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driftfleet2018-12-20 06:40 pm
theladyofwinterfell) wrote in driftfleet2018-12-20 06:40 pm
Entry tags:
003 winter wonderland
Who: Sansa Stark
Broadcast: Fleet-wide
Action: down on the planet
When: 20 December - end of the month
> > > carol singing
( Sansa enjoys the systems that are cold and this one is no exception. This planet is full of ice and snow and the people are warm and kind the way she remembers the North being when she was a child. They do love music, impossibly so, and so she decides to sing a few of the songs she knows down in a cafe when some others are singing their own. It's nice to learn new things to sing and she has one of the new songs on the tip of her tongue as she goes to get a cup of warm tea, needing to stave off the chill. When she sees someone she recognizes from the Fleet, she steps back a bit and allows them to step to the counter first. )
Oh, did you want anything? Far be it from me to be in your way - how rude of me.
> > > stitching time
( Lord Akeldama's waistcoat was coming along nicely and rather than sew up in the Fleet, Sansa has chosen to do it down in a cozy corner near a fire in a bookstore down on the planet. She has a little basket of sewing things she's bought from her small supply of credits and she's hoping a few others will take her up on the offer to make things for them. She sends a message out to the Fleet indicating the same, that anyone can come and put in a commission. She sews fast and accurate; Sansa doesn't think it will take her long to turn out a few pieces and earn a bit of money. For now, though, it's Lord Akeldama's waistcoat and she's just pricked her finger. She makes a soft sound and brings the wounded finger to her lips to suck it. )
Ouch! You'd think I would be better at this.
> > > wildcard
( Have another idea? Leave me a start below! )
Broadcast: Fleet-wide
Action: down on the planet
When: 20 December - end of the month
> > > carol singing
( Sansa enjoys the systems that are cold and this one is no exception. This planet is full of ice and snow and the people are warm and kind the way she remembers the North being when she was a child. They do love music, impossibly so, and so she decides to sing a few of the songs she knows down in a cafe when some others are singing their own. It's nice to learn new things to sing and she has one of the new songs on the tip of her tongue as she goes to get a cup of warm tea, needing to stave off the chill. When she sees someone she recognizes from the Fleet, she steps back a bit and allows them to step to the counter first. )
Oh, did you want anything? Far be it from me to be in your way - how rude of me.
> > > stitching time
( Lord Akeldama's waistcoat was coming along nicely and rather than sew up in the Fleet, Sansa has chosen to do it down in a cozy corner near a fire in a bookstore down on the planet. She has a little basket of sewing things she's bought from her small supply of credits and she's hoping a few others will take her up on the offer to make things for them. She sends a message out to the Fleet indicating the same, that anyone can come and put in a commission. She sews fast and accurate; Sansa doesn't think it will take her long to turn out a few pieces and earn a bit of money. For now, though, it's Lord Akeldama's waistcoat and she's just pricked her finger. She makes a soft sound and brings the wounded finger to her lips to suck it. )
Ouch! You'd think I would be better at this.
> > > wildcard
( Have another idea? Leave me a start below! )
no subject
I can assure you that I will not be making you any tactical gear. You ought to be able to dress like something other than a soldier, I think. It's only fair.
no subject
[It's almost contemplative. The possibility has certainly been presented to him just by matter of being here, but he's still not sure what to make of it. Or if he even can make anything of it.]
If you mean to help with that as well, I feel it's only fair to warn you that you might have your hands full.
no subject
Don't worry, I don't mind having my hands full. An occupied mind is one that doesn't have time to dwell on unpleasant things, after all.
no subject
[As much as she is in trusting him to train her, he supposes. It will be nice, he thinks, to be able to use his skills for some good, and she does have a point about the mind staying occupied.]