[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?"

[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.

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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?"

[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!"

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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.