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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.]

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[Robb don't make yourself worse, Allen will kill him. When Sokka returns he raises the goodies, you know, to PROMPT him.]

And lo. I bring soup, water and wine. And...cake? I think it's cake.

[Robb stirs at the sound of Sokka’s voice and rolls over again, looking at his captain with tired eyes. Tired or not, he is quite hungry.]

That looks...good. [Once again he moves and tries to sit.] That is kind. [He pauses.] Can I have the soup? [It was what Jeyne gave him when he fell in after taking that arrow to the arm.]

The kitchen's finest.

[It'd be finer if they had a chef that stayed for more than a week. He smiles, handing the bowl over.]

Here you go, buddy.

It is surprising Allen has not devoured it all... I swear...with his eating he should be round as a barrel...

[He takes the bowl and cradles it between his hands.]

You have my thanks....buddy.

I just keep blaming it on weird exorcist stuff. It's the only reasonable explanation.

[A little too close to "because magic" for his liking, but what can he do? He BEAMS when Robb says that. Look at him. Learning modern slang. ]

Don't mention it. I'll leave you to it. Give me a holler if you need me.

[Robb slowly raises an eyebrow and finally shrugs a little.]

He needs to keep such dark arts away from me. [Slowly he sips from his soup and pulls a bit of a face afterwards. Not because the soup is extremely strange. Just because the fever makes it so that it tastes strange on his tongue.]

Ah I... [Holler?] ...I will do so. I take...it is when I call for you.

Well, I wouldn't worry about it. He keeps it under wraps, and it's used for good anyway. Which, you know, is always good?

[He tries to avoid discussing it when he can. He knows where Allen's real danger lies, after all.]

You got it!

[Robb just pulls a face at Sokka’s words.]

Seeing is believing, I guess.

[He keeps nipping at his soup after those words, remembering the things he said to Hermione and how he hurt her. Gods, he should have kept his mouth shut.]

Before you know it I can pass...as a modern person... [Even though he would not use the word ‘holler’ ever.]

I don't need to see ti to believe it. I wouldn't have made him First Mate if I didn't trust him completely.

[That sure explains why Allen isn't Robb's biggest fan. Yeesh. He makes a mental note to keep an eye on this, in case ti develops into something worse, down the line. ]

Heh. Paragons of modernity. You and me both, buddy. You and me both.

I trust you that you make good choices, captain. [Allen wasn’t stupid, he had to give him that. Yet, his train of thoughts comes to a halt when the fever flares up again. He manages to place the bowl on the nightstand next to his bed and closes his eyes, his cheeks turning red again.]

Hn...yeah... [Something like that...] Paragons...

[Sokka nods, not wanting to argue about it, he knows it'll take time, for Allen and Robb to see anywhere near eye to eye. He casts him a worried glance. ]

You get some rest, okay? I'll check in on you soon. If you need Beverly, she'll help you, too.

[Robb nods slowly in reply and moves to curl up underneath the sheets.

He thinks of home and how it would feel to press his face in a fresh layer of snow.]