004 to sleep, perchance to dream

[theladyofwinterfell]

Who: Sansa Stark
Action: Marsiva like everyone else, alas.
When: 7 February

( Being a social sort of person, Sansa's current confinement on the Marsiva has been more than trying on her patience. She's had her memories invaded and hasn't been able to spend time with Tyrion the way she likes to at night. She hasn't been able to have training with Jim or Bucky. She hasn't been able to meet Kogarasumaru for tea or Leia to chat. She hasn't even been able to work on Akeldama's fine coats as much as she wants.

She is, overall, wholly unhappy with the situation.

The Atroma, being a cruel sort, had not provided her with any of her needlework to occupy her time. They did give her a warm shawl she'd gotten in the last system, though, and a pair of fuzzy slippers. She takes both with her to the main room and tries to find a book that catches her fantasy. Unlike Tyrion, she's no reader, and she wishes there were cards or a cyvasse board to better occupy her time. She picks one and pages through it. It turns out to be unwieldy, though, and not the romantic fantasy she'd prefer. And, as such, she ends up falling asleep with the book on her chest, startling when she hears someone come up alongside her. )

I'm awake, I swear it! I only dozed off for a moment.

Comments

[sinistral]

[Bucky has been spending as little time in the common areas of the ship as possible. He doesn't enjoy the forced attempt at socialization, and solitude is certainly no great burden. It does bother him that the routine he'd started to develop has been interrupted but it can't be helped, and he doesn't complain about it. Complaining might give the Atroma ideas.

He's intending only to pass through the main room when Sansa's sleeping form catches his eye. He changes his direction, moving loudly enough to not sneak up on her. She's probably enough on edge without being startled, though she still starts when he approaches.]

Relax! It's only me.

[He doesn't blame her for catching a catnap during the day cycle though, considering the unrest that the nights seem to bring.]

[theladyofwinterfell]

( When she realizes it's Bucky, Sansa relaxes a bit. She hadn't meant to fall asleep in public like this but at least the Marsiva isn't a place she's likely to come to harm. The Atroma want her around for more calibrations, after all. )

I was trying to read a book. I've never been much of a reader, though, so I didn't get very far before I fell asleep.

[sinistral]

Well, the books we've been offered aren't exactly the most riveting things either.

[He's tried them as well; some are better than others. Personally Bucky has wondered if the lack of entertainment has been to force people to interact. It's not a comforting thought.]

Would you wish company instead?

[theladyofwinterfell]

No, this one made a better pillow than it did entertainment.

( At his offer of company, Sansa moves over a bit on the couch she's occupying to allow him to sit beside her. )

Company is much preferable than trying to read...whatever this is. Shakespeare? He seems a terrible bore.

[sinistral]

Considering the thickness of that cover, that's saying quite a lot.

[He does sit next to her, close but not too close, and peers at the cover.]

Shakespeare... I remember studying a little of it, before... [He shakes his head; that's not worth talking on.] Before. Plays, mostly. The language is a little old, as I remember but they're better read aloud and with more than one player. Would you want to try?

[universal_charm]

_{[ Kirk raised a brow at Sansa and he chuckled softly. He had come across her sleeping and hadn't meant to wake her, only stretch his legs a little. And, okay, he had taken a moment to stare at the fuzzy slippers because on Sansa they were rather adorable. She had never struck him as one to take to fuzzy slippers - to improper. ]}

It's okay, Sansa. We're just on the Marsiva.

_{[ He glanced at the book in her lap. ]}

What were you trying to read?

[theladyofwinterfell]

Shakespeare. It's dreadfully dull, I'm afraid, but I'm no reader like Tyrion. He can lose himself betwixt the pages of a book and I'm dreaming of something else entirely. I suppose that means I lack patience.

( Upon seeing Jim, Sansa has a warm smile and she immediately relaxes. If she's safe with anyone, it's Jim, and he's counted among her dearest friends here in the Fleet. It seems she's replacing the brothers she's lost. If Bucky is Jon, taciturn and serious, then Jim is Robb with his easy smiles and charm. )

When do you think we'll be allowed to return to our own ships?

[universal_charm]

_{[ That got a good laugh out of him. ]}

I agree, Shakespeare is dull, and Romeo and Juliet is a terrible love story. People only say it's great because it's centuries old.

_{[ He gave a little shrug and pulled up a chair beside her, a cup of coffee in hand. ]}

I don't think it means you lack patience, it's just nothing something your mind finds engaging. And that's all right. But to be fair, I think anyone who finds Shakespeare engaging has got a screw loose, just a little bit. So it's a point in your favor.

_{[ He sipped slowly. ]}

I don't know, honestly. Soon, I should think. We've been here awhile, and the Marsiva usually doesn't let us in, much less let us make ourselves comfy.

[theladyofwinterfell]

The only times I've really been on the Marsiva are when I was waiting for a ship assignment. I never strayed from my sleeping quarters then, really, and especially not this second time around since I knew I'd be placed somewhere soon enough.

( Sansa gives him a grin, glad he agrees with her on the point of Shakespeare. She has the feeling Tyrion might feel differently. )

The wishing tree gave me my direwolf back, Jim. She didn't come to the Marsiva with me but I got her in the last system.

[universal_charm]

She'll be fine, I'm sure. And very happy to see you when you get back.

_{[ He patted her hand reassuringly, mostly sure of himself in that he was right. Atroma could be cruel, but not quite that cruel. ]}

I would love the chance to meet her though, when we do get back.

[unbearablynaive]

[How anyone can sleep during the day when their nights are full of forced "relaxation", he has no idea. But then again, it's not like all nights are necessarily restful. The Vision smiles and holds up a hand.]

It's quite all right. You must be reading something quite riveting?

[He has a few books himself, with titles like Firebird and Deathless and The Lay of Igor's Campaign, and he seems to be looking for another one.]

[theladyofwinterfell]

( Sansa remembers Vision from when she first arrived back in the Fleet and it's nice to get to meet him in person. If nothing else, being confined to the Marsiva means mingling with people from other ships easier than usual. )

No, I'm afraid I find it tedious and boring. I'm not much of a reader, I'll admit. I usually sew or talk with friends.

[unbearablynaive]

And sewing materials are, I imagine, in short supply at the moment.

[Friends--or potential friends, anyway--there are aplenty, however, so he takes a seat near her and sets down his selecitons.]

Though I don't suppose you're familiar with the video and music options? Much of the selection here is Earth-based, so I'd be happy to recommend something for you.

[theladyofwinterfell]

No, I'm not familiar with anything here. It all seems to be from a world I'm not from but I suppose that means it will all be new to me, yes?

( Sansa has nothing but smiles for Vision, though, because she'd enjoyed talking with him the last time they spoke. He seems a quiet, intelligent man for all that he looks a bit strange and Sansa is quickly learning that those who are fair of face tend to be foul inside. Perhaps she should befriend more unusual people instead. )

What would you recommend?

[unbearablynaive]

[He inclines his head, smiling back at her friendliness.]

Well, I suppose that would depend what sort of stories or music you like. Adventures, mysteries, romances. Stories about finding true friendship as part of a team, or political intrigue and suspense. Stories about proving your worth and being accepted despite adversity. [Those are his favorite. Can't imagine why.] Something light with a satisfying ending, something a little darker that makes you think, something full of monsters where the hero may or may not win.

[His smile quirks a bit.] Or something full of gratuitous violence and nudity with much entertainment value but little in the way of story. Those are rather popular in my time.

[seeingscarlet]

[Wanda flashes an apologetic smile over her mug - oops, she'd been trying to be more careful than that. If anyone's sleeping, they must be bored or that thoroughly exhausted.]

I think maybe you need coffee more than I do. I can get you some?

[theladyofwinterfell]

( Sansa's smile is a bit sheepish at having been caught sleeping and she nods a bit, drawing her knees up to her chest as she moves to sit up. )

I believe I may need a cup of coffee, yes. I've had to learn to like it here. We don't have it where I'm from.

[seeingscarlet]

It isn't very good without help but at least they left us some basics.

[No flavoring, unfortunately, but she can manage with a lot of cream and sugar.]

Do you like it sweet?

[theladyofwinterfell]

I do, yes. I suppose that defeats the purpose of drinking it, since I imagine some of the appeal is the bitterness, but here we are.

( Sansa is just grateful for the act of sharing coffee with someone and spending time doing something other than dwelling on their captivity or the calibrations. )

[seeingscarlet]

Some people drink it the wrong way. I'll be right back.

[She grins. She understands drinking it bitter when you have no choice, but why anyone would deliberately drink bitter coffee is beyond her.

And so a minute later she's handing Sansa a cup of paler, sweetened coffee. Small victories: they don't have to wait more than a few seconds to brew a cup.]

Here. [She settles onto the couch with her own cup with a sigh. Last night's left her feeling stiff and a little sore.] I'm Wanda.

[samahl]

[The elf near her only gives her a reassuring smile.]

You are allowed to sleep, you know.

[theladyofwinterfell]

I know, I just...feel wary about it when we're on this ship. I'm afraid I'll be stuck in one of the calibrations again if I fall asleep.

( It's no small thing, to be afraid of one's mind, and Sansa doesn't want hers examined any more than it already has been. She thinks there's a good number of her fellow passengers who might feel the same way. )

[samahl]

That, I can understand.

We should have a conversation then! We're from the same ship and yet I'm not sure if we've ever had a decent one of those.

It will help both of us stay awake.

[theladyofwinterfell]

Yes, a conversation is much preferable than worrying about falling asleep. I'm sorry if I didn't seem engaged enough before.

( Sansa dips her head a bit in greeting. )

I am Lady Sansa Stark, normally possessed of much better manners.

[samahl]

You've no need to apologize, I've been rather distracted as of late myself.

And I am Cyril, of the Dalish Clan Lavellan and former Inquisitor. Not that that title means much here.