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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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But his persistence is expected, and her face turns back to a deep frown.] You're here now. We can do whatever we like for the time we have here. I won't hear anything else, Jojen Reed. There's no war, there's no three-eyed raven here, and Bran is safe. The Starks are safe, and that is what matters. That is what we can do. That's what I'm going to do.
[There's no denying that whatever he sees comes to pass, but their existences are different here. If she knew that Robb was dead that would be the best example, but for now she won't think about what he's saying. Everyone dies, and it's understandable what he's going through, but she won't have him making himself worse for it. Not when none of them know when they could be returning.]
All you need to worry about it yourself. I can handle Theon Greyjoy, but he poses no threat. [She may not trust him, but at this point he is the least of his worries.]
I am more concerned with you if you are not eating again.
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He stays silent and still as she speaks, his own frown souring his face. Mossy green eyes blink a few times when his first and last name are used in such a tone that he knows as her annoyed sister tone. Often it's a tone that he aggressively tries to avoid because he finds her annoyance annoying, just as though she finds him annoying at times. No doubt a symptom of kinship. ]
Because we're not in Westeros doesn't mean that any of us are safe. [ That's a foolish thought. But he simply frowns a bit deeper. ] What do you want to do? [ It's a fair question, she says she'll spend her time how she likes, but he doesn't know how that is, at least not on a spaceship.
Ah, there's a moment when his eyebrows tug together and his gaze falls away from the feed and towards something off screen -- soup, soup that has gone cold and only lost a couple bites. He hasn't felt hungry. ] You do not need to worry.
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She sighes heavily, eyes looking down for half a moment. She doesn't want to fight, but if one thing can rile her up, it's her little brother.]
I will always worry, Jojen. Always.
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The sentiment causes his expression to soften. ] As I will always worry about you. When you settle in and find a shuttle over, I will show you the First Breath and we can eat.
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I will ask my captain about a shuttle as soon as I can. I promise to see you soon.
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The expression he wears is impassive, but there's something of a crack in the surface that lets out just the slight bit of hopefulness. ] If you have any questions I can answer them.
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I'll keep it mind. I could use a lot of catching up on-- [Everything, really. But she brightens up at the idea.] This whole place.