driftfleet | 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

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[Winter holidays are a thing Bucky remembers only vaguely. He celebrated them once, he knows that much, but the memories are dim and clouded and mean very little to him without their larger context. It's that context he's trying to chase in being down on the planet though thus far, it hasn't helped.

And while he hadn't necessarily been expecting to run into a familiar face, it's not unwelcome, especially considering how polite she had been in receiving him aboard their ship.]

Lady Sansa. [Wait, is that right?] Lady Stark? After you, please.

[It's not like she's eavesdropping or anything on purpose, it's more that being perhaps over-aware of her surroundings is a habit that's been far too ingrained in her now. Even here, where it's not really a concern (as far as she can tell), it's not a habit she's able to break.

Sansa's exclamation catches Leia's attention, and she turns, concerned, to check there's nothing actually severely wrong there.]

Is everything all right?

→ carols;

stitching time