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[goodandtrue]

Who: Jeyne and YOU
Broadcast: N/A
Action: SS Golden; SS Blue Fish
When: Oct 23

It hadn't been a great surprise when Jeyne had appeared suddenly on the Golden. For all of her intentions of begging to be at her husband's side, she inwardly knew that she would be placed elsewhere. For the few days she had spent on the Marsiva, as well as the brief conversations she had on her strange device, she had slowly become aware of how these Atroma intended to play. Nothing was about her comfort, it was about this show that they had brought her here for.

For her sanity, and for Robb's sake, she would need to make the best of this situation and allow herself to be moved around as a pawn once more.

She had at least been given a room of her own. For the first few days, she had wandered the ship, acquainting herself with her surroundings, but only when she wasn't with her husband. Traveling between the Golden and the Blue Fish was becoming a routine for her. While she wanted to remain with Robb, she had duties to attend to and couldn't neglect her own crew.

So mornings and evenings, she would travel between the ships, slowly become familiar with the faces she passed (even if she didn't know all of their names.)

Stepping through the sealed doors, Jeyne rested for a moment, catching her breath and regaining her composure. No matter how often she passed people or walked the distance between her ship and the Blue Fish, she still managed to become disoriented and drained.

Hearing another's approach, she forced herself back into composure, bringing a smile once more to her features. "Good day," she said, turning to greet the person that had interrupted her solitude. "Am I in your way?"

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SS Golden

[hot4engines]

"Shoot no!" Kaylee was, as usual, cheerful when she came across Jeyne while on her way to take a shuttle to the waystation once more. "Be nice to stop and chat for a bit, though. You're new here, right?"

[goodandtrue]

Kaylee's bright smile helped ease away Jeyne's exhaustion and stress, helping her relax and her own smile to become more genuine. "I am. My name is Jeyne. I think I caught a glimpse of you when I was first moved to this ship. I'm glad we finally have a chance to meet."

[hot4engines]

"Yup, I'm glad to meetcha! Jeyne's a pretty name." Not quite the same as the Jayne she knew- and, well, her Jayne was a very muscular mercenary guy who definitely wasn't the quiet type- but it still helped Kaylee feel a bit more at ease. "I'm Kaylee. I'm the mechanic here on the Golden."

[goodandtrue]

"Thank you," she replied. Kaylee was a beautiful name as well, if not a bit unusual, though she was becoming used to peculiar things in this world. "I'm personal, I think that's the term? I work as a nurse, in case you ever need one?" She laughed shyly, a bit flustered by the position and her placement among the crew.

"Have you been here for very long?"

[hot4engines]

"Oh, that's a good thing." Kaylee brightened at that, though there was a bit of a pang as she thought of Simon, too... her gorgeous doctor. "You never know when one of us might get hurt or sick. Even being in the engine room can be hazardous to your health."

Kaylee thought on that second question for a moment. "Uhhh... think it's been a month now. Gosh, it don't seem like that long."

Golden

[metachrosis]

Espio himself had largely kept to himself on the ship, though by now everyone was surely familiar with the grumpy reptile who always had a complaint about every small thing. True, he had settled down somewhat and had gone from defensively angry to merely cranky, but politeness was still out of the question.

"Don't be stupid," he grumbled. "There's more than enough room. Any particular reason you're lingering at the doorway?"

[goodandtrue]

His terse manner caught her off guard, removing the forced smile from her face. Since her arrival, the only people that Jeyne had met had been kind and understanding. It was the first occasion that she managed to run into someone in a foul temper.

She blinked in confusion, trying to formulate a polite response, even as he snapped at her. "I...I was trying to get my bearings." She said, which wasn't completely untrue. "It's all a bit overwhelming."

[metachrosis]

"You think it's overwhelming now," Espio said, shaking his head. "Just wait. And be glad you're not where I last was."

He folded his arms, leaning against the nearest wall. Now he'd found someone to grumble at, he could put off wandering the hallways for a short while. It wasn't as if he currently had anything better to do.

"You're part of our crew, aren't you? Name?"

[goodandtrue]

"Why? Where were you last? What happened?" Others had shown a level of frustration and wariness when dealing with the Atroma and this show, but she hadn't heard any true horror stories yet.

She fidgeted nervously, bracing herself for something worse than what had hardly happened so far.

"I'm Jeyne Westerling, I work as personal. Who are you?"

Blue Fish

[reek]

[ There is no real reason for Theon to be on away from he Paisley. Perhaps it's boredom, or perhaps he feels it wise to make some new attempt to force Robb to see sense--or perhaps he's just seeking another excuse to punch him in the face. Either way, he finds himself on the Blue Fish that afternoon, looking as if he hasn't had a good night's sleep in several days.

He isn't exactly the most popular person with the crew of the Blue Fish. They seldom speak to him, so when he hears someone address him, he doesn't smile. Instead, he reacts with slight suspicion. ]

No, you are not.

[ He pauses, briefly taking this woman in. There are little tellale signs that show up in all Westerosi, colors that don't wear off. Theon never noticed them before, but they've become increasingly more obvious here. Something about the way they all speak, the way they hold themselves. ]

Have you been assigned to this ship?

[goodandtrue]

[He isn't the only one that is looks poorly. Her sleep had been fitful even before she was brought to this place. The strain and stress are written plainly across her face, as she never had the inclination or pride to mask them. Worrying about Robb now and the constant vigilance she kept at his side hadn't helped matters.

She had noticed Theon wandering about, a strange sense of loss about him, even as he walked with determination. It took one broken person to recognize another, and she could see there was something haunted in his look.

His terse manner is met with a calm regard, her concern shifted from herself to another.]

No, but my husband is here. I came to visit him.

[He speaks with a particular accent...one that she can't quite place. It isn't Northern, but it isn't Southern either.]

Lord Stark? Do you know him?

[reek]

[ The suspicion does not lift from his gaze. If anything, his expression darkens. For the briefest, most fleeting moment, he has to remind himself that this girl is not the cause of Robb's death.

No, he quickly intervenes on his own thoughts. Robb's stupidity brought him to his grave. And if you hadn't been so foolish yourself, perhaps you could have stopped it.

Even with the blame securely placed back upon himself and Robb, he still can't bring himself to look kindly upon this poor girl. He sympathizes, he truly does. After all, Jeyne looks just as miserable as he does. He can only assume that she's seen more bloodshed than she ever should have, but her very presence serves as a comely, yet gut-twisting reminder that Robb is dead, and nothing Theon can say or do is ever going to serve as a worthy apology.

Still, keeping up appearances is one of Theon's biggest skill. He grins, a false smile that doesn't quite reach his eyes. ]

Lord Stark.

[ He repeats her words with a chuckle, forcing himself to look bemused. The only time he ever refers to Robb by any of his titles is when he wants to rub salt in the wound. ]

I know him well. You'll find the miserable ass holed up in his room, sure enough.

[goodandtrue]

[She was responsible, even if others told her otherwise. It was her mother that had helped to arrange the massacre, her greed and desire for status that had been the cause of Robb's death. At the heart of it, that pride was centered around Jeyne, wanting to place her in a more "prestigious" marriage with a Lannister.

Much like Theon, she carried that guilt and shame on her shoulders. She doubted that Robb would ever forgive her, if he knew the role her mother played.

She might not be able to tell when someone is deceiving her, but she could recognize a false smile and bravado, having done as much herself. He might not be pleasant and friendly, but given his earlier appearance, she didn't doubt that he was trying to get a rise out of her.

Regardless, it struck a nerve and raised that protective instinct in her. She wanted to strike him, but didn't have it in her to let out her anger in that matter.]

Don't speak of him that way, not in my presence.

I am sorely tired of anyone speaking ill of him.

SS Golden

[ranoutofluck]

There are, Han decides, way too many kids on this ship--as far as he can tell, he's the oldest member of the crew as well as one of the most experienced in journeying through space, which means that it is now his responsibility to at least keep an eye out for them all. Especially the new ones.

And this girl standing in the doorway to the ship's galley is definitely a new one, by the looks of her. Modifying one of the blaster pistols he bought from the last system to his exact preferences can wait, and so he discreetly stashes something very close to his old weapon along with a screwdriver into his jacket.

"No, I'm just standing here 'cause I like it here." His concern's not going to stop him from being annoyingly sarcastic, apparently. "What about you, you waiting for a written invitation? Go on in."

[goodandtrue]

She had caught a glimpse of him hiding something, but didn't question or wonder what it could be. With all of the strange things surrounding her, his weapon was the farthest thing from her mind.

It seemed silly to be comforted by the presence of a stranger, but the man was older and had a wry sense of humor that caught her off guard and pulled her from her thoughts. She chuckled, a bit relieved that he seemed to belong in this place and bore a measure of wisdom. Age seemed to do that.

"I need a moment," she said, a bit more firmly than she might otherwise. Given her flustered appearance, she didn't want to be pushed or viewed as weak. She had enough of that from her own family. "Traveling between the ships, it becomes a bit overwhelming."

[ranoutofluck]

It would be, he thinks, for someone who's never been anywhere like space before. He shrugs, setting his hands on his hips--the girl's a pretty strong kid, he can see that much besides her strained and flustered look, someone trying to make the best of her bad situation, trying to prove something to herself.

He wonders what she's trying to prove, then decides not to ask.

He shrugs, says, "Fine, have that moment." She seems tired enough, from appearance alone, and he can't resist the urge to give her some advice: "You don't have to make the trip so often, you know. You can stay on one ship or the other for a few days."

[goodandtrue]

She lived passively in Westeros too long and had seen the results. Had she been more proactive and strong, perhaps she could have stopped her mother from tearing apart her life. That was in the world of 'what ifs', but in this place, she at least had some form of a second chance.

She wasn't thrilled with the way it had been given to her, but it was either try to make the best of the situation or break down. As Robb was here, she needed to be strong for him, keeping to the promise that she made to Catelyn Stark.

The advice was meant kindly, his concern almost fatherly. It had been a long while since she had experienced that. "No, I can't. My husband is on another ship, asleep. Until he wakes up, I need to go to his ship."

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[bryces_pup]

Riona could admire the way she composed herself, and the speed in which she did it. As a noble herself, it was something she was far too familiar with having to do.

"No no, you're fine. I just wanted to check up on you. You look winded."

[goodandtrue]

She smiled gratefully at the sight of Riona, less ashamed by her flustered and exhausted appearance. Considering that Riona was married, she would at least understand what was going through Jeyne's mind, as well as her trouble adjusting to this place.

They barely knew each other, but Riona was safe in Jeyne's eyes.

"I feel winded," she replied. "Nothing seems to make a difference. I have tried calling his name, I talk to him, I hold his hand, but he doesn't wake. What if he never does? What if this is the only way I have him back? He's alive, but forever sleeping." The words rushed from her quickly. The anxieties she had kept to herself swept out of her, as though carried by the current.

"I am glad to see you. I needed a friendly face."

[bryces_pup]

"Jeyne." It's said kindly but sternly. "He will wake up, I swear it. No one stays in these comas forever." Not that she's heard of anyway. Of course, there's always the chance he may be sent home, but she knows better than to mention that to an already flustered woman. Besides, Jeyne will come to realize that possibility on her own, after she's been here for a time. No need to weigh her with that so soon.

"Your attempts will be fruitless, but he will awaken. If anything, he should be grateful you are kind and won't draw on his face while he's asleep."

[goodandtrue]

Jeyne forces herself to calm at Riona's gentle rebuke. She was right, she had to be right. It was too terrible to contemplate otherwise. After being separated for so long, she couldn't stomach the idea of him being just out of her reach. It did her no good to panic or confine herself to sorrow. She was sick to death of it.

"Draw on his face?" She found herself laughing suddenly, her body becoming less stiff and anxious. "Is that something that happens around here?" She had seen Jon's message on the box, but hadn't paid it any mind then.

[steeledskin]

Although she lived aboard the Blue Fish, Sansa Stark could (at times) be difficult to pin down. She wasn't a sociable creature, and she rarely made a point of introducing herself to strangers. She knew her brother's lady wife had joined them in the fleet, but she had no way to recognize her.

And yet, here aboard her ship, she fancied she could guess at the fellow Westerosi the moment she saw her. Sansa was caught in the hallway, returning to her quarters with a prim little tray of tea and biscuits.

Hesitant: "...May I help you, my lady?"

She wouldn't smile until she knew for certain.

[goodandtrue]

She looks like Lady Catelyn. The thought struck her painfully as she looked up at Sansa Stark. Jeyne had heard that Robb's sister was aboard his ship, sometimes checking on him as he slept. The thought had been comforting, but she hadn't realized that when she had the opportunity to meet the young woman, she would feel terrified.

It was different than meeting Lady Catelyn. While the matriarch had disapproved of her marriage, she had been kind and gentle. Sansa had been kept in King's Landing as a hostage, her fate uncertain now because Robb had lost parts of his army, and not long after, his life.

Shame and guilt had always been present, but never as strongly as when face faced her good sister.

Despite being Robb's wife and queen, Jeyne dipped into a low curtsy, acknowledging Sansa's higher position in both birth and standing. "Whatever my pains, they are inconsequential, Lady Stark. You are kind to be concerned for me."

[steeledskin]

Her eyes were not merely chilly -- they were shrewd, too. And Sansa took care to carefully observe every gesture and motion. "I would return your courtesy," she spoke of the curtsy, "but I fear I would lose my tea in the process." Her knuckles whitened around the tray's edge.

Sansa had never quite relaxed her manners since arriving in the fleet. They had, however, thawed considerably. What seems like a frigid reception now was downright warm when compared to her behaviour nearly a year ago -- and yet, Lady Jeyne wasn't to know that.

Her throat tightened as she asked, "are you here to visit my brother?"

[goodandtrue]

"You needn't give me any courtesy." She honestly didn't expect any. Sansa's response was what she assumed all of the Stark children would offer her. They had reason to be angry at her, for all that had happened to their family, most especially to Robb.

The chilly reception sent a shiver up her spine, forcing her to brace herself for anything more than a harsh tone.

Jeyne nodded, risking a glance at Sansa's face. "I stay with him as much as I am able." She chewed her lip thoughtfully before adding, "I was told that you are often with him as well."