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Who: Robb & you!
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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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[Robb smiles a little at her message before he remembers the conversation they had back then.]

I am glad you are.

Are you well?

[ She can't forget their last conversation either, but... ]

I'm well, thank you. How have you been, Robb? It's been a while.

[For once he is happy that he is typing his words in this box instead of standing in front of her. Despite the sleep and dying back home he can remember how he hurt her and how he messed up a perfectly good friendship.]

That is good to hear, Hermione.

I have been quite sleepy, so I have heard. To me it felt as if I have been back home, in Westeros.

[You cannot be at two places at one time. That is folly.]

[ Hermione is careful and uncertain, but - she's trying. That's what she's decided. ]

I've heard of people that have been through things like that. Have you remembered much?

I know of that as well. Lady Beverly has had it once.

To people here it is sleeping but it seems you truly return. I remember that. That I returned and stood there.

[A second message comes a bit later.]

Have I missed anything?

Maybe it's the Atroma's way for letting people live without living, or something like that.

[ Ah, well. She breathes out. ]

There was a planet, and a Halloween party.

You mean that they raise the dead? That is somewhat of a scary thought.

[Despite having a beating heart he clearly remembers that he did not return from lord Frey alive. And when he wants to type up more doubts he stops midway. Discussions about things that cannot be explained mostly did not end well. And he remembers how he has hurt her with his words.]

Did you have fun? I hope you did.

[This is totally not awkward and Robb sighs a little behind his communicator.]

Edited (i think there was some grammar herp) 2016-11-11 18:28 (UTC)

I knew that already. I meant more you go and live parts of your life before you're brought back here for some reason, as if something big might have happened that would be entertaining.

[ She had known Robb had died, after all. That had been a cause for their arguments, before the... Worse part. She had known he was dead but he was alive here. ]

It was fun! I danced and my friend even made sure there were pumpkin things for me to try. It was lovely. I wish you had been there.

I died. And I did not remember knowing of it at all. It only took a couple of minutes, but I have been sleeping for at least one whole moon.

When I returned my lady wife appeared. She is here.

[He had not planned to type that, but yet, for some reason he wants Hermione to know of it. She is his friend. Who can change into a terrifying flying beast. But still, the part where she has been a good friend has not been forgotten.]

It sounds quite entertaining. And pumpkins are quite good. Especially when you mash them and put gravy on top. Or soup with lots of chunks.

I would have liked it to dance with you.

Oh. Robb, I'm sorry. I'm glad your wife is here, though. I know you've been missing her terribly.

[ Hermione could remember from before, when he would talk so fondly of her, and she still has the letters in her bag - the ones that he wanted her to try and deliver. Maybe she ought to give them back? Maybe not. She's not sure what to do; he had such faith in her and then the reality of her magic settled in and it felt as though it was all ripped under her feet.

Still. She has to keep going. ]

We used to have them in pasties at school, and we'd drink pumpkin juice with practically every single meal.

I'd have liked to dance with you, too, Robb. Maybe you can make sure to save me one next time there's a party.

It would not have worked. All that I planned here. I hoped to remember and I knew nothing. It came over me and I did not remember anything. Not of where I have been.

It is not the worst afterlife.

[He remembers he gave her letters and he wonders if she still has them. He had tried to put trust in her magic back then but it all fell through.

In a way he regrets it and doesn’t like it that he lied about such a thing.]

That sounds rather good. [And it makes his stomach growl a little.] I will, definitely. It would be good to see you again.

[And maybe try to address that huge elephant in the room.]

Maybe not, but there might still be another way. It's never too late to give up home.

[ She has them. She keeps everything given to her anyway, but these... These are important. Special. Unique.

She's not going to give them away. ]

Winn said he might try and make me some, so I'll save some for you.

I'm always here, Robb.

[ When he's ready. ]

Mayhaps. I do not expect it. But I will keep your written words in mind.

[Robb knows he needs to look beyond everything he knows and everything that will happen to him.]

I would like to see you soon again, if you will it.

[Because it is her choice. He hurt her badly.]

Pumpkin food or not.

[A pause until the next message comes.]

:-)

I'm glad to hear it. More people ought to take my advice.

[ Which isn't completely true, but, heck. ]

All you have to do is ask, Robb. I don't mind making the trip over.

They do not listen to you?

[A small minute later:]

I would like it to see you again. I know we need to speak about some matters but I would like to ask you if we can do that at another time. When I feel less tired.

[And when his head stops aching and when lord Bolton’s voice has finally stopped echoing inside his head.]

They tend to think my advice is a little bit too conservative for them.

[ Because she obeys the rules. Mostly. Ahem. ]

Of course, Robb. Any time you like, I don't mind.

[ They can deal with the hard parts later. ]

They should at least pay attention to it, instead of waving it away because it is not to their liking.

[Robb has always tried to hear out the opinions of all his men. He listens, exactly how his father has told him to do when he was younger and being trained to become Winterfell’s next lord.]

We could bake these pumpkin cakes. I am not quite good at baking, but it is said that I am quite good at eating things.

They do pay attention, sometimes. They just don't take it to heart as often as they ought to.

[ Oh... Her heart softens a little and she's quick to send her message back. ]

I'm not an amazing cook, not really, but I learned a few things in the Drabwurld. We could work it out together.

People can be quite stubborn.

[He smiles at her last message.]

Absolutely! Two can get more work done than one. And it could very well be that together we possess the knowledge to cook a decent meal.

Or cakes.

You don't have to tell me twice.

[ Even if she knows she can be as bad as the rest of them, sometimes, when the situation calls for it. ]

I was the one that had to cook when I travelled around with some of my friends, and I think I did an okay job considering. Maybe we can figure it all out when we find some way to get decent supplies on board.

[He himself is one of the most stubborn people he knows and he smiles a little at this exchange of messages.

He has some good friends here...]

I have never cooked. I have scrubbed the dishes at times together with the kitchen maids but I have never truly made food. I can skin rabbits and pluck poultry.

The markets could help and some keep gardens. Do you have a garden on your ship?

I'm definitely going to find us a cookbook, then. We'll have to get together a few times to see if we can make our way through it.

I don't have one on my ship, no, but I take care of one I made on the Iskaulit.

Our garden is rather small. But our cold box is always full of everything you need. The fridge. The refrigerator. Where they keep winter inside.

I am not sure if we have a cook book. I will look out for one.

Let me know when you wish to meet up. It would be good to see you again.

I'm sure I can make some space in my garden on the Iskaulit if we want to grow anything. But, yes, we have the fridges and freezers and I think I can help preserve things.

[ With magic, but - she's not going to say that. ]

Any time you like, Robb. I'm not particularly busy these days.

That sounds like a good plan. We could bake many and give it to others. And enough for us to eat as well.

I will contact you about the right time.

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