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.

[nedstarksbastard]

[He feels older, most of the time, much older than his seventeen years--but not now. Now, he just feels lighter than he's felt in a while, pure giddy happiness filling his lungs, his heart. Arya's here, and safe, and not dead or hurt or worse.]

That's what happens when you're on the Wall, you get older faster. [He's had to do some quick growing up even before then, though--perks of being a bastard.

He leans in as well, and whispers in a tone just as conspiratorial:] You'll have to show me what he taught you, when I can find you a sword. [A proper one, hopefully.] Then mayhaps you might be able to beat me in a match.

[And he would be so proud to get beaten by his baby sister.

His smile fades, and he rests a hand on the back of Arya's neck to draw her in close for another hug.]

I know, Arya. [He sounds quietly sad.] About Father. And I don't blame you. [How could he? There's no way she could've saved their lord father, no matter how good she got at sticking them with the pointy end. He's just glad she's alive.]

[aliased]

[ Frustrated tears fill her eyes as he hold her close as he says he knows about father. Sansa must have told him.] I tried to save him. I tried. [ And she'd failed. She hadn't been strong enough, quick enough, clever enough. She'd learned a lot from her dance instructor but she'd been no match for Yoren's strong, smelly embrace, holding her back.] The Lannisters betrayed us... I'm going to kill Joffrey. [ There's so much venom in her voice, so much hatred. ] And Cersei too.

[nedstarksbastard]

Arya. Arya. [He can't burden her with what he knows of her fate right now, no, but his brow furrows as he pulls away again and looks her in the eyes.] It wasn't your fault, you couldn't have saved him. [Empty words, but he believes them all the same. This is Arya, and he doesn't want her to blame herself for something out of her hands.

And--he supposes he can give her some bit of good news. He lets out a breath.]

Joffrey's dead. He's been dead for some time now, for me and Sansa. [Yeah. Assure your younger sister that one of the people she wants dead is already dead. A plus, Snow.] It's--hard to explain, and you'll want to sit down for it, but for me, it's been more than a year or so since Father died.

[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?

[aliased]

[ she wrinkles her nose when he calls her name pretty.]

I just found the ship. [ she just got there.]

I'm looking for my brother, Anders.

[apurrstate]

[That reaction just makes him smile more. Sorry not sorry.]

Ooh, so you've got the whole rest of the thing to look into, then.

But who's your brother? I'm fairly new here myself, but maybe I've come across him.

[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.

[aliased]

I missed you, [ she murmurs the words against his ear, holding onto him tightly. Shame floods her as she remembers her failure, even if he did not blame her, even if Jon did not either. For all that she likes to be strong, suddenly Arya is a little girl again, in the arms of someone familiar.

She hugs him tighter. He smells like home. ]

[kingofbadlifechoices]

[Robb feels guilty, sad and happy at the same time. Guilty for never trading the Kingslayer for his sisters, sad because of his grim future an the inability to ever see his family again and happy because of the fact that she is here in his arms. A shuddering sigh escapes his mouth when he feels how she hugs him tighter.]

Nah... [He whispers softly.] ...I missed you more, little sister.

[aliased]

Did not-- [ she murmurs, teasing him some, tucking his shoulder beneath her chin as she just keeps on hugging him. Well, for a moment before she pulls back to look at him.]

Is Grey Wind here? [ Because then maybe Nymeria is, somewhere.]

[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?