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[thetigress]

Who: Caterina Sforza
Broadcast: fleetwide and completely unintentional
Action: Marsiva
When: the 18th


[Hello, Drift Fleet! Don’t you love these unintentional recordings of new arrivals? No? Well, at least this one is nice to look at. Straight out of an Italian Renaissance painting, in fact.

Caterina awakens on the bunk wearing the same black and yellow gown that Cesare had had her dressed in. Her “tiger stripes,” he had said, damn him.

But she realized, as she looked about, that that was almost all that was the same. She was no longer chained or shackled. She was not caged. And this was neither the Vatican nor the Castel Sant’Angelo. Whatever else may be true of this place, that held promise. It was enough to improve her humor considerably.

As she starts to rise, she finally notices the communicator beside her. The curiosity plain on her face, she picks it up and examines it, turning it over in her hands.]

And what is this, I wonder?

[Action]

[Later, Caterina finds her way to the cafeteria. She's not expecting anything up to her normal standards, but after a siege and eating broth of boiled rat for a few weeks, she'll take what she can get. What she gets, however, is a great deal of confusion. Instead of anything remotely resembling a normal kitchen, she is greeted by a series of machines, all flashing lights and strange noises.

For a moment, she just stares. This is beyond ridiculous. It really is. But that doesn't mean that she doesn't have to deal with it, so, reluctantly, she steps forward to examine one of the food processors.]

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[kingofbadlifechoices]

[She sure looks highborn when Robb sees her talking into the communicator.]

It is called a communicator, my lady. [He says it with a calm voice. It is not new to him anymore and he slowly grows to accept its existence.] It is used...well...for communication with others.

[thetigress]

Clever. [Useful. It could have turned the game a number of times in her life. But that's beside the point.] And to whom do I speak now?

[kingofbadlifechoices]

[Robb hums and nods.] Aye, it is. It also keeps track on the coin you own. And you can send letters without needing a raven.

My name is Robb Stark, my lady. And what is yours, if I may ask?

[thetigress]

[Ravens, not pigeons. How odd. She'll have to ask about that later.]

Caterina Sfroza. [She says the name with weight, like she's accustomed to having it recognized, having mean something. Oh, she knows it won't here, but old habits are hard to break.] A pleasure.

[kingofbadlifechoices]

Well met, lady Sforza. [The smile on Robb’s face is utterly polite.] Where do you come from? [Likely not Westeros, she does not seem Westerosi at all... But at least somewhere close to what he is used to.]

[thetigress]

Rome, most recently, but my home is in Forli. I don't imagine you recognize either.

[kingofbadlifechoices]

No, I do not know of those places, I am afraid. [He shakes his head.] There are many here who come from different realms and places.

I take it they have told you about these...ships, my lady?

[thetigress]

They have told me some, yes. I think it will be quite some time before I know all I wish to.

[kingofbadlifechoices]

It is a complicated matter. Quite the opposite of what I know of... [And, judging her, it could very well be that she also only knew of castles, horses and a variety of knights and lords.]

[thetigress]

Indeed. I could say the same. I haven't decided yet if that is more intriguing or troubling.

[kingofbadlifechoices]

It depends on what you have left behind, my lady. At least, for me it does.

[Even though everything is strange and wondrous, he feels restless most of the time, thinking about the war he is fighting.]

I am sure you will find a way.

[thetigress]

[What she has left behind... What family that remains to her is loyal to her enemies. Her lands have likely been divided and redistributed by now. She left a cage- not as literal, perhaps, as the one in which she entered Rome, but a cage, nonetheless. She could live with leaving that.]

I always do.

[kingofbadlifechoices]

It was good to speak to you, my lady. If you have questions, you can put them inside the black box and they will appear to me as a written message.

[As long as those questions weren’t about the workings of these space ships because that is beyond him.]