Windrose June Mingle!

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Who: SS Windrose + Visitors
Broadcast: Unlikely
Action: SS Windrose
When: June — anytime!

[Now featuring bathroom rank II for all your bathtub and and additional ten minutes of water per hour needs! We also have more and faster shuttles! Just last month we made it to actual double-sized beds for all your double-sized fun. Special features include a hanging medicinal herb garden in the cargo bay complete with bacon-flavored kelp and Officer Snuggles the resident security fox!

Please enjoy your stay. Unless you're The Stalker. There's a sandwich bag waiting for you.]

Comments

[tallasaking]

By the Seven's tits, can you imagine me as the advisor for the entire fleet? Robb Stark's head would explode. [He smirked a little at the thought.] As would Theon Greyjoy's -- that is enough to make me want to try.

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I thought you kind of liked Robb or respected him at least. [Or maybe that's her.] And what's his deal anyway? Greyjoy's. Does he like having everyone hate him?

[tallasaking]

I respect Robb Stark - he stood up as a man when most would have buried their faces in their mother's skirts. I like less his inability to see past the nose on his face - too much of his father there. [A pause, then a sigh.] He thinks himself a Prince, and an exiled one at that. Every action he has taken to become one has been one of betrayal and blood, and his act is to distance himself from the shame and the guilt.

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[She knows nothing of Robb's father, but she did feel like he was having trouble expanding his mind and world to include all the differences of the fleet.]

Is Theon an exiled prince?

[tallasaking]

Of a kind. He is the eldest son of the Lord of the Squid People - or what we like to call the Iron Islands. [He shook his head.] Rabble, rebellious sailors whom Ned Stark crushed during the Civil War, some fifteen years past. Theon's always held some sort of ...delusion of what he is.

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Woah, woah, woah. Back up. The squid people? Does he have tentacles in there or something?

[tallasaking]

[Now that made him laugh.] No no ... their House Shield has a squid upon it.

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Disappointing. [Looking amused.] Okay, so how did he end up with the Starks?

[tallasaking]

When Ned Stark defeated Theon's father, Theon was sent as a squire to House Stark. It is the mark of all Great Houses - I have your son and I'll kill him if he steps out of line. [A shrug.] A savage practice, but an efficient one.

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Strange thing to treat him like a traitor now if he was a prisoner. I have every intention of doing bad things to the Atroma if I get a chance even if they give me nice things...like protein gel I guess.

[tallasaking]

Ah, but there are prisoners and then there are prisoners. Theon Greyjoy was the former - raised together with the household as another son, trained by all the men of Winterfell. The closest friend of Robb Stark -- someone he trusted enough to leave his youngest brothers with while he went off to make war ... and Theon sold them all out, and killed two innocent boys to make it seem like he had killed Bran and Rickon.

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He murdered children? [Nothing else really matters after that does it? Not from her expression at least.] Traitor is too good a word for him then.

[tallasaking]

And then burned the bodies. [She understood so perfectly his disgust and his disdain, just from that. Because she felt it as well.] And you are not incorrect.

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I thought he was a harmless loudmouthed fool. I guess not.

[tallasaking]

He is a loudmouth fool - but watch yourself, He is a dangerous one.

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I'll remind him where we keep the vacuum of space if he tries something with me.

[tallasaking]

...I do rather delight in your violent side, Kitty.

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I'm glad someone appreciates it. I'm sure Winn would be horrified. [Which isn't a bad thing either. She loves his good heart.]

[tallasaking]

Well, Winn is a good man who has not had to do very bad things. [He looked over the chessboard.] So we shall sincerely hope he stays that way.

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You don't have to convince me. I don't want that for him. I hope I don't rub off on him in the wrong ways. [There's always that low-level concern with her that she'll taint the good things she finds in her life now.]

[tallasaking]

I don't think you'll be able to rub off on him in anything but good ways, Kitty. You care too deeply for that. [He glanced up at her, one corner of his mouth lifting.]

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[She looks touched at that and glances down for a moment before smiling at him.] I'm really glad I was bored enough to discuss your boots that day on the network. [Which is her kind of insulting way of saying she's glad they met and that Tyrion is in her life.]

[tallasaking]

[His smile broadens, before he clears his throat.] Yes, well, they are still excellent boots. [He looked down at the board.] Now, are we going to learn chess, or did you lure me here to not drink my wine? [He's happy to be in your life too, Kitty.]

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I was kind of hoping you'd just absorb the knowledge by sitting next to me and the board. But if you insist. [She picks up the various pieces and explains their names and a little about how they function.]

[tallasaking]

My dear Kitty, I am good at a lot of things but I cannot absorb knowledge I haven't even heard of yet. [Is his dry answer, before he watches her with the pieces.

True to his word, though, he's up and playing against her twenty minutes later without any hesitation.]

I never thought you would be one for this kind of game.