[003 🐚 Action]

[goodandtrue]

Who: Jeyne and YOU!
Broadcast: N/A
Action: S.S. Blue Fish
When: Feb 5th

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With the newly upgraded kitchen, it became important to Jeyne to improve her cooking and make an effort to create dishes that the rest of the crew could enjoy. While she was still struggling with meats, she had learned to bake without actually burning or under cooking her creations. Perhaps for the first time in all of her attempts, the kitchen was filled with the delicious smell of cookies. She grinned down at her work, nearly bursting with pride.

At the sight of a figure lingering in the doorway, she smiled up at them. "Would you like one?"


[Closed to Beverly]

After having seen to her chores and provided lunch for the crew, Jeyne finally acted on her impulse and made her way to the med bay. Beverly had promised long ago to help her and provide her answers that she needed. Fear had kept her away, not wishing to learn how cruel her mother could be, even to her own blood. Or frustration that, even though she had hope, she was wrong in her belief and truly was barren.

She forced away all thoughts as she found Beverly, wringing her hands nervously. "My lady?" She asked hesitantly, her heart racing in her chest. "Is this a poor time to ask a favor?"


[Closed to Robb]

Later in the afternoon, all of her work and spent attention had left her exhausted. Having retreated to the room she shared with Robb, Jeyne stretched out on the bed to nap. Her sleep was restless, filled with dreams and memories that always seemed to appear when Robb wasn't in bed beside her. The others had gone off to the system, stocking up on supplies and other things, but she found little need to leave the ship. All she needed, she had already.

Robb had been among those disembarking. By the time she woke, she hoped that she would see him in the room again, perhaps with something sweet for them to share.

She stirred as she heard the door shut. Sitting up in bed, Jeyne rubbed her eyes, surprised to see her husband with a sour look on his face. "Robb?"

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[alwayscomeback]

The smell of food will always call Sokka, as if by magic. He could be on a completely different ship and somehow still know that food was happening. As such, the smell of delicious cookies brings their valiant captain to the kitchen, eyes wide, a grin on his face.

"They smell amazing, Jeyne! Did you make these?"

[goodandtrue]

He could be so boyish, as eager and excited as her younger brother when he heard there were treats being made in the kitchen. Jeyne grinned at her captain, beckoning him closer.

"I did!" She plucked a few of the still hot cookies from the tray and placed them on a plate for him. "It's chocolate chip! I didn't know there was something called chocolate until coming here!"

[alwayscomeback]

He sure did love his food, there could be no denying that at all. He moves into the kitchen, taking a good strong smell of the baked goodness. He plucks one up, taking a bite- appreciative noises abound.

"It's so good! You've got really great at this," he smiles. "There isn't chocolate where I come from, either. Not even in the big cities in the Earth Kingdom and Fire Nation."

[goodandtrue]

"It took a bit of practice, but I think I finally managed to understand how the oven works." So many knobs and dials. At least it had become familiar and no longer this intimidating, complicated puzzle.

"It's very addictive." She laughed, taking a cookie for herself. She deserved at least one. "I'll need to learn what the crew enjoys eating best so I can begin learning the recipe."

[alwayscomeback]

"Now, no dish will be able to better you- Jeyne the oven-slayer."

Please don't actually slay their oven, they will literally die.

"Well, at least I'm easy. If it counts as meat, I'll love it with all my heart and soul."

[kingofbadlifechoices]

Robb had hoped she'd be asleep when he enters their bedchambers. He hoped he could take some clothes in silence. He hoped he could postpone this entire conversation all up until the moment his anger would have been gone.

But the sound the door makes behind him is too hard and before he knows it he is looking into the sleepy face of his lady wife. He loves that face more than anything in the world and that is what makes it so very painful. Maybe it are these modern lifestyles that messes everything and everyone up.

"Go back to sleep," he hears himself say. "I need to gather some of my belongings."

His body feels stiff when he moves. The same thing he felt when he found his squires murdered.

[goodandtrue]

She blinked, uncertain that she had heard him correctly. Her dreams had been poor, but she could not ever imagine hearing something so painful as what he said. "What?" She asked, sitting on the edge of the bed as she looked towards. He didn't seem to want to face her, cold and distant.

It was such a contrast to earlier in the day when they had passed the morning so pleasantly. The events of the attack had pushed her to forget the disagreement that had in the hull and the things he said to her that seemed so unwarranted and cruel. She had been so relieved that he was well that she was willing to forgive him anything.

Yet now he had suddenly shifted back towards disapproval. What did she supposedly do this time?

"Why do you need to gather your belongings? This is our room."

[kingofbadlifechoices]

"I will be staying at my mother's chambers for a while."

Robb picks up the leather breeches he came with and a woollen tunic. Some clothes that remind him of what he has left behind. As if he has to look less modern around his mother. A large frown appears on his face when he remembers the sight of her almost kissing that man. Looking at him and knowing what she was doing. The behaviour has been out of place, not like her at all. The Jeyne he knows is sweet, warm and lovely.

But these times are different. It changes everything. Robb is tired of changes, he is tired of all of this.

"I have let the captain know I will resume my work here when needed."

[goodandtrue]

"Why?" Her voice falters at the implication. He was leaving her side, he was staying away from their room and their bed. For what purpose? Was he punishing her further for her jealousy? First he calls her pig headed and this? It was such a turn around for her normally level headed husband. He never treated her like this before.

She was up on her feet, pulling away a pair of the breeches that he was reaching for. Her eyes locked on him, frightened and amazed. They bickered before, but never to this extent. He had never been cold of heart, yet that was all he seemed to her now.

"You don't need to do this, Robb. Tell me what I have done?" She couldn't think of what it might be. "I'm your wife! I belong at your side!"

[kingofbadlifechoices]

"You know why! You know that Jeyne!"

He pinches the bridge of his nose and frowns deeply. Because it hurts. And trying to put it into perspective by thinking of how it had to hurt for her when he told her about Kitty does not help.

"Gods, I swear...do not make me speak of it again! I know I have been in the wrong with Kitty! I do not even bloody know anymore how to mend this..."

Robb shakes his head and he can feel tears sting behind his eyes. The last thing he wants is to cry in front of her.

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[steeledskin]

Often times, Sansa could be found in her 'office' -- she treats it as a solar, these days. She meditates or she sews. Today she does the latter with a hoop and a piece of fabric. She's fitting it into an embroidery frame and planning her next piece. But when inspiration eludes her, she passes by the kitchen for a cup of tea.

And that's where she finds Jeyne and her cookies. Sansa pauses -- admires the work -- and asks: "Are they for some occasion?"

[goodandtrue]

Jeyne grinned at the sight of Sansa, beckoning her over. "No, not at all. I changed my augment recently to become a cook. I thought that I would practice to make sure I don't continue to burn everything. The crew wouldn't be pleased."

She put a cookie on a plate, offering it out to her good-sister. "How is your arm?"

[steeledskin]

"Better, thank you."

She pressed her lips together -- weighing her options -- and fell on the side of accepting the cookie. Sansa snapped it gingerly in half and nibbled on a corner. Oh, it was nice. She smiled.

"You've improved," she offers her verdict. It was easy to remember the attempt at lemon-cakes from a few weeks ago.

[goodandtrue]

It was a relief that they were being well received. It felt as though a puzzle had finally been solved for her. It was all clear.

"Perhaps now I can make you lemon cakes that are actually consumable?" What she had made last time was a bit of an embarrassment, but she had been eager to please her good-sister.

"Is there anything else you enjoy? I am trying to learn the dishes that the crew prefers."

[steeledskin]

"There is one thing, Jeyne, but I fear it won't be easy to recreate."

But there was a kind of excitement vibrating through her words even as it dawned on her that she might be able to make requests.

[dancingmd]

"Jeyne!" Beverly looks up at her visitor with a bright smile. She was in the midst of filling out request forms for more medication from Atroma, to make up for all that they had used up after the attacks, but she always has time for her crewmates. "No, of course not. Please, sit!"

[goodandtrue]

She was still reeling from the fight with Robb and his unwavering belief that she was untrue. The strain was written on her face, showing only her exhaustion and feeling of defeat. At least one matter could be seen to and give her hope, even if the most important part of her life was now divided by a rift. She wasn't even sure it could be repaired.

"We had spoken before about you determining my fertility. Would it be possible to do so now?"

[dancingmd]

Beverly's smile fades when she sees Jeyne's expression. Something has gone wrong. Her brow furrows. "We can, yes. It won't take more than a minute."

[goodandtrue]

It wasn't something she could talk about yet. She needed good news, a bit of hope in the face of all this pain. "What do I do? Do you need me to do something?"

[dancingmd]

She shakes her head. "No, you don't have to do anything. Just wait one moment while I get the tricorder, all right?" Jeyne gets another concerned look before Beverly stands up to fetch the tricorder, stored in a cabinet nearby.

Flipping the tricorder open, Beverly comes to stand next to Jeyne. "Are you sure you're ready?"

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[reek]

[ This is Theon’s first time traveling to another ship since returning to the fleet. Some healing has been in order, both physically and mentally, before he could make those steps.

He shakes his head, hanging back in the doorway. He still looks ghostly with his white hair and missing fingers, but his health has visibly improved over the span of the last month. He isn’t so skeletal anymore, he no longer shudders with every breath, and there’s even some color coming back to his face. ]

I came to thank you.

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[goodandtrue]

[She wiped her hands clean and moved to join him in the doorway, open concern written on her features. She hadn't seen him since his return, but she had worried for him.

The argument with Robb had lead her mind to drift towards Theon. She had tried to bury her feelings in baking, but seeing Theon only returned them to the forefront.]

Thank me? For what?

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[reek]

[ His spirits haven’t been raised terribly high, but he seems to be doing well enough. He’s had a great many things to dwell on: everything from Ramsay to Jeyne Poole and Asha. His mind has drifted to each and every subject at least a dozen times over the last month, but he’s getting there. He even manages a slight smile—closed mouth, of course. ]

The serum you gave me for my fingers. It’s helped a great deal. It felt more appropriate to thank you in person.

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[goodandtrue]

[She took hold of his hand, enclosing it between hers. However afraid and horrified she had been when she first saw him, she only now saw a man that she felt for and regarded as a friend.

Perhaps that was why she felt safe enough to break down in front of him, shaking her head.]

Forgive me. [She wiped at her cheeks.] If your fingers ache again, I have more to offer you.

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[reek]

[ He shakes his head, only jumping slightly as Jeyne takes his hand. The mental scars still run deep, but he seems to be making due. He relaxes quickly enough, giving her hand a gentle squeeze. ]

You left me with more than enough.

[ They seem to have reached a point of understanding one another. Theon only wishes they both hadn’t had to endure so much pain in order to get there. ]

They haven't ached as badly since, but I still feel them there sometimes. I've been told that such things aren't out of the ordinary.