001 ✥ And if you're still breathing, you're the lucky ones

[greywater]

Who: Meera Reed and anyone who wants to welcome her!
Broadcast: video: post Shuffle
Action: SS Marsiva; SS Paisley
When: When she arrives and post Shuffle


( ss marsiva )

[Her arrival isn't any sort of loud, abrasive entrance. It takes a moment for her eyes to simply open, the glaring artificial light not something she is used to. The whole ordeal is utterly foreign. From the time she wakes, the rest of her experience is just as jarring. There's a slight nervousness to her. Her questions go unanswered as she tries to ask what became of her brother and Bran. They clearly aren't on this-- ship, something she discovered rather quickly.

The days she's aboard, she paces most of the time. The pictures on the wall, she watches the whole loop. Meera is looking for something, anything. Though despite the anxiousness, there is an easiness to her. She paces, but she is calm enough as she does it. There's little she can do. Especially without her spear. Not that she couldn't try to rig something up-- there's enough in the Hospitality Deck, she assesses her first day.

But there seems to be no threat. There seems to be nothing. Nothing but the vast windows that look out to even more nothing. She stands quietly at it, thinking of home, her brother, and her life back in Westeros. It feels strange to simply be here. There should be more, something. But all she has for the time being is her thoughts and this space.]


( ss paisley )

[The fanfare is unexpected, small bits of confetti still in her hair after she's beamed aboard her new home. Engineering, they said. A word far removed from her old world. But then none of this is even remotely close to the medieval, fantasy world that was Westeros. In truth she already missed the feel of the earth beneath her feet, the fresh air-- though even that has been an experience she has not had in some time.

She isn't sure who she would come across on the new ship, but one thing is sure-- she needs to see if there is a possibility that there is anyone here she may know. It seems anything could be possible here, but if Bran and Jojen were safe, it would relieve some of the apparent tension in her neck, the tightness she holds.]

Hello? [The brunette calls onto the deck, leaning in to look around.]

( video )

[This is still an adjustment. The very existence of this place odd. Meera is not one to judge the unlikelihood of something. There is no arguing against the existence of something glaring her in the face. Meera is all too accustomed to that.

And because of this, she sits poised in front of the device-- it's playing a video, something she is only aware of because of the knowledge given to her. None of this makes sense, but there's parts of it she can identify. Her faith in that keeps her unnerved.]

My name is Meera, and I am in search of three boys. They were traveling companions of mine. I do not know the likelihood of them being here, but I need to know if they are here. [It's not only family, but duty. Her tone is level, a corner of her lip tilted into a half smile.]

Two are younger than I. One, thin and blond. He is not always well. [To put it lightly.] Another is young boy, dark hair. He may be accompanied by a third, older though. He says little save his own name.

[It is not much to go on, but she daren't put them in harm's way. Meera doesn't know what the name 'Stark' may mean. It is vague at best, but she remains hopeful, unsure what they would do without her.]

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[kill_switch]

[Thin, blond, not always well. Furiosa listens to the whole post with those few words sticking in her head. She's not sure if it's who she's thinking of or not, since there were a whole host of universes he could be from, but it's at least worth asking.]

I might know someone who matches that description. The first one. What's his name?

[The video feed shows a woman who had known harsh environs, but was starting to ease into an easier life. She no longer wears the grease on her forehead, and her hair has started to grow back without her taking a razor to it.]

Video

[greywater]

[She looks at the other woman, debating on if she should divulge more. Safety is paramount, and she knows so little about the people here. Or who could be here.

But Jojen ultimately is in less danger than Bran. And whoever would know Jojen would know her, and she's already show her face.]

Jojen. Jojen Reed. [Her voice is definitive, brows knitted. She's hoping beyond hope, the other woman knows the name.]

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[kill_switch]

[Furiosa smiles, slow, small, but it's a genuine pull on her features.]

He's on my ship, the First Breath. I'm his Captain, Furiosa. Welcome to the Fleet, Meera.

Video

[greywater]

[It's the first time she's actually smiled since being here, true and wide. The anxiety is momentarily lifted.]

He's well then. At least he isn't sickly for the moment. [With Jojen "well" is all about perspective.]

[video]

[summerschild]

Meera!

[Bran's face is too close to the lens, and he looks so happy that he could burst.]

We're here, Jojen and I.

[And Sansa, and Robb, and Jon, and a few others - but that's not on his mind right now. Meera is here, and he couldn't be more pleased.]

[video]

[greywater]

Bran! [Thank the gods.]

A woman had told me Jojen is here. I'm gladdened to see you are as well. [A pause.] Which ship are you on? Are you safe?

[She won't calm until she at least knows those two things.]

[summerschild]

The Blue Fish with Sansa and Robb.

[If it were possible to lean in any closer, he does. The screen is now 95% freckles.]

I've been here a year.

[greywater]

[She can't help the soft laugh at how close he is to the screen.]

A year? But I've seen you not three days ago.

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[reek]

[ Theon is on his way to the armory when he hears her call out, and if not for Jojen, he wouldn't recognize Meera as quite as quickly as he does. The mudmen had been nothing more than a whisp of a thought in the back of his head in Winterfell, but Jojen and his strange precognitions have made certain that that won't happen here.

So he recognizes Meera as one of his hostages, and even recalls thinking that she'd be pretty if she'd only dress as a lady. Still, he has no name to pair with her face. The Reed girl, he thinks, and that's all he knows. ]

It's you now, is it? Atroma really is keen on bringing the whole of Westeros here.

[ He sounds bitter, as if he believes Atroma is focusing on ruining his life and no one else's.

That's definitely how it feels. ]

[greywater]

[To say he's the last person she's expecting to see when she's beamed aboard her new ship is an understand end. Whatever relaxed stance she has is now jilted. While it took him a moment to place her, Meera knows exactly who he is. Not only is it hard to forget one's captor, but the events that followed are the reason they fled Winterfell. The North is no longer safe for them.

But he seems-- smaller without the power he held. Meera looks him over quickly from his clothes to his demeanor. Her guard isn't dropped, but if this was about Bran Stark, surely his men would have grabbed her by now. She could be haughty for it. But he isn't the reason they're there-- that much she's surmised from her time at Marsiva.

At the very least he's a familiar face-- though mayhaps not the friendliest.]

Theon Greyjoy. [She stands a little taller, longing for the feel of her spear against her back.] You were not who I was expecting to find here. Are you the captain?

[reek]

[ If she caught him just a few months earlier, he might have lied and told her that he was indeed captain. He can't bring himself to do that any longer. He's changed since then. He behaves and looks as if he's been somewhat beaten down. Despite continuing the drape himself in golden krakens, he doesn't hold himself quite as proudly, and he makes no effort to force any authority into his voice. While he isn't quite a ghost of the Theon he used to be yet, he's certainly far removed from the powerhungry gloryhound he was in Winterfell. ]

Stefan Salvatore is the captain. I'm in charge of the armory. Your brother is on another ship, as is Bran.

[ Just getting all those details out of the way. ]

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[steeledskin]

[ -- aha, here is an easy assumption to make. not least of all because of the companions she describes, but because of the northern look about her. because of her name. because of the patois with which she speaks.

stiffly: ] Lady Meera. Of Greywater Watch, I gather?

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[greywater]

You assume correctly. [There aren't very many who would know her on sight. The other girl is no Crannogman, though she's Northern just as much. Her hair gives her away. The Tully red hair is a give away, and if Jojen and Bran are here, who else would know them better than the Stark siblings.]

Lady Sansa. [Her head dips.] A pleasure to meet you.

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[steeledskin]

The pleasure is mutual. [ she watches with care. perhaps there's a minor sniff when her name is revealed -- an outdated instinctual reaction to being found out, even as she lives openly as sansa stark within the fleet. ] Your brother, Lord Jojen, has spoken so kindly of you.

Video

[greensights]

[ Jojen doesn't look like he's in the best shape, but it's certainly not the worst shape he's been in. The doom and gloom shifts just slightly for him to smile. He's missed her. ]

Meera.

[ He may still be tucked away in bed, trying whatever one of the kind doctors have offered him. It's dimmed down his fever but he still looks far too pale and tired. ]

What do you remember last?

Video

[greywater]

[Seeing him is even better than hearing that he's there. Even if he isn't in the best of shapes-- he looks okay. Her face softens, and she smiles back.]

Before the Marsiva? [There's a small pause. Jojen isn't in a good place back home, however she tries to keep them together. Bran has been busy enough with his training.] The cave. And Leaf. She gave Bran some sort of paste--

[greensights]

[ The reminder of what he left brings a grim expression over his face, one that washes away any hint that he had been pleased to see her. Not that he wasn't still, but he knows what's coming, and even if this feels like an escape he knows it's not. Robb's constant bemoaning about his own future death is an inflammatory reminder of what Jojen knows is to come.

Green eyes drift away from the screen to look past at something, distracted by his thoughts. ] We're from Bran's future, he hasn't experienced most of what we have yet; he claims that this place pulls us from the past or the future.

[ He pauses a moment. ]

What ship are you on?

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[stefanged]

[An unfamiliar voice, coupled with the all-too familiar jingle, can only mean one thing. Stefan approaches the deck with folded arms and - and his expression softens as he catches sight of his new crewmate.

He remembers that uncertainty, and the last thing he wants is to add to that discomfort.]

Hey. You just got here, right? [He gestures towards the confetti in her hair.] Fair warning: you'll see those for weeks.

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[greywater]

[Meera sticks out in contrast, wearing thick furs meant for a harsh winter. The jacket is left unbuttoned, so she doesn't fall over from heat exhaustion. Standing at ease, she's glad to come across someone when Stefan appears. Bowing gracefully, Meera gives him an eager smile.]

I did. Newly arrived from the SS Marsiva. Meera Reed, from the Neck. T'is a pleasure.

[At his gesture the girl tries to swat out some of the confetti with a light laugh. Her curls are thick though, tightly wound. Stefan is likely right that it will take at least a moon to get them out.] It is a welcome gesture. I am sure I will live.

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[stefanged]

[Oh, hello. Sudden - okay, she doesn't believe in handshakes. Stefan awkwardly mimics her bow, ending it a little too quickly.]

It's good to meet you, Meera. I'm Stefan Salvatore.

[He pauses, taking in her furs and her jackets. He's still got some of Alex's old things - she might be able to fit into those, if she were comfortable with modern wear.]

Oh, of course you will. It's just annoying, 'cause you think you're free of the confetti and then - nope. Wait. There's still some hiding in your hair.

[video]

[nedstarksbastard]

[He knows those three boys. Which follows that this girl must be--]

My lady. [Courteous as ever, Snow. His dark curls are pulled back, held in place with a spare rubber band he found somewhere, and he looks more than a little concerned. (He looks a little like his lord father.)] Your brother was looking for you. He'll be glad to hear you're here.

[video]

[greywater]

[The Starks have a knack for knowing the Reeds-- or Jojen has spoken greatly of her. Her smile is kind, and she dips her head in greeting.]

Jon Snow. [He may not have seen her, but she saw him in Queenscrown.]

I have heard the news, but it does me well to know they are both here and safe. My thanks.

[video]

[nedstarksbastard]

You're welcome. [A moment's pause, then:] What ship are you on? And what have you been told of the fleet so far?

video.

[throwsdown]

How come he only says his own name?

That seems like it'd make it real hard to talk with him...

[How do you talk about cool fight poses or your favorite kind of food???]

video.

[greywater]

[In truth she doesn't know. She had only met Hodor before they had left Winterfell.]

I am not sure. He's a kind man who understand what you are saying, but he only replies back with 'Hodor'.