mopingjay

[takeabow]

Who: Nova & Friends/CR/passersby
Broadcast: None
Action: the First Breath and the Iskaulit gardens
When: Today

[ It's been days since anyone has last seen or heard from Nova, though her name is still on the ship register. Notably, Stiles' name is not. Any attempts to contact her via the comms have been hung up on or ignored. She hasn't even been out to the kitchen, let alone any of the other shared spaces on the First Breath. If a worried party were to come into her room uninvited, she wouldn't protest. Or move from staring at the wall, probably. There's evidence she's eaten, likely from packs of food squirreled away around her room, but the girl is not exactly thriving. She looks exhausted and frankly could use a shower.

At some point, she somehow makes her way over to the gardens on the Iskaulit. She craves the solace of the woods, but lacking that, this will have to do. She finds an out-of-the-way spot and sits, barefoot and in her pajamas, running the dirt through her fingers. Girl looks rough, is all. ]

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[takeabow]

I am. It's my name.

[ she tips her head back, looking at the ceiling ]

My name from home. Before I was here, I was at another place, called Aather. They took our memories away and we had to win them back in games. Before I remembered my actual name, I went by Nova.

Aather is where Stiles and I met. He kept calling me Nova, so I kept going by it. Maybe because I got caught up in pretending to be someone else.

[tallasaking]

[He rubs his beard at that, before stating quietly.]

But who are you now? Are you Nova, or are you Katniss? Are you the same woman you were in Panem that you are here?

[takeabow]

How am I supposed to answer that?

[tallasaking]

[One corner of his mouth lifted up.]

If you cannot answer it -- then you should probably think on it.

[A pause.]

Something that you could probably do more effectively with some food. And a shower.

[takeabow]

That bad, huh?

[ a... faint glimmer of humor there ]

[tallasaking]

My dear Nova ... I smelled only slightly worse after being in a dungeon for a month. Consider that.

[takeabow]

Gee, thanks.

[ she picks at some of the food he brought in. getting food in her before standing in warm water is probably a good plan ]

[tallasaking]

What are friends for?

[He bows again, smiling a little himself as she begins to eat.]

[takeabow]

[ she nibbles. it's a process ]

In the dungeon for the murders you were framed for? Or something?

[tallasaking]

Well ... yes. Although I did have some rather selfish friends involved in that.

[He rubs his chin thoughtfully.]

[takeabow]

How do you mean?

[tallasaking]

Oh, I had asked for trial by combat to prove my innocence. Nearly worked, too ... if the Hound hadn't crushed my Snakish friend. Alas, he was only there to get revenge on the Hound for killing his sister, so perhaps it would have turned out better for him if he had, say, concentrated more.

[takeabow]

...

You know I only got like half of that, right?

[tallasaking]

...

Yes the story does lose quite a bit in context. Let me sum up - when I was accused of my nephew's murder, I had no one on my side except one person who agreed to fight for me. Except he wasn't fighting for me, he was fighting to avenge the death of his sister, who just happened to be the man who was chosen to fight against me.

[takeabow]

That's how you resolve questions of guilt or innocence there?

[tallasaking]

Oh, there was a trial ... thrown together by my family to make sure they could send me off to the Wall.