know. [He's so sour about it.] If you were to ask me, we'd make for poor entertainment. [Tell that to HBO.]

[kingofbadlifechoices]

Have they given you a sword then? [Robb himself has left his sword outside of lord Frey’s great hall, it is not done to take a weapon to a wedding.] I have become better than I have ever was!

It is folly. [Robb shakes his head, disapproving of it all.] I do not see how this is entertaining either. Unless they want to get a laugh watching us surrounded by creatures who wear their armor underneath their skin. [Robots.] There are more urgent matters at hand.