let's get together yeah yeah yeah

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Who: The crew of the SS Paisley + visitors
Broadcast: n/a
Action: On the Paisley
When: Through the end of the planet

[So trees aren't your thing and you wanna be a recluse while we're on this lovely planet? Come hang out on the ship with the rest of these weird kids.]

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b SURPRISE

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[ This is a planet Theon would rather enjoy, if his stomach weren't tied up in knots. The ocean is visible through the trees, just on the horion, but he hasn't found his way back into its welcoming arms just yet. He's been too busy pacing, fretting over all the things Asha has told him. Everything that's happened to him, everything that's going to happen to him. He almost wishes he never asked. Anticipating it is even worse than not knowing at all.

You're safe here, he keeps telling himself. You just have to stay here forever.

Eventually, when he gets bored of wearing a hole in the floor of his cabin, he takes to the cargo bay, looking just as sullen as Alex. He nearly trips over her, but his only reaction is to sigh and look annoyed. ]

What's the matter with you?

[ He may have lost a lot of his charm since the Winterfell fiasco j/s. ]

OH NO

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[Alex looks up at him, and she's too tired to even cover her general malaise with biting sarcasm. Instead, she takes a swig of beer and leans back on one wrist.]

It's my birthday. [She gives a vague nod in his direction.] What about you? You look like ass.

yes be very afraid

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And you look like an ass.

[ His response is a bit halfhearted today, not quite a sharp or witty or scathing as it could be, and he doesn't carry on with it until someone to make him shut up. Instead, he just shrugs. Maybe worried sick Theon is the Theon we all deserve. ]

It doesn't matter.

[ He would really rather not talk about it, though Robb will have to know sooner or later.]

Where I'm from, we call that your name day. You don't look happy to have seen your thirteenth one.

[ Alright, maybe he had another halfhearted jab in there. ]

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I'm twenty-one.

[She doesn't even lift a middle finger at him, she is So Done.]

I've been stuck in places that won't let me age since I was sixteen.

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That explains it.

[ That's actually a pretty gracious response for Theon. In his short amount of time here he's learned not to question much. It's easier that way. On top of everything else he's dealing with, he doesn't need to burden himself with the explanation as to why Asha knows so much more than he does or why Alex hasn't aged in five years. ]

You still look thirteen.

[ Okay, well, he's still Theon, and there isn't any real malice behind those words. It's more of a tired additional statement that he has to make to keep up appearances. He seems to feel a little bad about it afterwards, though, because his next statement is actually...considerate? Positive? Maybe? ]

Well, at least you'll never grow into an ugly old hag. Never a white hair or a line on your face, always "surprisingly wise for your age" to those who don't know better.

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[The corner of her mouth quirks up just a tiny bit at that. Alex doesn't like Theon, but over the past few months he's become a familiar fixture in her life, and she can't bring herself to truly hate anyone in her crew. The Paisley is all the family she has, and if Theon's right, and she grows old here in this tired, teenage skin, then she figures she may as well relax about it.]

I don't know, I was kind of looking forward to old age. They let you ride around in a little scooter at the grocery store, and no one yells at you for sitting on your ass.

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[ The same can be said for Theon as well. He doesn't like Alex, but he doesn't exactly hate her either. He's grown used to her the point of lightening up just a bit. Besides that, Asha doesn't need to be burdened with him causing more trouble--on their own ship, at least. ]

I do not know what that is.

[ He chuckles just a little, though. A real chuckle, not one of those empty chuckles he uses to hide stuff. ]

They may let you sit on your ass all day, but on the bleaker end of things, you do tend to lose control of your bowels. The way I see it, you're not so unlucky.