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driftfleet2016-06-25 07:17 pm
bullhorned) wrote in driftfleet2016-06-25 07:17 pm
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01. Oh not this again.
Who: Gendry
Broadcast: Nope
Action: SS Golden, Planetside
When: Today and June/July
The Golden
He hadn't been on the Marsiva all that long, but he had been on the vast ship long enough to come to the conclusion he didn't care for it at all. The food was strange and it all reminded him a little too much of the Station, which he'd never really liked all that much in the first place. More than that, he'd noticed how different things were around here. It reminded him of blood granite, though he didn't really mind that part all that much. All that business with Shards had always been an enormous headache equal only to the amount of times he banged his forehead in the tunnels of Troichean Beinn. Still, he hadn't been prepared for being in space. He hadn't figured out how to deal with that, so he'd made the decision not to.
When he arrived on the Golden to fanfare and annoying bits of confetti, the first thing he did was scowl. The second thing he did was find a direction to glare at and then scowl a little bit more. It was not that Gendry was extremely upset, it was just that brooding was something of an art form for him and he was at his best when boiling in sullen silence. All thanks to a bit of a chip in his head, he now knew exactly what he ought to be doing. So after mumbling his greetings to anyone who just so happened to be about to welcome him, he found himself in the engineering room. There were a few tense moments where he tried to grasp exactly what it is he was looking at, why he seemed to know so much about it, and if that was the sort of thing it was worth getting worried about. In the end, he decided that as long as he had valid reasons for hitting, then he might as well get on with it. There was a valve that he could instinctively see needed a great deal of banging, so he did.
Don't Hug Me I'm Scared
By the time the first native had got around to giving him a reassuring hug, Gendry had concluded that he now knew of three worlds he held a deep contempt for, which coincidentally happened to be all of the ones he'd experienced so far. But it was better than the ship, so he simply took extra care to watch that no one got close enough for any unexpected proximity. After spending a few hours wandering about the market area of one of the primary settlements, Gendry had found exactly where he ought to be. He'd found a smithy and after talking up his own experience (he'd apprenticed with dwarves after all!), he'd found himself gainfully employed and under the incredibly misguided idea that he had simply found a new planet to live on, this was how the rest of his life was going to be, and that he'd better just decide to be happy with it because that's simply how it was.
Rather than engineering as he was supposed to be, Gendry spent quite a lot of time making whatever was required of him, though it generally tended to be of the more mundane tool-like variety. When he wasn't working, he was finding places to buy his meals, trekking back to his private treehouse in an attempt to avoid risky hugs, and not actually paying all that much attention to the forests because he'd only just been in a world chock full of magical forests and this one didn't really seem all that exceptional to him.
(ooc: Gendry will just be here and there, trying to start his life entirely over because this is just the sort of thing that tends to happen to him. Find him at a smith, or out shopping, or trying to shoo little native children from trying to hug his leg because why)
Broadcast: Nope
Action: SS Golden, Planetside
When: Today and June/July
The Golden
He hadn't been on the Marsiva all that long, but he had been on the vast ship long enough to come to the conclusion he didn't care for it at all. The food was strange and it all reminded him a little too much of the Station, which he'd never really liked all that much in the first place. More than that, he'd noticed how different things were around here. It reminded him of blood granite, though he didn't really mind that part all that much. All that business with Shards had always been an enormous headache equal only to the amount of times he banged his forehead in the tunnels of Troichean Beinn. Still, he hadn't been prepared for being in space. He hadn't figured out how to deal with that, so he'd made the decision not to.
When he arrived on the Golden to fanfare and annoying bits of confetti, the first thing he did was scowl. The second thing he did was find a direction to glare at and then scowl a little bit more. It was not that Gendry was extremely upset, it was just that brooding was something of an art form for him and he was at his best when boiling in sullen silence. All thanks to a bit of a chip in his head, he now knew exactly what he ought to be doing. So after mumbling his greetings to anyone who just so happened to be about to welcome him, he found himself in the engineering room. There were a few tense moments where he tried to grasp exactly what it is he was looking at, why he seemed to know so much about it, and if that was the sort of thing it was worth getting worried about. In the end, he decided that as long as he had valid reasons for hitting, then he might as well get on with it. There was a valve that he could instinctively see needed a great deal of banging, so he did.
Don't Hug Me I'm Scared
By the time the first native had got around to giving him a reassuring hug, Gendry had concluded that he now knew of three worlds he held a deep contempt for, which coincidentally happened to be all of the ones he'd experienced so far. But it was better than the ship, so he simply took extra care to watch that no one got close enough for any unexpected proximity. After spending a few hours wandering about the market area of one of the primary settlements, Gendry had found exactly where he ought to be. He'd found a smithy and after talking up his own experience (he'd apprenticed with dwarves after all!), he'd found himself gainfully employed and under the incredibly misguided idea that he had simply found a new planet to live on, this was how the rest of his life was going to be, and that he'd better just decide to be happy with it because that's simply how it was.
Rather than engineering as he was supposed to be, Gendry spent quite a lot of time making whatever was required of him, though it generally tended to be of the more mundane tool-like variety. When he wasn't working, he was finding places to buy his meals, trekking back to his private treehouse in an attempt to avoid risky hugs, and not actually paying all that much attention to the forests because he'd only just been in a world chock full of magical forests and this one didn't really seem all that exceptional to him.
(ooc: Gendry will just be here and there, trying to start his life entirely over because this is just the sort of thing that tends to happen to him. Find him at a smith, or out shopping, or trying to shoo little native children from trying to hug his leg because why)
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[ echoing his line of thought, she adds ]
It would have been quite a challenge, those ships are not nearly large enough and I do not know if the metal responds well to dragon fire.
[ though it could get high ratings, so maybe one day. ]
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If it can melt stone, it would make quick work of those ships. No matter what sort of metal they are.
[He'd seen Harrenhal and how the stone looked melted. A memory like that had a lasting effect and the thought she'd allied herself with a Lannister was not ideal.]
And what of you. If she's gone over to the Lannisters, does that mean you've gone with them?
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[ she corrects but her voice softens ]
Tyrion Lannister quite unlikes his sister and brother. I do not fault him she does so seem keen on having his head given to her. I do not think he cares much for the interest of the other lions, not anymore.
[ but she shakes his head ]
He has been kind to me, the dragon queen has been honorable but my heart is elsewhere and it is very keen on someone else.
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Besides, he had loathed that name for knowing him as Sansa's husband. Margaery's explanation did nothing to change his opinion.]
Kind ain't the same thing as good. [And what did honor matter? Some highborn notion, as far as he was concerned.] Who's this someone else? [Tact: he hasn't got it.]
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[ they understand each other well, better now than they did in king's landing. Whatever happened to Sansa since their days of joint walks and flower picking, she has become even sharper but the kindness beneath remained. ]
If ever I shall go anywhere, it would be to her.
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I know her. [A brief pause before adding:] Least I used to.
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[ a little arch of an eyebrow. Sansa never mentioned a young, handsome man, she would have to scold her for it. If there is anything that needs repeating and justifies a good gossiping session, it's a young, handsome man. ]
She is well, here. Have you met her, already?
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[ for example, a certain husband choking to death in a wedding that didn't even happen yet, hah. ]
Mayhaps you may yet make new memories.
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No. There's no sense in that. You can't wash out the old ones.
[New memories were fine, so long as they were with new people.]
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[ an agreement. it would have been simpler if one could, she supposes. but all the magic of the world does not seem to do so for everyone. some remember certain things, others do not. ]
Would you wish them to be?
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He shakes his head.]
They're a part of me now. It's like asking if I could give up a hand just because I've lost a favorite glove.
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You are quite the interesting man, Gendry.
[ it is easier than telling him she finds his answer to be very sweet. somehow, she has a feeling that might not be the best course to choose. ]
Shall we walk a little? I'd like to hear of your impressions of this little situation. What ship are you assigned to?
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The Golden. I ain't been on it more than a few hours. Yours?
[This was well practiced conversational skills at work! He didn't actually care what ship she was on, but he knew it was expected that he should ask.]
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[ almost as if the atroma had a sense of humor that was not entirely cruel. ]
I do not think I know many of the Golden's crew, you would have to tell me if they are kind.
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I didn't meet any of them. I came down here soon as I could. I only ever saw some whelp claiming he was captain.
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[ she can't quite understand him and he looks so odd! but then, he is very well-mannered as well so oddness aside, he has her respect. ]
His name is Vision, you will meet him, I trust. There are not that many people in the fleet. Enough to fill a small town, mayhaps.
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