Little Blue Fishies

[alwayscomeback]

Who: Blue Fish and visitors!
Broadcast: MAYBE!
Action: The Blue Fish
When: All of November

[Do the mingling thing, peeps]

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Jeyne Westerling | OTA - Visiting

[goodandtrue]

[It was becoming a routine to shift between the Golden and the Blue Fish. Early mornings and nights were spent on her husband's ship, while most of the day was spent on her own, carrying out her duties and responsibilities. However, it was not uncommon for her to find her way back to the Blue Fish when there was a lull during the day.

She can often be found exploring the halls and getting a feel for the ship. More often than not, she is in the kitchen practicing how to cook. There has been mild improvement, her food doesn't turn out raw anymore. Yet it's still a hurdle to try and keep it from being burnt.

Every time her latest attempt begins to smoke, she'll mutter an oath beneath her breath and smack the machine in contempt.] Seven hells! Why won't you work?!

[She can at least make tea and offers to do so to anyone who enters the kitchens, excited for the chance to create something that doesn't taste awful.]

[save_the_souls]

[Allen's seen this girl in the halls as she wanders around or goes to visit Robb, but he's never had a chance to talk to her. Nor has he seen any additions to the crew's roster, so when he sees her practicing in their kitchen? He'll poke his head in with mild curiosity]

Something wrong?

[goodandtrue]

[She nearly drops her plate in surprise, looking up at Allen with a sheepish expression, as though she were an intruder...which she sort of is.]

No matter how many times I am shown how to work these machines, I still manage to forget.

[save_the_souls]

[He smiles politely at that. Because hey, he has manners]

Ah, I see.

I understand. It takes time to get used to them. Would you like help?

[goodandtrue]

I would love that, thank you. Maybe this time it will stick in my head?

I'm Jeyne.

[save_the_souls]

[He gives a nod] Allen. Nice to meet you, Jeyne.

And alright, what is it that you'd like to eat?

[goodandtrue]

I was trying to cook this... [she waved her hand at a plate of soft solid paste.] Or is it served cold?

[save_the_souls]

Ha... well, warm's a little better with that...but not by much.

[Yeah sorry Jeyne it's going to suck either way]

But the best way to heat it up is with the microwave!

[goodandtrue]

That's disheartening.

[She figured that it was going to be bad either way. All she could do is wait to get used to the taste.]

The what?

[save_the_souls]

The microwave!

[He gestures at it]

You put food in it, and it heats it up! Like an oven, but without fire!

[goodandtrue]

[She picks up the plate, hesitantly placing it in the microwave.

Once it is heated, she beams at him, pleased.]

Forgive me, I have been rather rude. I'm Jeyne.

[save_the_souls]

There you go!

[He smiles, proud of her]

It's alright- I'm Allen. The first mate on this ship. I take it you know Robb?

[goodandtrue]

It is nice to meet you, given the circumstances.

[Everyone on the Blue Fish was so kind. It was honestly a relief from what she expected from this world.

The mention of Robb earns a bright grin from her, a soft glow resonating about her features.]

He's my husband!

[dancingmd]

[If you're making coffee or tea, Beverly will undoubtedly find her way to you.

... though that burnt smell might be drawing her as well. She enters the kitchen looking a little alarmed at first, but her expression soon relaxes when she sees nothing is actually on fire. But... who is this? Her brow furrows.]

Do you need some help?

[goodandtrue]

[She was still trying to memorize the different faces on board the ship, as well as learn the names. As much time as Jeyne spent on the Blue Fish, she still felt somewhat like an outsider.

She smiled sheepishly at the woman, nearly dropping her plate as the heat burned her fingers.]

I think I'm a bit beyond help now. This is my third attempt.

[dancingmd]

[Beverly's eyes zero in on that plate drop. She steps closer, holding her hands out. Her tone is gentle but insistent.]

Let me see your hands. Did you burn yourself?

[goodandtrue]

[She glanced at her hands. They were red and looked angry, but there were no signs of anything more than a minor burn.]

I need a bit of cool water, I think.

[She offered her hands to Beverly to inspect.]

[dancingmd]

[Beverly nods, agreeing with Jeyne’s assessment.]

Nothing worse, thankfully. I’ll get the pot for you.

[She slips on a pair of oven mitts to move the pot away from the stove.]

I'm Dr. Crusher by the way. I don't believe we've met.

[goodandtrue]

[She flushed in embarrassment.]

I should have known better. It's rather stupid of me not to at least find something to cover my hands with.

[She is quick to learn other things, but cooking was where she was a bit of a dunderhead? It was a bit ridiculous and frustrating to discover that about herself.]

No, though I think that I have heard your name in passing. I'm Jeyne Westerling...er, "Lady Stark".

[She wasn't a widow here.]

[dancingmd]

[Her eyebrows go up almost imperceptibly at that name.]

Stark, hmm? Another relation of Robb and Sansa's then?

[goodandtrue]

Yes.

[Her face turns as red as her hands.]

Robb is my husband and Sansa is my good-sister.

[dancingmd]

[Beverly's face, on the other hand, completely lights up.]

Robb never told me he was married!

[goodandtrue]

He didn't? He seems to vary in who he has told.

[Though the reason was understandable.]

You are friends with him?

[dancingmd]

[In truth, Robb hasn't told her much of anything. Most of what she knows of Westeros came from Bran.]

I'd like to think so. I care about him a great deal.

[goodandtrue]

[It's not much of a shock. Robb is very taciturn. She's often more surprised when he has shared elements of his past with others, rather than not.]

It helps to know that he had those that cared about him in this place. Have you been here as long as he has?