March Mingle Madness (aka SURPRISE it's another mingle)

[bryces_pup]

Who: Crew members and visitors of the SS Blue Fish
Broadcast: nope
Action: On the Blue Fish, naturally.
When: Throughout March!

[Another month, another mingle. Once again, any visitors on the ship should bear in mind that there are locks installed all over the ship, so someone on board's gotta let you in. Or you can just stand there. And stare. And hope someone takes pity on you.]

Comments

[steeledskin]

[ -- it's a good reason. a good excuse. but she is slow to trust anything down in the pit of her heart, and another look at him sets off alarms. waves flags. he doesn't look like the sort of man you should invite into anywhere, and didn't they all have locks on their doors for reasons? sansa understands that he could be lying to her.

so she tries to deflect. she tries to pretend like she doesn't doubt him, because displaying such a hunch would surely put her in danger. ]

Have you tried calling her? It seems a better means to find her than waiting outside her door.

[theroadwarrior]

I don't... call people.

[Wow, that's so helpful. But he rubs the back of his neck and doesn't budge, looking anywhere but at the girl. Her hair is bright, like Capable's. Not quite so blood-soaked, but a fire burning. He rubs his swollen jaw, which is scruffy with a curling little beard. He smells strongly of oils from a machine.]

No good at it. Better to just deliver this in person.

[steeledskin]

[ it raises yet another flag. why should anyone ever profess to not call people. admittedly, the devices are strange. perhaps even a bit hellish. but sansa has come to value the distance they provide. ]

I -- I can't let you in.

[theroadwarrior]

[He looks mildly surprised — only mildly. He's never outright surprised when someone tells him no. It's a pretty common response, but his mind is quick to figure out just why the girl is so hesitant. Ahhhh. Considering she's Cheedo's age, considering she's a girl near a strange man, she's being utterly cautious. And he's sitting in her way.]

... Hnn. You're nervous around strangers. Smart.

[He doesn't get up, but he slides himself to the side, until he's as far from the door as he can be.]

S'fine.

I'll, hm. Wait. Owe someone an... apology.

[steeledskin]

[ thank the seven, he moved. such distance allows sansa just enough room to (slowly) approach the door, but she makes no rush of it. being polite means being poised, and to break into a panicked run (even in front of a strange man) would be gravely rude.

although it does terrify her that he should condone her wariness. ]

An apology, ser?

[ she doubts he's a knight, but maybe the courtesy will tide them over through this interaction. ]

[theroadwarrior]

[He nods, eyes closed for a moment as he does so in his contemplation.]

Acted up, um. When she was helping me with my tooth.

Deserves an apology for it.

[He rubs his cheek, which is clearly a bit swollen.]

Wanted to, mm. Pay her.

[The other hand moves to touch the small bag next to him.]

[steeledskin]

With money?

[ of course with money, you stupid girl. but it's an interesting proposition. she wonders just how egregiously the man must have 'acted up' to deserve punishment like this. and who's making him do it, she wonders? ]

[theroadwarrior]

[If he thinks it's a stupid question, he doesn't seem to mind.

Granted, it's not to him -- there's no money at home. And always ways to pay.]

Yeah. Money.

Don't have much else to offer.

[steeledskin]

[ oh, the question almost burns her tongue. she waits by the door, and dares to ask: ] Ser. Is Doctor Beverley also the person to whom you wish to apologize?

[theroadwarrior]

[He sighs through his nose, glancing to the side.]

Mmn.

[A confirmation. A quiet, reluctant one.]