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Who: Theon Greyjoy
Broadcast: Fleetwide, second part only
Action: Paisley, first part
When: 8/1

[ Perhaps the crew has taken note of Theon's uncharacteristic silence. His presence has been somewhat less abrasive over the past few days, and it isn't because he's been out and exploring the planet. He's actually holed himself up in his cabin, leaving only to make a handful of attempts to focus on work in the armory--all of which lasted no longer than ten minutes. His thoughts have been elsewhere, somewhere where they can work his stomach into impossible knots and make his eyes see things that aren't actually there.

Broken, beaten, and flayed. Ever since his sister revealed the state in which she found him, Theon's mind just won't settle. The strange Reed boy only confirmed, in more horrific detail. Plenty. Your fingers, your toes, your teeth, your skin...You can't change it.

How is someone supposed to sit and wait passively for such a horrific fate? The anticipation alone is such a heavy burden. All of Theon's worries have whipped themselves up into an endless frenzy. Every corner her turns fills him with dread, and one too many times he thinks he sees Ramsay Snow out of the corner of his eye. Even when that proves to be his eyes playing tricks on him, there's that horrible voice ringing in his ears: burn it, burn it all.

When he finally exits his cabin to pay a trip to the kitchen, he doesn't look well. He's pale and disheveled and the shadows beneath his eyes are a telltale sign that he hasn't been sleeping. Upon reaching the kitchen, he doesn't actually open any of the cupboards or look for food. Instead, he paces the floor, hands curled into tight fists. His breathing goes ragged and he clenches his teeth, squeezing his eyes shut as tears sting at the corners of them. Suddenly, without a word or a shout, he stops, whips around, and begins to wreak havoc on the poor kitchen.

Eventually, if the noise or curiosity draws you in, you'll find him shaking with laughter, tears streaming down his face, and surrounded by the broken bits and pieces of the kettle, the microwave, the coffee maker, and a few plates--and a toaster that, while whole and working, carries an imprint of young Mr. Greyjoy's fist. ]

{OOC| Quick rundown for anyone who may not be on my plurk and whose character may be visiting the Paisley: Theon's had a pretty big chunk of his super unfortunate future revealed to him by castmates, which has sent him into an emotional spiral because he doesn't know how to handle his feelings. This is not a regular thing, I promise. }

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[ For those of you who missed Theon's meltdown on the Paisley, it's probably for the best. It wasn't a pretty sight, but later in the evening when the feed flickers to life and Theon greets the network, he clearly isn't himself.

He's disheveled, exhausted, and he actually doesn't spend time boasting about himself or his family. His message is short, to the point, and spoken in a hoarse voice. ]

Half of Westeros is already here. [ His eyebrows knit together. He's clearly been worrying about something. ] Can someone be prevented from coming here as well?

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Wow, Theon. You look like shit. What's going on? [She is now concerned about her favorite scrublord.]

[Jon's about to make a smart comment when he stops, blinks at the screen. Theon does not look very good. He barely even looks like Theon at all, and for all that Jon dislikes him, he still grows more than a little bit worried.]

I don't think so, no. [For once, Jon's not being a smartass to Greyjoy. It probably won't last, but still.] You look worse than you usually do. What happened? [He lasted about five seconds before the smartassery slipped in. That's a record, right?]

[ This was always the amusing part. When people wish to learn about their futures and then dislike what they hear. The irony was not lost on Leto. ]

No. And chances are, the more you think about him, the more likely the Atroma will hear you and whisk him here.

[ -- something is out of joint with theon greyjoy. that much is obvious. unlike others, she doesn't ask after his state. he will tell her if he wants to, and she fully expects he will not want to.

with a plaintive note: ] If it's possible -- if you learn how it can be done, that someone could be barred from entry here -- then I would like to know as well.

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Wow! You look awful! [ :D HI ]

[Tyrion's brow furrowed together at the clearly shaken expression on Theon's face, before he answered simply.]

I do not know - but if I find out, I will let everyone know.

[If nothing else to let them know they were safe from Cersei.]

What happened, Greyjoy?

[Robb had no peace with his future. Sadness had made place for a lingering sort of anger. A prickly feeling that kept him on edge. He had decided to go out fighting. If they were planning on violating guestright after all, it would be folly to cling to it. And maybe he should have left a message to Theon that he would be coming over. Their conversations were never pleasant and their attempt at a friendship had failed right after they established it again.

Both were haunted by futures they deemed unable to change.

Instead of heading to Theon’s chambers the sound of destruction draw him away. Maybe he should alert this ship’s security officer first but the longer he waits, the problematic the damage would become. What he finds is Theon. Or, well...a mad man looking like Theon. Apparently he has thrashed half the kitchen while laughing and crying at the same time.

Somehow Robb had expected Theon to be stronger than this.]

Gods be good...what are you doing?

[Slowly he steps into the kitchen and picks up an unfortunate bread toasting machine and puts it back on the table.]

Calm down until your captain finds out and you find yourself in even more trouble.

[It was easier to just hate Theon from the outset. Before he knew some of what the guy had been through. But, he knows, that sort of thinking would make him no better than Jet. No better than the people of his world who would still fight and argue and try to start a war just because they can't let go of their hatred.

He was like that, once. But he likes to think he's learned to be a better person since then. ]

No. They can't. There's someone from my home who's very dangerous, but she still came here regardless. She's gone now, but she was still here for a while.

Atroma probably enjoys bringing people here who'll cause problems for us, adds to the drama, I guess.

[ he had a bad feeling. it started as a chill on the back of his neck, which he had attributed to finding out his wife was in a coma-like sleep. brushing it off, he mediated until that feeling spread as a tug. it brings him here: him, staring at the mess that was once their pristine - thanks to stefan really - kitchen in his standard ship uniform.

and in the middle of the chaos, theon greyjoy.

well, he was in a shit mood anyway.

he steps closer, sweeping away the bits and pieces of broken ... things in his path and around theon. ]

What are you doing.

If there were a way to put in such a request I would be interested to know. There are several I would prevent from finding their way here if at all possible.

[He thinks it's unlikely that such a request would be honored but it's an idea at least. The last thing he wants to see are more of Leia Organa's rebels or Jedi.]

At the very least being forewarned before their arrival would be ideal.

[Hey, you know what happens after you've been asleep for several days? You wake up hungry. Kirito's on a nostalgic ship tour en route to the kitchen, and it's not a long hall but by the time he reaches it, his stomach is growling. He's definitely ready for even those nasty rations they stock here- anything to fill the hole in his gut. Some fresh teriyaki flavoured paste-burgers right into the micro-

-oh god-

Is this actually the kitchen, or is it a warzone? Because it looks kind of like a bomb went off, and the obvious culprit does not look well.]

What the hell...! Are you crazy!?

[Hello again, Theon. She watches him a moment before turning the video feed on.]

I'm sure there isn't, but sometimes it's easier to deal with someone in person than with their ghost haunting you. [There are people she doesn't want here. But a person can be dealt with. The worry over their possible arrival is harder.]

[All Stefan wanted was one measly cup of tea. Just one cup, and instead he gets... well, even he's not sure what this is. Blendergate 2.0?

He takes a deep breath, pinching the bridge between his nose because he's not gonna blow up at Theon over tea. That's not very Captain-like, let alone very Stefan-like.

But he does get quiet as he surveys the damage,] What happened here?

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