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[aliased]

Who: Arya Stark
Broadcast: Shipwide
Action: Hospitality Deck
When: A day after she arrived.


The North Remembers.

[ the message is short but that's for a reason. she doesn't know if this place is safe and after exploring it, she wants to know if there's anyone out there.]

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[passingthrough]

If this is a haiku you're missing some lines.

[aliased]

what's that

[reek]

[ Another day, another Stark. Better be a lil shit to forget about his own pain. ]

And yet forgets a great many things all the same.

[aliased]

like what? who is this?

[bryces_pup]

[Well this is several kinds of odd... until she thinks on it. 'The North'. She wonders...]

are you by chance from Westeros?

[aliased]

[ !!! ]

what do you know of westeros?

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[spontaneouscombustion]

The North remembers... what?

[aliased]

everything.

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[steeledskin]

And the North is remembered in turn.

[ this response has more style than substance. more flare, it would seem, than deeper meaning. whoever wrote the initial three words has piqued her interest; she wants to draw out some further piece of information. ]

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[aliased]

how do you remember it?

[ finally a good answer.]

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[residu]

[ He might not be checking his communicator (because he's still trying to deal with the holy hell, space part of this thing...but Jihwan's there in person at least? So there's a chance between his vomiting and subsequently needing air that he'll run into her on the hospitality deck, pinching the bridge of his nose until he catches sight of her.

Why is there a kid here. ]

[aliased]

[ she wishes she had needle with her now. she doesn't like going without it. and when she sees a strange person, she ducks away around a corner, moving away from the stranger to watch him.]

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[tallasaking]

[Huh.]

Is Winter still coming, Wolf?

[aliased]

you don't know if i'm a wolf.

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[universal_charm]

Well that sounds ominous, doesn't it?

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[aliased]

it's meant to. the north doesn't forget.

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[resnipstance]

[Ahsoka is still aged down, and she doesn't have any patience for this old-fashioned typing business. Hope you don't mind aliens, Arya. Even if they are similarly-aged teenage girls.]

Remembers what?

Which north? This is the most cryptic message I ever heard!

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[aliased]

everything. they remember everything.

[ if you don't know what it means, you're not part of the club!]

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[nedstarksbastard]

[The North Remembers.

Something squeezes Jon's lungs tight, and he can't breathe all of a sudden.]

you're from Westeros. [A statement, not a question. Of course they are. And of the North as well, and Jon is trying so hard not to get his hopes up. Anyone could have sent this message, it doesn't mean it's who he thinks it is.

But oh, he hopes so.]

[aliased]

yes.

[ another westerosi. another person that might be robb. (she has no idea that jon is here or she'd be hoping for him).]

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[kingofbadlifechoices]

[Robb finds himself staring at the message for a long time before he answers it.]

You have the right of that.

[Followed by a second message.]

You live there?

[He notices how his heart is beating fast all of a sudden. This isn't Jon, Sansa or Bran. They cannot be on the Marsiva.]

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[aliased]

i used to.

[ so verbose.]

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[summerschild]

[The words put a chill down Bran's back, but a pinch of hope in his heart. He's been here a year - half of it alone - and he doesn't have the patience for tiptoeing behind formal text, like his siblings. The voice setting switches on, and at first the only sound is the squeak of a wheel.

Then, a small voice - ]

Who am I speaking to?

[voice]

[aliased]

[ that voice. she knows it. she's pretty sure. she switches to voice too.]

I live in the North.

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[partialities]

As it should.

Have you found your pack yet? There are many northerners here.

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[aliased]

i found my brothers and sister.

[moonofmylife]

[The only 'North' she can think of is the multitude of Starks residing among the fleet, so she takes a bite. She has no idea if she has the right of it or not, but she can gather the sentiment.]

As it should. To forget would mean to forgive what was done.

[And she didn't forget or forgive any Lannister, save for Tyrion. She had come to trust his counsel.]

[aliased]

I'll never forgive.