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Who: Kitty Pryde and everyone who tags!
Broadcast: Yep!
Action: Planet fun! Or Windrose maybe. I'm flexible.
When: Now or nowish. Definitely now-adjacent.

[Broadcast]
I have an important request. I need someone who can make cheese. Do cheese makers have an old timey name like cobblers and haberdashers or are those only for clothes? Anyway, calling all of those.

Cheese doesn't seem to be a thing here from what I can tell, but we're just one ingredient away from some really great pizza. I have no idea what cheese requires other than cows or goats or something. I grew up so close to Wisconsin, but I feel like I learned so little.

I would also accept alternative cheese. I know there were vegan kinds made out of hopes and dreams or something I assume. I can pay you or share the finished pizza or do something in trade if I had skills. I could beat someone up for you maybe. [She's not going to do that. Probably.] We'll work it out.

[Action]
[She's on the planet doing all of these things and more but this post won't get to CAPTCHA! You might find her on the Windrose veeeery rarely!]

Comments

[kingofbadlifechoices]

[Robb has no idea where his room is. All he remembers were blue blankets but they all had blue blankets, not?]

I do not think so. [He shakes his head and sighs...] I do not think...it would not be right to betray Jeyne...even if I will never see her again. Even when you look lovely.

If I were not wed I could love you. [He smiles a stupid drunken smile.]

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[She'll just deposit him in the first unoccupied room unless he says it's definitely not his.]

Oh, Robb... [The L-word, really? Admiring her body and hitting on her is one thing. Don't bring hearts into this especially when it feels insincere under the circumstances.]

I don't know what kind of oath you take, but where I'm from it's til death do you part and I figure this is close enough to death.

[kingofbadlifechoices]

[Robb would probably be unable to tell his room from another room at this point.]

Isn’t death going to part us? I told you. Death is going to part us. [He wants to murmur some more before he can feel his stomach protest against everything he has been drinking today.

At the least he realizes that he should move away. Quickly he turns, using one arm to push her away a little, and after that he hunches down to vomit on the floor.

Like a king.]

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[Ew. Okay, she's not holding your hair back. She's been through enough tonight.]

No, that's way better than waiting for a bathroom, sure. I'll let them know there's clean up on aisle one while you...finish. [Then she'll just ask the shopkeeper which room is his. Simplify this situation down. And hopefully after he gets some sleep—okay, a lot of sleep and fluids—he'll feel better...about being dead and missing his wife and letting his kingdom down. Cheerful things.]

[kingofbadlifechoices]

[Robb wipes his mouth when he is done and stand still to look at what is there. Quite some, actually. Still, he has no idea what those chunks are. Had he been eating something?]

I think I am done... [He nods.] ...Let us go. I crave a bed where I can dream of your teats.

[OOC: end it here?]

Yep!

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["Dream of your teats." If she had a nickel for every time a king told her that... Time to get him off to bed.]