driftfleet | 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)

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A Lannister.

[ 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.

[He could not confess to know a great deal about the Lannisters, other than all the trouble they'd caused him by trying to hunt him down. He hadn't known why at the time, but it had seemed to be some sort of purge against all of the king's bastards. He didn't really know why he should exclude Tyrion from that number.

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.]

A friend who gave me many happy hours in King's Landing. You might know her. Lady Sansa Stark, she is my dearest friend here.

[ 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.

[It seemed to all come back to Sansa. It did not make him scowl, but the thick carapace he kept around himself seemed to harden that much more. After all, he'd done the exact opposite of what she professed.]

I know her. [A brief pause before adding:] Least I used to.

Have you known each other at Westeros?

[ 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?

I've met her, aye. Not in Westeros, though. [This is an incredibly uncomfortable subject for him, which he does a terrible job of hiding.] She doesn't remember.

This realm is very odd in its ways. There are many here who remember certain events that others do not.

[ 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.

[He shakes his head.]

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.]

You cannot.

[ 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?

[This he stumbles on and an answer, no matter how blunt or rude it could have been, does not come immediately. It would be easier if he didn't have to remember everything, but... there had been parts that were happy and had been good. These were not things he would want to lose.

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.

[ she looks at him with a little smile before deciding ]

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?

[He fell into step, though he did so with reluctance. It wasn't that he couldn't enjoy the company of someone like Margaery, but it was that he had absolutely no idea what he was expected to do about it.]

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.]

The Windrose, for several moon cycles now, since I have arrived. It seemed fitting.

[ 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.

[If Gendry was to think deeply enough about it and what her sigil even was (he didn't), he might have realized his own ship was rather fitting for the black and gold colors of House Baratheon. He didn't.]

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.

Our own captain has quite the unique appearance. I heard he is considered to be very wise by many here, as well as many in his own world.

[ 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.

This captain isn't wise. He's small. All talk an' with no respect for anyone. [Or none for Gendry at least.] I'd take your Vision over him.

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