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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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True, but still I'll hope for the best. It won't make being in a small space any easier otherwise.[A pause. Vash has admitted to some things he probably shouldn't have out loud. To break anonymity or not.

Ah, hell, admitting he's been blamed for something he didn't do is nothing compared to what he REALLY did anyway. Let's break it.]

This is Vash of the Three Twins, by the way, if you ever need a break with company send me a message sometime.[As Vash only dislikes one person and he's not here right now. So he's pretty sure he's safe with this person.]

[ you are kind, vash. and she wants to thank you for your offer -- but she can't find the words.

instead: ] How bizarre that we should have all of the stars around us, and still consider ourselves penned up in a 'small space'.

It is strange when you think about it in that way! Sadly, it's pretty cold outside if I understand it right. So think of it more like being stuck in a house during bad weather! Unless, of course, you're someone who can survive in space. Then it's probably not all that small to you![For a bit of fun in what he hopes will cheer up the mystery person's mood Vash doodles a quick drawing of a couple stick people smiling with a bunch of stars around them.]

[ it does cheer her. but it also fills her with a dreadful ache. ]

I should like to fly like a bird among the stars.

[ and never come down. ]

Yeah. Flying does sound pretty good some days, doesn't it? Who knows. Maybe we'll find a planet that has figured out how to make people fly with jet packs or something one day.

...Jet packs?

Yeah. I've heard a lot of stories of technology that you wear on your back and they have so much power they can send you flying in the air. Haven't seen any that actually work though.

Wings would be better.

Well, yes, but it would take a lot longer to grow wings then to put on a jet pack.

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