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[steeledskin]

Who: Sansa Stark, and you!
Broadcast: Fleetwide; Anonymous
Action: Blue Fish, Iskaulit
When: Afternoon to late evening

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What should you do if someone you have never met -- never in your life -- hates you? What should you do if they are rude and horrible and ill-mannered and they won't tell you why?

I have done bad things. I know I have. But nothing to deserve this.

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[ when she isn't indulging in her very self-centered sort of misery, sansa is aboard the blue fish. she has finally decided to make a brave attempt to decorate the door to her room, and so far has only managed to paint the bone-white bark of what will eventually be a tree.

and then -- well after the hour when she ought to have been in bed -- sansa does something unanticipated. unexpected. she takes a shuttle all by herself! and she lets it pilot her back to the iskaulit, where she walks the halls with slow and careful purpose until she arrives at the garden. she makes a seat for herself far from the door, and she breathes in the smell of soil and plant-life. already, and despite its bewitching magicks, she misses the well-wooded planet so recently departed. ]

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[beardstrokes]

Hatred is rarely logical. If they do hate you, you can either choose to subvert their opinions by showing them how you are or ignore it.

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[steeledskin]

Mayhaps I should ignore it, then. I would not know how to do the former.

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[ino]

I guess that would be kind of annoying to deal with - but if you don't even know who they are, does their opinion really matter all that much? It's their own fault if you've been nice and they still can't see your good points.

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[steeledskin]

[ has she been nice? no -- she's been polite, but she hasn't been nice. sansa knows that much about herself. ]

It isn't an opinion I worry about. What if he [ after a moment she adds ] or she intends to act upon their hatred?

[takingkarabusiness]

Live your life. You don't need that kind of negativity.

[steeledskin]

How do you live your life with someone glaring at you?

[ to be fair, he'd been staring. and to be fairer, he'd promised to stop. and yet she remains concerned. ]

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[reconstitution]

You can't control what people feel. Fuck their reasons, and fuck them. You have better things to do than worry about one person.

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[steeledskin]

[ but if experience has taught her anything, it's that she must worry about every person: their motives, their intentions, and their secrets.

abruptly: ] But I need to know.

[ is it something she can control? something she can change? something she can use to her advantage if only she understood the reasoning? ]

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[brainiest]

[ Hm. Hermione wonders who this could possibly be - she has an inkling, but that only comes because she's already spoken to Gendry and she knows Sansa a little better than the other woman believes she does, at least for now. ]

Maybe they're confused? I know that I've had mixed feelings about people that didn't deserve it, and it took me a long time to come to terms with how I felt.

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[steeledskin]

They didn't act as a confused person acts.

[ or, more accurately, she couldn't adequately assess that confusion over the roaring deafening noise of her own confusion. ]

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[noprophecies]

if they are too cowardly to say why they hate you, then they do not deserve you worrying about it

avoid them or tell them to go fuck themselves

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[steeledskin]

[ time out for her to be scandalized: ] h, I couldn't do say that.

[ seven heavens to betsy! ]

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[greensights]

Does their opinion directly matter to you? You could either ignore it and continue to be yourself, which possibly isn't as awful as that person thinks. They might realise you do not deserve their treatment, or mayhaps not.

Or you might confront them. You must also consider the possibility that they are correct. Everyone is the knight in armour in their own mind, this person might see something you don't.

[steeledskin]

[ well, that's a bit of reading. her answer is slow coming. ]

I know I am no knight. [ figurative or otherwise. ] But I consider myself mannerly. If I knew what offence I caused, I would apologize for it.

But they won't say.

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[bryces_pup]

It seems odd for someone to hate you so vehemently and refuse to say why. Perhaps they expect you to know? Not that you necessarily should, but I find people get even more upset if their hatred isn't even recognized.

Are they from your world?

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[steeledskin]

Yes, but our paths have never crossed. Not once. I would have remembered a person like this.

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[pneumo]

Aww, that happens to me all the time back home. It really sucks huh? Mostly I try not to think about it too much.

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[steeledskin]

[ seven hells, a voice! sansa gets flustered, but then responds with text: ]

I'm sorry. It must be awful.

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[nedstarksbastard]

[Jon should be in bed himself, but the first day or so in deep space after spending most of his time off the ship has him tossing and turning in bed before he finally gives up on sleep, slipping out to take Ghost with him to the Iskaulit.

So when Jon chances on Sansa inside the garden, it's Ghost who approaches first, bumping up against her ankle in a bid to steal some affection. Jon stands some ways away, clad in a tunic so dark brown it may as well be black.]

I thought you'd be asleep by now.

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[steeledskin]

I couldn't.

[ she speaks honestly -- her words sound raw, as though she might have been crying. but no other outward signs persist. indeed, sansa finds it within herself to smile as she buries her fingers deep into ghost's fur. she kneels and inhales the wolfish scent off his neck, pleased to be close to a direwolf again. ]

Why aren't you asleep?

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[helladoomed]

tell them to fuck off

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[steeledskin]

[ -- another suggestion of this ilk. hm. ]

I can't. I couldn't.

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[forcesensitive]

[Hmm. Most of his advice would be the same as Obi-Wan's, so Finn hesitates a bit before responding.]

yeah i know what thats like but if youve done bad things do you stand behind them or would you change them if you could that could be what they hate you for even if you think it wasnt that bad maybe it was bad to them

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[steeledskin]

[ give her a moment to wade through this swamp of grammar. ]

Having never known each other before the fleet, how should they know whether I have been bad or not? They won't say. It's confusing.

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[goldenglasses]

[This is something Vash has some experience with being an outlaw. Although, he's assuming this person's situation is a bit different.]

Personally, I found getting defensive and angry only makes things worse. I generally try to see or ask if there is something I can do to make up for whatever it might be that I've done.

If there isn't- [And almost always there isn't for the things he gets blamed for.] - then I will try to give them the space they need.

Its not easy being disliked for something you didn't do, but sometimes you just can't change someone's mind.

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[steeledskin]

-- To ask if there's something I might do to fix it. There's a thought.

[ until now, she's only ever apologized. she can't imagine actually asking whether he might like her to fix something. but maybe it might work. ]

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[sandhate]

[ he doesn't come to the garden a lot. but en route from checking in at the art studio alex had left behind, he stops by to pick a flower for his sleeping wife. padme's been asleep for a day and he already missed her, just the sound of her voice and those dark warm eyes.

his arm full of art supplies, he stumbles on to a girl so miserable he could almost feel it tug him away from the earthiness of his meditative walk in the garden. spurred by thoughts of his wife and the kindness she always embodies, he presents the flower he picked to sansa. ]

Here.

[steeledskin]

[ her chin raises. she'd had it rested on her knees, and they'd been drawn tight against her chest. it isn't very ladylike to simply sit between the plants, like this. but she wasn't expecting to be seen.

she should have known better.

sansa rushes to her feet, brushing soil and leaves off her skirts. she curtsies before she takes the flower. and if she recognizes him from previous sightings -- at a distance, walking with ahsoka, anything like that...? well, she gives no indication. ]

It's beautiful. [ ... ] You're too kind. I cannot accept.

[ sansa holds the flower out, as if to return it to him. ]

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[save_the_souls]

If they aren't going to tell you why, I wouldn't worry about it, honestly.

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[steeledskin]

How do you stop worrying?

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[paraclete]

Sometimes hatred is all a person has.

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[steeledskin]

How sad that sounds.

[ how sad that feels. she remembers that consuming state. ]

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[hearsthesea]

Give them time, but make sure to extend your hand to them. Sometimes people need to be able to hate you in order to move forward from the feelings that cause such hatred.

Even if they won't tell you why now, maybe they'll change their mind later on.

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[steeledskin]

Hate is hate. I did not think it changeable.

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[falcony]

Unless there was more going on around it, I'd ignore them.

People can be as angry and annoyed and crappy as they want. It's their prerogative. It's not your job to change them.

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[steeledskin]

I have a duty to be agreeable -- or, no, not a duty.

But things go better for you when you're agreeable. But it doesn't work with this person.

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[aigue]

Tease them
If they're going to hate you you may as well have some fun with it

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[steeledskin]

Won't that only anger them all the more?

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[benames]

1. punch them in the face with a chair

2. play really loud, obnoxious music at them

3. give them a minor electrical shock.

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[steeledskin]

...Chairs are awful heavy, however.

[ -- what's with all these dramatic suggestions? dear gods, is this how people solve their problems in other worlds? why, they are just as horrid as in westeros. ]

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[pain_train]

first tell them they are being an asshole and they need to stop like seriously how are you supposed to know what the problem is if they won't fucking tell you that's a total dick move then if they don't stop doing it after you are reasonable gently explain that they need to stop and here gently explain means kick the shit out of them

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[steeledskin]

[ ...seven hells. ]

I...I don't believe I can do any of that.

Action

[alwayscomeback]

[Sokka is usually one for sleeping well, but he still tends to go to sleep later than the rest of his crew. He prefers going to sleep knowing his crew is safe and as content as they can be. He's heading through past the bridge when he sees this, and pauses to watch her paint, a small smile crossing his face. ]

Hey. So you're finally making your mark here, huh?

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[steeledskin]

[ -- she turns on her heel. sokka. only sokka. no need for concern, although she doesn't quite smile. sansa must remember that he, like bran, has so recently lost loved ones to the atroma's fickle nature. beverley said the captain had been putting up a brave face, but that beneath he must be hurting too.

sansa steps back from her partial work. ] It's a weirwood. Or it will be, when it's done.

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[interstices]

Pay them back.

You're never going to curry favor with them, so don't try.

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[steeledskin]

Wouldn't it be better to be in someone's good graces?

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[castrationfist]

I don't know about 'should', but I certainly would get revenge.

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[steeledskin]

What kind of revenge? How?

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[castintoflames]

Do they matter so much to you that their hatred should injure you?

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[steeledskin]

It's what they may choose to do with their hatred, in time, that matters to me.