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driftfleet2016-10-23 04:55 pm
goodandtrue) wrote in driftfleet2016-10-23 04:55 pm
[001 🐚 Action]
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?"
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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Even if he was harsh, he was at least honest and that meant a great deal more than sweet words.
"I don't believe I caught your name? I'm Jeyne." She offered him her hand.
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He takes her hand, gives it a firm shake, then lets go. "Han Solo," he says. "I'm the pilot." A little half-smirk. "One out of two here, you'll meet Espio around soon enough if you haven't already." He waves a hand to the ship's galley around them, which is--kind of pitiful, honestly, there's not much besides sticks and gels. "Anyone give you the tour yet?"
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"I haven't met Espio yet," she pronounced the name slowly, hoping that she was saying it correctly. "I'm personnel. I'll be working as a nurse for the ship." However much that meant. She hadn't met the maester yet and imagined they were more skilled than she was. "No, but I should like one."