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driftfleet2016-09-30 08:31 pm
greywater) wrote in driftfleet2016-09-30 08:31 pm
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001 ✥ And if you're still breathing, you're the lucky ones
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.]
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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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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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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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.
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It could be worse. I've found other things in my hair. [After traveling for months by foot, sleeping on the ground, the things she has found are far worse than confetti.]
Besides it will make me think more of your distaste for it. [And that would make her laugh when she finds one. Though for the time, she tries to shake some out. All it does is make her curls bounce a bit, some pieces falling to her shoulders.]
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I'm your Captain, by the way. Also your medic, should you need any medical care while you're here. [He sure hopes not, though. He's not exactly thrilled about the idea of taking care of someone so soon after the whole dragon incident earlier this month.] So uh, there's anything I can help you with, just let me know.
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Would you mind showing me around then? If it's not too much to ask-- I'm sure you must be busy.
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[Or whichever empty room she'll claim as hers; Stefan sees very little point in distinguishing between the two right now.]
Where would you like to go first?
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I already have loads to catch up since I've never been in this kind of ship. I've really only worked with metal for weapons.
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[Stefan's also hideously biased towards his bro. Not that it's necessarily a bad thing, given Kirito's skill with computers. The tour isn't super long, either. The Paisley's not big enough for that: he starts off with the deck, indicating the pilot's seat, before moving along towards the med bay (Stefan's favorite!), the weapons room, the kitchen, and Loki's office. The engine room's the last, mostly because he figures she'd want to spend time here.
Unlike every other room, though, he lingers by the doorway, allowing her to take her time. After all, she's an engineer. She ought to see where she'll be working.]
And uh, this is your space. I'm sure you and Kirito can work out whatever you need to.
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She follows him around, making not of the different areas of the ship. Mostly staying quiet, Meera pipes up a few times. It is still all so very new, but she doesn't seem overwhelmed by it-- even knowing Theon is on the same ship. Instead she tries to focus on her new home. At the very least her Captain is kind. That could go a long way, especially for someone who values loyalty and already comes from a feudal background.
Once at the engine room, she takes a deep breath, but then smiles. This will certainly be interesting. One hand on her hip, the Crannogman turns back to look at Stefan.]
My thanks for seeing me around.
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I'm usually in the med bay or kitchen if you need me, and uh, even if I'm not around? I'm always a phone call away.
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[He needs taste-testers, after all! His Jordanian roots can only account for so much in the cooking department.]
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I should like that bar better than visiting you for medical reasons. [Plus he seemed kind as any man of authority should be. Should being a keyword, but he at the very least seems genuine.]
It would actually greatly appreciate a cooked meal. Aside from game over an open fire, I've not had once in some time.
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Stefan blinks back surprise, immediately standing straighter. He knew that her world wasn't much like his - it was obvious from her demeanor - but to not have properly cooked food??]
Okay, um - we're gonna fix that. I know this can get overwhelming, but as soon as you're ready? Come back to the kitchen. We've still got some leftover meat, and I've been told I'm pretty good.
[Okay, he's amazing, but details.]
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An hour should be sufficient if you're not otherwise engaged.
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[He nods, turning towards the door,] Oh, and any allergies I should be aware of?
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Thank you-- [Meera says quickly, not wanting to forget to thank him.]
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I won't complain about that.