driftfleet | Excuse You I Had Vows to Keep

Who: Katie and you!
Broadcast: Yes!
Action: Vanquish / Iskaulit
When: Today!

[Last thing Katie remembers is literally dragging a troll's battleaxe through a town on the verge of rioting, a large collection of stray cats nipping at her heels. (Look, life is complicated. Don't ask.)

Waking up to absolute stillness after that? Disconcerting, to say the least.

There's a dreamcatcher above the bed she's lying on, crafted with familiar wool and laced with magic, and it's the familiarity that pulls at her memory before she rolls over to see a collection of woolen dolls. That she crafted, she remembers suddenly. She'd forgotten. When did she--?

Then she's out the door and into the hallway, wide-eyed and disoriented.] No, no, no--

[It's the Fleet. Worst possible timing, oh my god. Or someone's god, anyway. You can find her in the halls or in the blanket fort, much beloved and missed cat winding around her ankles as she... starts pulling the blankets down and folding them neatly into a pile. Goddammit.]

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[And much later, a video broadcast, cheerful British accent warped slightly by a little American influence--]

Ask me no questions and I'll tell you no lies. Do we still have a theatre? A fox park? If all else fails, I suppose people would consider me old enough to drink for once. [It's not a familiar face, except for the same bright green eyes.] I have all the time in the world to waste, and I'm new. Tell me where I can waste it?

[She'll be on the Iskaulit anyway, trying to match old-new memories with what she finds and feeling more than a little displaced. Find her pretty much anywhere. Later, she'll head out to the hotel and the planet, but that's a different post.]

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Hunting? [ she doesn't hunt. of course she doesn't hunt. but -- ] Katie. Do you hawk?

[ sansa goes hawking. ]

[That strikes her for a moment, and she blinks. She has been hawking. Just once. A noble pursuit. But generally--]

Birds tend to be frightened of me. I imagine if I ever try hawking, I wouldn't be very good at it.

Have you?

Yes. It was one of the few pursuits I truly enjoyed while in the capitol -- riding out to the kingswood. Although I never had a hawk of my own, and had to borrow one from Lady Margaery. [ ... ] Have you met her? She's here in the fleet, as well.

I'm not sure. But it's been a long while for me; I hope I haven't done the lady the disservice of forgetting her. [Lightly.]

I would think watching others in such a practice would be interesting enough. Are the two of you close?

[Do you trust her?]

She is a dear friend no matter our circumstances.

[ yes. perhaps not to the very ends of the earth -- but to a point? she trusts her very much. ]

[Good to know.]

Is the Lady Margaery a noble like you?

Nobler still, some might say.

[ coyish. ]

Then I'm surrounded by fair and gracious company. [It amuses Katie on some level to realise she also qualifies as noble these days. That being said, her particular rank holds no joy and doesn't measure up to actual ladies of the court.] I shall have to be on my best behaviour.

She will be a queen. In time. Although she remains kind and caring.

As all queens should be. If she considers you a friend, I imagine that's rather good fortune.

-- As you say. Yes.

[ suddenly noncommittal. vague. devoid of honesty. ]

[Hmm. Well, it's not like Katie was being honest, either.]

Look after yourself, Sansa. Should you fall short, I would be a little unhappy.

Excuse You I Had Vows to Keep

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