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[kingofbadlifechoices]

Who: Robb & you!
Broadcast: to all
Action: to all / people who are on the Blue Fish
When: 2nd of November

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My name is Robb Stark.

I wish to know if those who know me are still here.

You have my thanks.


On the Blue Fish
[After waking up Robb does not stay inside his bed for long. He can be seen walking towards the showers, followed by a trip towards the kitchen because he is hungry enough that he can eat an entire horse. He is also thirsty enough that he can drink an entire river.

After that he goes to visit his siblings to check up on them, knocking their doors to see if they are still on this ship.

He has a hammering headache and finds it difficult to determine how he feels. From the second he woke up until now it feels as if he has been slammed into a wall. He had not expected his lady wife to be here all of a sudden and he is somehow scared to hope for some sort of future together here.

After eating he can be found inside the weaponry, doing his duty as if nothing has really changed. As if he isn’t anything else but a corpse back home while lord Bolton’s bloody words keep echoing in the back of his mind.]

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[nedstarksbastard]

[Jon's been entertaining thoughts of what, exactly, would cause Robb to summon him to the Blue Fish on such a short notice, especially after so long asleep. The likeliest possibility is--well. The wedding, which Jon had hoped his brother would never remember. Even just hearing about it had been a blow to Robb, and Jon had been hoping that Robb might not ever truly know what it was like to die.

Not the way Jon knows.

But now here they are, and now here Jon is, knocking on Robb's door and hoping for the best. Beside him is Ghost, growing at a somewhat slower rate than before.]

Robb? It's me. [A beat, then:] I brought Ghost.

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[kingofbadlifechoices]

[After Jeyne has left he has spend his time with staring at the ceiling while making careful plans for his life here. Her appearance had given him a bit of hope. Not all was lost.. Still, it would take a while until all the memories had gone, until he would be able to step away from everything that had happened in lord Frey’s hall. It annoyed him that lord Bolton’s voice kept ringing in his head, reminding him of what was coming time and time again. He never knew blades could feel so cold.

The soft knock on his door make him snap out of it, eyes widening a little.]

You may enter. The both of you.

[His own direwolf is sleeping on his bed. He has grown a little over time and his fur was becoming a little lighter, more brown than grey. Slowly he moves off the bed, rubbing his eyes a little.

Of all people he wanted to see Jon the most.]