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Who: Robb Stark & People at the Blue Fish and the Vanquish :) (and some closed logs)
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When: backdated 28th of February to the 1st of March

Action – The Blue Fish
[Anyone who wishes to drop by is welcome to do so. Robb has sent a polite message to everyone on the ship with the question if they are interested to learn to shoot with the weapons available on this ship.

He has cleaned up one of the cargo holds to create a sort of shooting range, the targets all made from scrap iron. All he truly knows of shooting ranges are those in Winterfell and Riverrun. Made for archery practice instead of shooting with these space guns. Still, Robb figures that it must do for now.

He decides to wait for a couple of hours, slowly chewing on a piece of bread. If no one should come...well, at least he tried.]

Action – SS Vanquish
open
[Robb does not like to fly these small ships and it shows in the way how it shakes and wobbles when it approaches the ship. It also shows in the way he docks the tiny ship and how he stumbles out of it. Space is something he can understand a little, weapons are also not a problem, but flying, no...Robb Stark is not made for flight.

A sigh of relief escapes his mouth when he sets foot onto the vessel, glad to feel something solid underneath his feet again.

Not every ship is the same, he knows that by now and he enters it slowly, calling out to someone who might hear him.]

closed to Hermione
[After a deep nod he smiles. He is not sure if he truly wants to learn magic. His wolf dreams are already one thing he does not wish to go into, but actual magic...it makes him feel a little uncomfortable. Yet, he does not want to decline such a kind offer. Lady Granger means no harm. She is kind and warm and the color of her hair reminds him of Jeyne.]

Let us start at the beginning. [He hopes his voice sounds neutral enough. That he is able to hide his wariness. She is not going to harm him but it is not for a king to become a sorcerer. His men would turn from him. They would whisper worse things than ‘half wolf-half boy’.] Or you can show me first. [And then he can decide to politely decline or not.]

Action – Closed to Dany
[Now his chambers aren’t the most neutral place for a conversation like this and he has been fussing over whether he should don his crown or not. Or the clothes he came with. For once he wonders if all of this has a place in space. And, of course, there is the worry that they are recording everything. They are watching his every move because, apparently in modern societies, it is something amusing and entertaining.

So without crown and without his Westerosi outfit he waits for her by the docking station, sometimes moving his fingers through his hair or touching his chin to determine he has stubble there or not.]

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I plan to.

[But he cannot. Not yet. And he is not sure if he ever will. He smiles even though guilt starts eating at him again. All he can hope for is that the Kingslayer will show some honor and that is utter folly.]

My mother has arranged something and she will be returned to us eventually. [Folly.]

Oh, that's good. [Though his manner of speech and the fact they're talking about arrangements makes her wrinkle her nose very briefly.]

Are you a noble?

I am high born, aye. [Robb nods slowly, not really wanting to mention crowns and such things. He never really has had any aspirations to become a king.] My father used to be a lord of a castle named Winterfell. [Past tense, always past tense.]

[Hmm--]

Your sister isn't Sansa, is it?

[She doesn't know many nobles on the ships, but he does sort of remind her of Sansa with his talk of magic being long long ago, if at all.]

[Robb laughs.]

Well, it is. I hope that is not a bad thing, little lady.

[She shakes her head vigorously, face lighting up.]

She's nice! I didn't know she had family here. Do you know if she ever made any dresses with the wool I sent her? Is she doing all right?

She has. I am here and her younger brother is here as well. And then there is Jon. [And normally he’d mention Theon in one breath as well, but this time he refrains from that.]
I think she is doing well. I have heard no complaints. And I will ask her after the wool, little lady. I cannot check up on her all the time.

You have lots of your family here, then. [She's a little envious. But then Katie gets over her excitement and realises that if Sansa is his sister, she's the one who's in trouble, and her face falls.]

Is that why she's not very happy? Thick walls and lots of guards.

[Robb’s smile becomes broader and he nods afterwards.] I am thankful for that, aye. [He has missed them terribly.]

No one would like to be a prisoner, is it not? [And to be beaten in front of the entire royal court. The thought of it makes Robb’s blood boil.] It is my plan to rescue her. [Eventually...]

[She shakes her head emphatically at the question.]

If we're allowed to see each other's homes when this place stops working, I bet you could get all sorts of people to help you.

[Thick walls and guards are no match for small fae children who can open doors in any surface she pleases. But Katie's wistful, picturing such dramatic rescues in her head. She might be a child, but she's pretty sure she'll never get the chance. It's nice to think about, though.]

Good luck. I suppose in the meantime, you can make her happy here instead.

Well, I have an army of twenty thousand men. Yet, I do not think I want to waste their strength against these lords of Atroma. [He'd try to capture them, though. And then he'd take their heads.] I think...most of our strength should be saved for those who wait at home. [Still, he'd use his sword when he will take their heads.]

Aye! [There's a hint of enthusiasm in his voice.] It is the least I can do for her. [And for Bran.] What kind of realm do you come from?

[Her face lights up. He has an army. Of course he does. In that case, Sansa is probably going to be just fine. ~~sob~~]

Oh! I-- come from a really distant planet! It's called Arus. [...] I'm a Princess there.

[Well, saying she comes from Bath, England is just plain boring.]

[Robb sees her face light up and he answers that with a soft smile. His army is nowhere large enough to put a dent into King Landing’s walls.]

Ah! That means I have to bow and kiss your hand, is it not, your grace?

[She has no real concept of numbers in a war. But she can dream!]

Oh! No, that's all right. [She's actually disconcerted-- she hadn't thought of that when she lied, please don't bow.] I'm only princess of a very small place. A small village, really. Our world doesn't have many people. And I like pretending I'm ordinary!

A crown is a crown. [He smiles an easy smile.] But I can understand why you rather play pretend. [A crown can be heavy and the responsibilities that come with it are great.]

So no expensive silks for you then?

[They are still walking. Slowly but definitely walking. Robb thinks she’s a sweet child and quite good company as well.]

[It's the slowest walk ever. It doesn't help that his guide is easily distractable, after all.]

No. [She grins, relieved he'll let it drop.] But silks are easy to tear and get dirty when you go climbing trees! I think wool is much better for practical princesses.

[During war Robb isn’t that patient but here he takes his time.]

Haha, you and my sister Arya would get along if she were here. [The smile on his face is sad and warm at the same time.] I take it your parents would not approve of their princess climbing trees, is it not?

[Oh, more than one sister. She files that name away for future reference.]

Terribly disapproving. But my mum says as long as I fix anything I tear while playing in the trees. And I don't really like needlework, so I'm very careful.

How old is Arya?

I advice you to wear breeches.

[Robb starts to laugh a little louder now. Gods, that sounds like everything Arya would say.]

Arya hates needlework as well. I believe...the last time I saw her she was nine years old. [It seems like ages, though.] I think she is 11 now. [Wherever she is...] Or 10.

Oh! I think we're the same age. Maybe. [She's... probably ten by now. At least.] If she ever comes here, we shall have to meet and talk about all these terrible expectations of needlework.

[In a way Robb hopes they could bring her here. Because, even though he does not like this place, his siblings are more safe here than they are in Westeros.]

I will refer her to you. Even though I cannot promise any trees to climb in. Space seems rather lacking in trees. But mayhaps one of the planets have some.

[He shakes his head.]

I do not think Arya would like a conversation about needlework. Just make it about trees.

If there are no planets with trees the world would be awfully dull.

[She gives him a small salute, just as they get to Hermione's door. Because realistically this walk can only take so long.]

I'll be sure not to mention any needlework to her! It was nice meeting you.

[Robb listens to the small girl as they wander through the hallways of the ship, smiling from time to time. Her presence makes him miss his little sister Arya. She would like it here. Just like Sansa and Bran liked it here.

When they stop in front of a door he nods deeply.]
It was nice meeting you as well, little girl. I hope the planet we visit next time has many trees for you.

[She smiles widely at that, and offers him a small curtsey.] If there is, I shall be sure to show you just how good I am!

[But she'll leave him to his visit, then, skipping back down the corridor the way they came.]

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