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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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I believe the rosters aboard your ship and the others are usually up to date. Are you feeling well again?

[Nope. Nothing awkward here. Thank the seven for text, really.]

[ her door is closed, but when the knock sounds she is quick to take to her feet and set aside the hard-bound book she'd been reading. sansa tucks it neatly beneath her pillow and (straightening her slippers, first) she hurries to the door.

ever cautious, she lays her ear against the metal. ] Who's there?

[ Theon wastes no time on Robb's network post. The moment he sees it, he abandons his work in his own ship's armory and makes his way over to the Blue Fish. The information he's been burdened with is something that Robb has earned the right to know in person, regardless of the ever-growing distance between them.

He lets himself in the armory and before Robb can even react, he holds up a hand to silence him. ]

Spare me your arguments. I need to speak to you. If you've any wisdom at all, you'll listen to me.

[Riona's making some tea when she hears someone shuffle heavily into the kitchen. Frowning, she turns around, and immediately her frown brightens into surprise when she sees who it is.]

Robb! Maker's breath, you're finally awake.

[Immediately she goes to the refrigerator and pulls out some food.]

I'll make you a sandwich and some tea! But before that: have you heard? Your wife is here, Robb. She came while you were sleeping.

[Sokka's been waiting for Robb to wake up, even more so now he knows Jeyne is in the Fleet. He's honestly happy, and is delighted at the prospect for Robb to get even the slightest bit of goodness in his existence again. The guy deserves it.

He's in the kitchen, because of course he is, and looks up happily at Robb's entrance. ]

Hey you! Welcome back to being awake.

[Allen was sitting in the kitchen, going through another round of paperwork provided by Sokka as he eats his breakfast. When Robb steps in, he looks up and gives a smile of relief]

Ah, good morning, Robb! It's good to see you awake again!

The communicating box says so as well. I am glad everyone is still here. In one piece, that is.

Apparently I have been sleeping for a while, my lady.

[Nope, absolutely not awkward.]

[Robb smiles when he hears the sound of someone moving around behind the door and that smile only broadens when he finally hears Sansa’s voice.]

It’s me. Robb.

[There is obvious relief in his voice. Thank the gods they did not send Sansa home...]

[Robb should’ve expected Theon to come. Yet he still did not so imagine all the eye rolling going on.]

Aye that you are a turncloak. I know of that. [He snaps. Hand or not, Robb does not allow Theon to silence him from the bat...as if he were a small child.

But eventually he sits back, still a little pale from all the sleep he has been getting.]
But it is said that I am a wise man. I will hear you out.

[The words are spoken with another firm roll of his eyes. Theon Greyjoy is full of absolute shit.]

[Robb smiles a small, tired smile in response.]

It seems that I am, yes. I must say that I do feel a little stiff. Apparently the featherbed is not as comfortable as I thought.

[He doesn't speak about how he has been going home and what has happened.]

I would like that, thank you. [After a nod he moves to sit in one of the chairs.] I know. When I woke up she sat next to me. [He still cannot entirely believe it.]

It is kind of Atroma to send her to me.

[ She's anxious, absolutely, but... ]

I'm still here.

Your Grace. [There are always formalities. Though what does one call a dead King, she isn't sure.]

We have not had the pleasure to meet, but our fathers were well acquainted, and I know your younger brother quite well. My name is Meera Reed of the Neck.

A wise man. That's what they're calling you now?

[ Theon rolls his eyes as well, but he forces himself not to carry on with the japes and mockery. Not right now, at least. If he doesn't say what he has to say now, this might devolve into a punching match before he has an opportunity.

I'll be quick, then, so that you might actually live up to the wisdom people shockingly believe you have. The fall that crippled your brother wasn't an accident. He was pushed from that tower by Jaime Lannister. He told me as much himself.

Edited 2016-11-03 20:13 (UTC)

Is it your first time in such a state or no? I have only experienced it once myself.

[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.

[Robb cannot help a bit of a smile when he sees his captain in the kitchen.]

Thank you, captain Sokka.

[He chuckles softly.]

I does not surprise me to see you here. Is there something left for me inside the cold box?

[In a way it is good to see everyone again. These faces had become more familiar than the ones he has left behind.]

I woke up a couple of hours ago. [He smiles and nods, still a little tired.] Have I been out of it for a long time?

[It is still a little strange to hear he has been asleep while it feels as if he has been going home instead.]

[Robb smiles a little at her message before he remembers the conversation they had back then.]

I am glad you are.

Are you well?

Robb will do fine, lady Reed.

I have heard of that through your brother and Bran himself.

[After a pause a second message comes.]

It is not wise to venture beyond the wall. I truly hope Bran is safe there. I fear the worst.

Better that than to be called a Turncloak. Or to be a Greyjoy in general. I understand that that must be a burden to you.

[Couldn’t Theon just stay away, really? Robb lacks the energy to deal with him and it shows on his face.

And when he hears that he utters a frustrated sort of sound.]

And what do you want me to do about that? Kill the Kingslayer?! [Finally he rises.] Or...mayhaps I can take King’s Landing and behead him!

My lady mother let him go and I am dead.

[Robb moves both hands through his hair.]

Gods be good why do you come here to tell me that, Theon?! [He starts to rub his face.] I think we have already established that we hate one another. Why would you want to push that any further?

[He gives a nod]

About a month now, it's early November now.

[He does love the kitchen. It's his favourite room in the whole ship. ]

Of course. Couldn't let you wake up hungry without anything to chow down on, could I?

Hey, Robb. [Soft smile.] Still here. Still know you. How're you doing?

[ robb! ear to the door, still, she smiles. robb is awake! she takes a moment to breath through her relief, and then lets the door open so she can usher him directly into her room. ]

How good it is to see you up, and walking. [ she reaches for his hands. ]

[ He would love to stay away, to put an end to this and be free of the frustration of trying to speak to Robb. He can't, though. If he'd never allowed himself to grow fond of the Starks, it would be easier, but it's too late for that now. ]

Seven hells, how can you still be this dense?

[ His eyes darken and his teeth clench, his voice rising as he bristles like a cat. He's trying his hardest not to physically lash out, but Robb's stubbornness is making it very difficult. ]

How many times do I have to knock you around before I finally get it through your head? I have never hated you. I never even claimed to dislike you, thick as you may be. Think me a viper, think me a turncloak, I don't care anymore.

[ Regardless, he steps forward and grabs Robb by the collar, teeth gritted. He really does care. He cares a lot, but his focus right now is to get Robb to listen to him. ]

But when I bring you this information, I expect you to heed it well. Everything about Arya, everything about Ramsay Snow and Winterfell, and now Bran. You would know none of it without my word. Does your death suddenly stop you from caring about your brothers and sisters?

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