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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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I cannot... [Robb bites his lip and frowns.] ...I cannot guarantee his return. [He crouches down again so he is at the same height as his brother.] The brother. [He simply forgot how to be one. How to focus on something that wasn’t half of the realm and the men living in it.]
I am not that much of a king, I am afraid. [The longer he stays here, the more convinced he is of that.] I hoped... [Robb wants to finish that sentence but decides to sigh instead.] Maybe in the future.