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driftfleet2016-09-02 12:36 am
kingofbadlifechoices) wrote in driftfleet2016-09-02 12:36 am
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Who: Robb & you!
Broadcast: Voice
Action: Mostly at the Blue Fish
When: Today
Network – Voice
[When Robb speaks his voice sounds like that of a sick old man above his eighties. In his life he hasn’t been sick often but when it strikes it mostly manages to floor him at least for a couple of days.]
If there is anyone still in possession of anything that used to belong to my sister Arya, I would like to ask you if you can bring them to me. I stay at the Blue Fish. My name is Robb Stark, I am in charge of security. I am also her oldest brother.
You have my thanks.
[To those who come by to hand over Arya’s stuff or want to run into him – The Blue Fish]
[Robb is waiting for you at the docking station, dressed in the uniform belonging to his job as head of security. The only abnormal thing about him is that he looks pale and has a running nose.
You will be thanked for your donation and if you’re lucky he’ll sneeze in your face as well.]
[To those who want to come visit to fret over Robb and/or is a resident on the Blue Fish]
[Most of the day Robb will be found in his bed with the lights off and his head tucked away underneath the blankets. He has messaged his captain about his sickness and prefers to sleep it off.
So come fuss. He’ll probably be grouchy about it.]
[Action – closed to Bran]
[After Robb has taken a shower and changed into different clothes he actually feels a bit better. At least, good enough to pay his younger brother a visit. Just to check if he is still here, on this bloody ship.
Robb knocks twice.]
Bran? [And another knock.] It is me, Robb. [Robb is sure that Bran probably knows that it is him but just in case.] I need to speak to you. [Or well, just see him. Just knowing that he is allright.] It is about Arya...ah...
[The rest of the words disappear into a loud sneeze.]
Broadcast: Voice
Action: Mostly at the Blue Fish
When: Today
Network – Voice
[When Robb speaks his voice sounds like that of a sick old man above his eighties. In his life he hasn’t been sick often but when it strikes it mostly manages to floor him at least for a couple of days.]
If there is anyone still in possession of anything that used to belong to my sister Arya, I would like to ask you if you can bring them to me. I stay at the Blue Fish. My name is Robb Stark, I am in charge of security. I am also her oldest brother.
You have my thanks.
[To those who come by to hand over Arya’s stuff or want to run into him – The Blue Fish]
[Robb is waiting for you at the docking station, dressed in the uniform belonging to his job as head of security. The only abnormal thing about him is that he looks pale and has a running nose.
You will be thanked for your donation and if you’re lucky he’ll sneeze in your face as well.]
[To those who want to come visit to fret over Robb and/or is a resident on the Blue Fish]
[Most of the day Robb will be found in his bed with the lights off and his head tucked away underneath the blankets. He has messaged his captain about his sickness and prefers to sleep it off.
So come fuss. He’ll probably be grouchy about it.]
[Action – closed to Bran]
[After Robb has taken a shower and changed into different clothes he actually feels a bit better. At least, good enough to pay his younger brother a visit. Just to check if he is still here, on this bloody ship.
Robb knocks twice.]
Bran? [And another knock.] It is me, Robb. [Robb is sure that Bran probably knows that it is him but just in case.] I need to speak to you. [Or well, just see him. Just knowing that he is allright.] It is about Arya...ah...
[The rest of the words disappear into a loud sneeze.]
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But he doesn't see that. He's silent for a moment, but then he sneers, takes a step forward, and gives Robb a push backwards. ]
Get to bed, your grace. [ His tone is dripping with sarcasm. Better this than another punch to the face, right? ] Before your own poor health does you in first. If you're lucky, you'll see the truth in my words when this passes.
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The Others take your head! [He hisses the words softly and glares at his former best friend.] I have not even called you a liar, you bloody lackwit of a turncloak! [Nice, now he has a nasty flu and a pounding head. Thanks a lot, Theon.] What is it what you want from me in the first place?!
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[ Better them than Ramsay.
He didn't mean to cause Robb any head trauma, but...well, no point in apologizing now. Robb is already angry, and Theon has already been hurt by his words. If they ever come to an understanding, it will be a goddamn miracle. ]
You've not called me a liar, but you've shown me nothing that says you believe me either. I want nothing from you. But after everything I told you, I expected to be delivered the news just as your siblings were. How long has she been gone?
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[Robb moves both of his hands through his hair.]
You want everything from me otherwise you would have been able to take a hint! Just because you have told me everything others refuse to tell me does not make me feel like informing you about what happens afterwards!
Go look upon your communicator. It keeps up with time. Modern technology and such.