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[kingofbadlifechoices]

Who: Robb Stark & others
Broadcast: yes
Action: also!
When: Between the 29th of May and the 1st of June

[text; open to all]
I wish to know who have been informed about the matters that will occur at the Twins.

You have my thanks.

Signed
Robb Stark


[Blue Fish]
[Robb Stark has been quiet after he has gotten the news from his siblings. Not that he forgot about his duties as head of security, not at all. He just gets up when people are still asleep and he returns when they are awake. The weapons inside the weaponry are always cleaned and so is the floor.

At night he sometimes sneaks out to get a bottle of soda out of the cold box, just so he could drink it until he had to piss and until his tongue would feel numb from all the tingles. Still, Robb is in no way a master in sneaking around. Eventually he will bump into a crewmate and eventually he should have conversations and eventually he would get questions...

Still, most of the time Robb is inside his room, not in a mood to be surrounded by people. Of course, he is sure he finally snaps out of it, like he also managed to stop sobbing over his father’s death to make plans to bring justice to those who caused it. He is also quite positive that he will finally manage to take action. To send letters to those who matter, to pick up his lady mother and throw her out of the window for the sake of her surviving a plunge into the Trident. Mayhaps he could thrust a knife through lord Frey’s twisted heart as some sort of revenge for such a vile scheme.

But for now he likes to spend most of his hours alone.]



[When Robb finds Theon he does not wait until the other would start his idiotic remarks. He approaches him fast with a grim expression on his face. Before Theon can speak Robb takes hold of his collar and shoves him against the wall of the ship.]

Do you wish to be forgiven for your treason, turncloak?

[He hisses the words as he speaks, looking Theon straight in the eyes.
Gods, he hopes the other says yes. And he hopes even more that he can trust him with this. Theon and trust barely go together in one sentence.]



[When he arrives he is rather quiet and he looks quite tired. His hair is a bit more messy than it usual is and it shows that he hasn’t slept well. In his hands he holds a couple of letters, carefully folded and sealed with wax from a candle. Above the seal he has scribbled the weapon of his house.]

Lady Granger... [He rolls his shoulders a little before he points the letters out to her.] ...I need you to...send these to Westeros. With...a spell. The way you explained me earlier. They need to be sent to different places.

[After those words he unfolds the piece of paper that is not a letter. He has drawn a map of Westeros onto it.]

I do not wish to hear about the impossibilities of it all. Unless it will not harm you I want to try. It is of great importance that we try. At the least.

[He would like it that his goodfamily would know of the disgusting pact lord Frey has made with Bolton. And his lady wife needs to be safe as well. And the rest of the North.]

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[brainiest]

[ As soon as she hears the title - lady Granger, not just Hermione - she knows that it's something important and she's pushing herself away from her desk and her work to step up and look at Robb. The Direwolf around her neck is still present and her hand touches it, dancing under the ring and the dogtags that hang there, but she breathes out a noise as she makes her way up to step closer, to listen without judgement. ]

Oh. [ She takes the letters, the maps, and she knows in her heart that it might not be possible. There might be no way for her ever to take these letters to Westeros, to take these to Robb's home and pass them on to the people that he has thought so hard about. Her eyes glance up to look at him but she manages a smile, lifting her head and nodding once. ]

I'll do everything I can, Robb. I promise, I won't - I won't just not try. There'll be a way, I'm sure of it.

[ Even if she keeps hold of them and carts them back to the Drabwurld, finds one of the people she knows is from his realm and takes them back with her, using the power of the shards and the Gem - she had visited other people's worlds before. She could find Robb's, and deliver these things. ]

I'll do it.

[kingofbadlifechoices]

[Robb also realizes that this might not work. But it is all he has. He can feel his heart pounding inside his chest and he cannot wipe the frown off his face either.

While she takes his letters and talks to him the words do not get through to him entirely. It sounds as if she is far away, down a hallway or something.]

Most are for Riverrun. Send them separated. The ones addressed to the Dreadfort and Harrenhal last.[Robb moves to walk next to her, pointing at the map.] I hope so. This is all I have.

[All he can do, really.]

[brainiest]

I'll do my best, I promise. Don't worry, Robb.

[ Her hands are brushing along the paper and she takes them, moving to put them on her desk before she reaches up. Careful, palms flat against his cheeks, Hermione shakes her head and makes to draw Robb closer, soft and gentle in the movement she makes towards him. ]

I think you need to come in and sit down, okay? Just have a moment or two to rest. You look like you're about to fall asleep on your feet.

[ But also Hermione is worried about what his sudden urgency means, and her heart feels like it's in her throat. ]

[kingofbadlifechoices]

[But Robb is worrying a lot. He frowns constantly and he keeps fussing with the letters. His head feels a little full and all he has is so little.] I will not blame you if it will not work. [The words sound hurried as he speaks them and when she puts her hands on his cheeks he startles a little, eyes growing large.]

I have many things to do. Arrangements. [He has to save so many people and he has no idea how to do it properly.] I will sleep when it is time to sleep. [Slowly he reaches upwards and takes a hold of her wrists.] I appreciate your worry.

[His eyes flicker from her face to the letters again.]

Must I mark them on the map?

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[tallasaking]

[Oh well fuck. Tyrion sighs and rubs his face, before he composes a short text.]

I knew. But I assume you already knew that yourself.

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[kingofbadlifechoices]

I did not. But I do now.

[The second message comes a little later.]

Do you know much of it?

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[tallasaking]

Considering it was my father who arranged it?

Yes I do.

Do you honestly want all the gory details, Robb Stark?

[It was called the Red Wedding, by the Seven.]

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[bryces_pup]

[Riona knows when someone is trying to avoid others. Maker knows she's done enough of that herself lately. And for a time, she decides to leave Robb be. To go up to him and try to talk would feel hypocritical at best.

But eventually her worry wins out. Hypocrite or not, she would rather risk being one than let a friend go on who could possibly need someone to talk to.

She finds him during one of his kitchen excursions. Sleep eludes her half the time so she had come to get a drink as well. But this is not an opportunity she'll pass up.]

Ah ha. I have been blessed with the fortune of spotting the elusive Robb Stark.

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[kingofbadlifechoices]

[When Riona comes in he is gazing into the fridge, slightly mesmerised by the way it lights up when you open the door. How inventive.

Still he does hear Riona's voice.]

I believe you have. [He nods shortly before he takes a step back.] I do not know if that makes you fortunate, through.

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[bryces_pup]

Is being in your company suddenly a terrible thing? I did not hear about this particular turn of events.

[Her bare feet gingerly touch the cold metallic floor as she crosses the kitchen. She opens one of the cabinets to grab a cup.]

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[partialities]

Your Grace.

What a thing to ask of.

I know little, myself but I must ask

Are you certain you wish to know of it all?

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[kingofbadlifechoices]

Has it been that gruesome, my lady?

[It probably is and he thanks the gods that lady Margaery cannot see him wince behind his communicator. But maybe he needs to know every bit of it. Maybe he should approach this as if it were a battle. Take the others unawares. He knows and they do not know that he knows.

Any commander would see that as an advantage.]

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[partialities]

I do not know, your Grace. None has told me but the entire matter - any treason unforgivable. Any such acts are surely against the gods, any gods, old or new.

Why would you torment yourself with such questions?

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[moonofmylife]

I was informed of what happened, Lord Stark. I am sorry for what was done to you.

[She won't explain how - that it was Tyrion, her closest counsel at present beyond those who serve as her crewmates aboard the Caprine. She won't tell him how much she knows or the fact that she had seen hints of what was to come, when she'd been held in the House of the Undying. The memory of the lord sitting at the feast with the head of a wolf and the body of a man gave her chills. Knowing what she knows now, it reminded her of him and it made her physically ill.]

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[kingofbadlifechoices]

Who informed you, my lady?

[They know of it all the way in Essos? He finds that hard to believe. Just like the queen and the dragons is nothing more than a rumor from the mouths of fishermen, his death must be something like that as well.]

I do not believe they know of it all the way in Essos.

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[moonofmylife]

I was informed when I had long since arrived to the Fleet but I knew there were to be casualties in the war. Even in Essos they know of the War of Five Kings, just as surely your people have heard the tales of my dragons - as believable as they are or not.

[Ser Barristan had made sure she knew how good the people of House Stark were - that what had been done to Ned Stark had been monstrous. She hadn't wanted to believe so when she'd first spoken to Robb, but knowing what she knows now, she feels a sadness for him and his kin. Sansa was just a girl and Robb was about the same age as Daenerys. Neither he nor Dany should have been old enough to be Kings or Queens and yet here they stood.

Part of her wishes Tyrion had spared her the answer to her inquiries of the Starks and that of the other Houses involved. She'd wanted to know the Lannister's crimes. Now that she knew them, she felt sadness that they could so easily decimate what was once seven united kingdoms - save for the Dornish who aligned themselves in name alone and the Grayjoys who refused to bow to no one, as Theon was quick to tell her.]

I am sorry.

[She doesn't know how else to explain herself. She doesn't want him to think she pities him nor that she legitimately cares for him either. Truly, she doesn't. He brings out an uglier side that she kept in check as often as she could. It reminded her that she was a girl, before she was a Queen. She tried her best to be the latter at all times, composed and calculated in every decision she made.]

[reek]

[ Theon is surprised when it's Robb who seeks him out, but less surprised by the violence that follows. Smirking, he opens his mouth, jape at the ready, but he isn't given the opportunity to speak it. Robb's words shock him into immediate silence. The question is unexpected, and it takes all of Theon's self control not to immediately jump to yes.

He does wish to be forgiven. He's desperate for it, but he's wary. What's changed Robb's mind? Is this just a cruel jape? ]

What will you have me do?

[kingofbadlifechoices]

Yes or no.

[Robb keeps Theon pressed against the wall as he says that, fingers tightening in the collar of his shirt all up to the point that his knuckles turn white.]

I do not wish to repeat those words again.

[reek]

[ Theon's eyebrows knit together as he searches Robb's face, wondering if there's a right or wrong answer to his question. He's always trusted Robb, but this offer of forgiveness is so unexpected, Theon isn't certain if he can trust it or not. ]

Yes. [ He isn't smiling now. It's probably for the best. ] I wish to be forgiven.

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[goldenglasses]

I have not and if you mean the Three Twins I'd really like to know.

[He had been spending nearly all of his time exploring the terraformers recently. Did he miss a note on the fridge back on the ship?]

Don't suppose it's a fun party, is it?

[kingofbadlifechoices]

No, I do not mean the ship. I refer to lord Frey's castles. The Twins.

No, it is not.

[It is called the Red Wedding. There is nothing fun about that.]

[goldenglasses]

[If Vash knew, he'd feel absolutely terrible about his hopeful guess. He just feels like things have been a bit depressing lately and would have liked to hear someone was planning a party.]

Oh. Sorry, I haven't even heard of that place. I thought maybe you and John were planning something on the ship.

[As Vash has caught on that John is close to the Starks he had seen around the fleet so he just assumed that was what was going on.]

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[dancingmd]

[Robb is not the only one to be awake at odd hours of the night on the Blue Fish. While Beverly's schedule is usually very consistent - an early riser, still after all this time functioning on the Alpha shift schedule of the Enterprise - there are those nights where the dreams wake her again. When that happens, she often finds her way to the kitchen, to tea, which is a source of comfort to her, a reminder of home.

This particular night, however, there's Robb, nursing his own drink. She smiles gently in greeting.]

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[kingofbadlifechoices]

[When she enters Robb busies himself with eying the pantries as he holds on to a large glass of soda. When she smiles he nods deeply, acknowledging her presence.

He does not particularly feel like talking. And, actually, he wants to go to his chamber as soon as possible.]

If you will excuse me, my lady. I was on my way to my chamber.

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[dancingmd]

Oh, you don't have to leave on my account.

[Pause.]

I could use the company, actually.

[And it's true: she doesn't particularly want to be alone with her thoughts right now. She had been planning to call Daneel, but she likes Robb too, and hasn't seen much of him lately.]