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Who: Sansa Stark
Broadcast: Fleet-wide
Action: Marsiva
When: 26 October

( Sansa feels as if she's been asleep for quite a long time. She doesn't remember dreaming, necessarily, and she doesn't know precisely why she's on the Marsiva instead of in her own quarters on the Huntress. None of it feels quite right, or natural, but after taking a few moments to get her bearings she guesses the best way to find out what is happening is simply to address the Fleet. )

Have any of you ever gone to bed on one ship and woken up again on the Marsiva? I've never had this happen to me before and while sleepwalking isn't foreign, sleepwalking and taking a shuttle is something else entirely.

( Sansa supposes she might have left the Fleet and come back, somehow, but if she has, she has no memory of the intervening time. She has nothing to account for having left and returned to Westeros and come back to the deck of the Marsiva and it's a bit concerning; gaps in her memory cannot mean anything good. Has she been ill? Poisoned? Who knows what the Lords of Atroma might have done for ratings? )

If I haven't walked in my sleep, I guess I might have disappeared but I have no memory of doing that either. I know this is a strange question to posit to the Fleet entirely but I simply cannot let it rest until I know something more than I do now.

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Oh, ravens are bred to carry scrolls. The common ones don't come back the way the trained ones do.

( Sansa isn't an expert on these things but she does know that the Citadel spends a lot of time breeding and training ravens to carry messages. )

They can be shot down or intercepted, yes, but at least they won't read what you wrote.

Ah, so a particular subset of them, then. I'd love to see such a thing in person. [Look, he might be a super-advanced android, but between the cleverness in a large-scale bird-mail society and the cooperation necessary between humans and animals to make it work, it's exactly the kind of thing he loves.]

Thank you for the impromptu history lesson, in any case.

( Sansa gives him a bit of a smile and dips her head, glad to have offered the knowledge even if it's something of little use here in the Fleet. )

The ways of my world are antiquated and inefficient compared to how we communicate here. I just don't even know how I'd reproduce this sort of thing. We don't have the structure to do it.

You mustn't take that as a bad thing; nearly all of us come from worlds with technology far outpaced by what we have here.

[He taps his fingers on his chin, thinking.]

Though if you were truly curious, I could outline a few ways that wouldn't be terribly arduous to set up over a large area. The trick would be remembering it when you get home.

Yes, I don't know that I would recall anything from here if I ever made it back to Westeros. I think the real issue is that we don't...there are no wires or electricity where I am from.

( Sansa thinks that will make reproducing the conditions of the Fleet nigh upon impossible. )

Not even the maesters have invented them.

Electricity can be made with running water or wind, on much the same principles as a mill. I'm certain your people will figure it out before too long if you have those already.

[Okay, yes, it's somewhat more complicated than that, but the base premise is still the same. Also, he has faith in humanity's boundless capacity for innovation.]

We do have mills, yes. I don't know much about how a mill works but I can take your word for it.

( The idea of technology back in Westeros is a strange thing but Sansa is not opposed to it. Anything that might help in the wars to come. )

I think you may be entirely too clever for me, though. I wouldn't have thought to apply such a thing to a mill.

[That gets a fond smile, because he's not the clever one at all - it's generations of perfectly normal humans, making the most out of what they have.]

All it takes is a person asking the right question at the right time. Why do flint and obsidian shatter in similar patterns, yet one produces a spark when struck with steel and one does not? Why does short hair stand on end if you walk on a plush carpet with wool socks? For that matter, what is lightning?

The force of water or wind can move a large millstone. What else might it be able to do, if you knew the answers to the first questions?

Humanity will never stop asking questions. It's a large part of what makes them special.

You would have been a maester in Westeros, I think. Anyone with that sort of curiosity would have wound up at the Citadel for certain.

( Sansa laughs a bit, self-deprecating. This is not her strong suit, she's afraid, and matters of science and medicine and the wonders of the natural world are things she's never pursued. )

Do you know my husband, Tyrion Lannister? He used to be in the Fleet. I'm not sure if he is any longer.

If that is the kind of person that likes to discover things and help people, I cannot disagree with you.

[He looks thoughtful for a moment.] I believe I've seen him on the network, but we don't know one another. I've not seen anyone announcing his departure, however, so it's likely he's still here. I hope so.

I hope so too. He's the only person from home that's here - or was, anyway.

( Sansa thinks she needs someone from home now more than ever. Her departure seems to have set her back to the beginning - she has nothing to call her own here. )

I hope I'll see more of you, too?

I'd like that. I hope to see you around, then.

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