three twins mingle post whoop

[nedstarksbastard]

Who: the crew of the Three Twins and whoever might decide to visit them!
Broadcast: N/A
Action: SS Three Twins
When: Just after this latest Shuffle.

[good news, folks: your engineer's not floating anymore!]

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arya stark - open to all

[aliased]

[ the moment she can get off that stupid ship, she does, she makes her way to the shuttle and gets on, somehow instinctively knowing that's what she needs to do to get to the ship she's been assigned, the ship she knew jon was on too. she'd find the others once she found him.

armed with just about nothing, she steps onto the ship and looks around, hopeful. if she sees anyone she knows, she'll run to them, but for now, she needs to figure out how to find her family.]

[goldenglasses]

[Oh, hey! Tiny new person wandering around the ship. Vash puts on his friendliest smile with a hand up for a wave. Glad the holster on his hip is empty for the moment.]

Well, hello there! My name's Vash. Nice to meet you.

[aliased]

[ arya is still suspicious of anyone she meets but she tries to be polite, keeping her distance from the stranger with lannister colored hair.]

We haven't met.

[goldenglasses]

[And his hair laughs at gravity by standing upright. Thank you styling products.]

Oh yes, how rude of me! My name is Vash and I'm the pilot of this ship. It's very nice to meet you, Miss...?

[nedstarksbastard]

[Jon is in the kitchen at first, looking slightly disgruntled at the quality of the food--then again, who wouldn't be, it's just pastes. At this point, he'll probably take the turnips--

--he glances up.]

Arya! [Yeah, you know what, forget the food, he missed his sister so much, he's going to go in for a hug.]

[aliased]

[ As always, she's ready to fight, to push or kick or punch her way out of being manhandled but then his voice fills her ears. It sounds a little different, older and a bit more gruff, but she knows that voice as well as her own, hears it in her dreams, longs to hear it in reality.]

Jon! [ She sputters out in utter shock, her eyes going wide for a moment before she flings her arms around him in a hug that is tighter than the one she gave him the last time they saw one another. Tears make demands at her eyes, even as she laughs, relief flooding through her, at the fact that her brother was here, with her. Don't cry, Arya, only babies cry, she reminds herself as she wraps her arms around his neck even tighter, burying her face against his cheek.]

[nedstarksbastard]

[It seems like a lifetime ago, when he last hugged her in Winterfell, when he last ruffled her hair, when he last teased her. He missed her, but he hadn't quite realized how much until now, when she's back in his arms and hugging him tight. His grip is just as tight, as if he's afraid to let her go and slip through his fingers.

The last time he heard of her--

(--I want my bride back--)

--he's not going to think about it. He blinks back the tears threatening to well, breathes out, and--with great reluctance--loosens his hold on her to hold her at arm's length. Gods, she looks so young. Gods, he has no idea how to explain any of this to her, not the scar, not the future, not the timeline.]

Look at you, you haven't changed a bit. [Jon Snow, you liar.] How was your needlework coming along, before you got here?

[aliased]

[ He sets her down and for moment, she doesn't move away from him, no way, she's afraid he'll somehow disappear before her eyes. And for a moment, she can't let go of his neck before she realizes how ridiculous she's being, she wants to prove she's older now. More mature. Or something.

She lets go and looks up at him, then that she realizing how much older he looks, even past the scars on his face. For a moment, her brow furrows as she makes her own assessment before her expression loosens and she just smiles back at him.] You look older. [ It's a tease, one that has her lips turning upwards even more. Oh, she is so glad to see him. At his question, she looks prideful.]

Father got me a dance instructor. [ She leans in conspiratorially--] But he was really there to teach me how to use my sword. [ Whatever smile that curves her lips fades as memories return, her happiness retreats.] He's dead now. They killed him. The Kingsguard. For protecting me. I couldn't save him. [ her voice quivers ] Or Father.

[apurrstate]

[Anders had been on his way back to the lab when he spotted the little girl looking around the ship. First of all, she looked lost, second of all, she looked new and that meant she was just as stuck here as the rest of them.

Poor thing.]

You're new here, aren't you?

What's your name?

[aliased]

[ hey now, arya stark is never lost. she is simply wandering, exploring.]

Arya. Arya Stark.

[apurrstate]

[wandering and exploring, fancy names for it.]

That's pretty. I'm Anders, welcome to the 'Three Twins' a terrible name, really, it doesn't even make sense.

[He smiles.]

So...how much of the ship have you found?

[action]

[kingofbadlifechoices]

[Robb steers his way to the Three Twins, a bit nervous to meet his sister. She doesn’t know anything and Robb fears that one of his siblings (like Bran) might’ve told her about this Red Wedding already. He really does not feel like speaking of that now. All he wants is to embrace her fiercely, listen to her stories and dry her tears about their lord father’s death.

He still does not like the tiny ships they use for transport and he flies it around in a cautious and slow way. It also takes him a little longer to get to the Three Twins and when he stumbles in Arya might as well already be there.]

Arya? [He looks around himself, a bit of a worried expression on his face.]

[action]

[aliased]

[ Once she discovered where she could go to meet with people, to watch as people filtered onto the ship to visit, she goes there. She hovers, keeps close to a wall, cautious without a weapon. She isn't scared, only babies get scared, she has courage, she is simply being smart like Syrio Forel taught her to be, like her older brothers had shown her to be.

But when she sees him, she rushes forward without hesitation, flinging herself at him, wrapping her arms around his neck, tears burning at her eyes like they had with Jon.]

[action]

[kingofbadlifechoices]

[At first he does not see her coming but when he turns into the right direction he spots her, running towards him. Gods, it really is as if time has never passed. Still so young and here. He had thought her dead.

For a moment in time he forgets about the worries that plague him and crouches down so he can meet her halfway in the hug that follows. When she flings her arms around his neck he holds her firmly. A part of him can't even believe it that she is truly here at his side again.]

I missed you.

[summerschild]

[Getting from ship to ship is tricky business, but Bran manages to catch a ride to the Three Twins as soon as he hears that the shuffle has gone through. He's there within half an hour of her arrival, muttering sounds of frustration as he tries to get his wheelchair over the cargo bay's threshold.]

Arya?

[A tentative call, suddenly nervous. His wheels scrape on the metal, and his cheeks redden. Getting his chair stuck in a corridor isn't precisely how he wanted to reunite.]

[aliased]

[ It takes a moment for Arya to come to terms with what she sees. Bran in some kind of... chair? With wheels. It wasn't quite so strange as it could have been but it was made of metal and it had gotten caught in a groove in the floor. Her eyes widen as she hops of the perch she'd been on, moving towards him.]

Bran. [ she moves to grab the arms of the chair, tugging it forward as people filter past them. There's no smug expression on her face, only relief to see him awake, alive even if they'd spoken before.]

[summerschild]

Arya!

[He repeats her name - a joyful, relieved shout - as she moves forward for his chair. Free of the threshold, Bran grabs the wheels again to turn towards her, looking up at a face he feared he would forget. But there's no forgetting his sister, with her dark hair and her vicious eyes, so much like their father.]

They put you on Jon's ship?

[goldenglasses]

[Vash and his usual loud, optimistic self hasn't been around the ship much since the fleet has been allowed inside the terraformers. Typically only coming back to shower, get something to eat, and sleep.

Today, however, he is around. Knowing it's also a good idea to give the mind a break once in awhile. Not to mention the mask was starting to leave a mark around his face.

He'll be lounging in the kitchen to start with eating some of the food bought on the moon. Reading over some notes he's taken on the terraformers as he eats. Okay, so he's terrible at taking breaks.

Otherwise he'll be looking to pester anyone around the ship.]

Well! Hey there! How have things been going?!

[Or catch Vash throwing a bouncy ball he found against the walls of the cargo area. Throwing and catching it over and over.]

Open to all!

[apurrstate]

--Around the ship--
[It was nearly a month and he'd taken time to visit each of the ships at least once, just to satisfy his curiosity, if nothing else. He'd even met back up with Kitty like he'd promised, now he'd just need to find time to catch Jim, shouldn't be too hard.

Today, however, he's sticking to his own ship. If he's going to be here a while, he ought to know those with him better. So he aims for humor. As he finds each new face on the ship, he goes up to them, ready with a smile.]

I have a joke for you!

[He was supposed to be the ship's healer, and there was no better medicine than laughter.]

--Med Lab--
[Later, he could be found back in the med bay, but instead of simply lounging around as he usually did, he decided to amuse himself. He'd been careful about his magic for a long time, it didn't seem like anything was going to come after him here, so why not let loose a little?

Anyone wandering nearby, might feel a faint static in the air, like the feeling in the air before a storm. They might also notice a little flash and burning smell coming from the room as well.]

[goldenglasses]

Yeah. [He does like jokes.] Does it start with knock, knock?

[apurrstate]

[Anders is all too thrilled to find a willing audience.]

It wasn't going to, but it will now!

Knock Knock.

[goldenglasses]

Alright. Who's there?

lets pretend this isn't a million years late | med lab

[ofkirkwall]

[ Frankly she isn't sure what possessed her to seek him out. A sudden and hopefully fleeting fancy? The desire to silently stab herself with invisible needles dealing with a man she as much wants to hit as she does hug? It's weird, complicated, but she decides not to think on it much when she slips onto the Three Twins as casually as she might walk into a bar.

Not a care in the world this one, not even when the flash goes off and the smell of burning wafts into her nose, she pokes her head through the med lab doorway regardless. ]

What are we burning?

Seems like it was only yesterday <3

[apurrstate]

[He wasn't expecting her, or anyone really, but especially not her. But he was hardly going to turn her away.]

The wall. It needed more character.

[He zapped the poor wall, a little higher this time to avoid hitting her, and gestured to it.]

How about it? Feeling randomly destructive today?

[ofkirkwall]

[ He looks good, which... which is definitely good. Healthy, not as pale as she is used too. It stings a little, makes her stomach twist uncomfortably but she swallows it, pushes it down.

Instead she smiles at scorched wall, slipping into the room after the latest zap. ]

Always. [ Lazily she motions at his additions. ] I like it, very artistic.