006 careful creature made friends with time

[theladyofwinterfell]

Who: Sansa Stark
Broadcast: Fleet-wide
Action: Starduck
When: during the Drift

( Sansa hadn't been aware of fanmail until recently and while she's aware that the Atroma watch them and they have ratings, it is something in the back of her mind most of the time. The idea that those who watch them would send them letters is a bit intriguing and she goes to pick hers up, wondering if she can get insight into those who have them held hostage and see what they'd like more of and, possibly of more importance, what it will take for them to let her go.

She's actually quite surprised to see a thick bundle of fanmail for her and she decides she'll open it in a video; how better to cultivate more ratings than to open these letters and see what things have been said about her? She can see rolled up drawings, too, and she wonders if there are any of Lady or Tyrion. Those would be wonderful to keep. What she finds takes her breath away. The first drawing she unfurls is of Lady, her piercing eyes at the forefront. It's beautiful. Sansa unfurls another, eager, and instantly regrets her decision to broadcast this.

It's she and Bucky in the gym, only neither of them are clothed and she's sprawled atop him so she's more exposed than he is. Another drawing is similarly lewd, only it's she and Tyrion in a bath. There's one with a woman she doesn't know. There's written letters and she reads one, ripping it in half when it describes things she's not even done in bed with Tyrion, much less Wanda. She addresses the camera, face white and hand trembling. )

Please, I beg you, if you get fanmail and it mentions me do not read it. Everything...the Atroma have painted me as some sort of whore who...I've not done any of these things!

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[sinistral]

Who do I need to kill?

[theladyofwinterfell]

( Oh, thank the Gods it's a text and she doesn't have to look at him. )

The Atroma, I suppose. They...the ones who watch us sent me all this. It's not like that. I don't think about anyone like that but Tyrion but especially not you!

[sinistral]

[Bucky doesn't much like the idea of the network. Texting is simply more comfortable for him.]

I know you don't view our lessons like that. And I know how devoted you are to your husband. Would you feel more comfortable if we took a break from training together for a few days? I could give you some solo exercises.

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[seeingscarlet]

[Oh, Sansa. Be glad you don't come from a world with tabloids or the internet.]

It's just lies. Anyone who knows us knows it isn't true.

[And okay, Wanda has done some of the things her own letter mentioned...but only with Vision. It begs the question of just how much has been broadcast.]

[theladyofwinterfell]

I know, Wanda, but I hate the implication that anyone I've ever spoken to is...I don't want to do those things with anyone but Tyrion! Why would they send me this?

( Sansa doesn't want to give them the satisfaction of seeing her cry but her control is slipping and she doesn't know where she can hide and make this go away. Lady noses into the frame, nudging against her mistress and whining low. Sansa pets her fur a bit. )

I don't think of you like that, Wanda, I don't.

[seeingscarlet]

I know. We both have people we love.

[A crumpled-up piece of paper levitates into the frame...and is completely consumed by Wanda's magic. She would very much like to scream at whoever decided to send it to them, especially since Sansa's so upset, but since she can't...maybe that will get the message across.]

They think it's fun. They don't understand what it feels like to have your entire life exposed. I know things like this, and worse, exist at home if I tried to find them. But no one has ever tried to send it to me before.

I think maybe they are too frightened of me to try.

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[nomirage]

[Mirage blinks a time or two, her brows raised. Then they furrow. Then she flusters almost as much as if she herself had gotten all of that fanmail.]

They just sent you things like that?!

[theladyofwinterfell]

They did. Mirage, I'm so sorry they drew us like that. We only spoke once and had tea! I have no designs on you, I assure you.

( Sansa wishes the floor would open and swallow her, let her be taken by the Stranger so she could exist no more. )

[nomirage]

[Poor girl!]

You don't need to apologize. You didn't request it and you certainly don't deserve to be so embarrassed.

[HMPH. One of her ears twitches.]

Frankly it's disgusting people would think it was alright to send that sort of stuff to a person they don't even know personally.

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[postocular]

It's okay. The Atroma are assholes who like to mess with us. Most people won't take what they say seriously.

[theladyofwinterfell]

( Sansa sighs a bit. He's right, naturally, but it still shakes her to the core that somewhere there's people who see her as this brazen whore who will lay with anyone she's ever spoken to. )

I know. It just bothers me because I am a lady and this isn't the way a lady is spoken about. Reputation is everything where I come from.

[postocular]

Everybody who knows you would know that. They just like to start rumors to get people worked up.

[therewerefifty]

[Some woman you don't know, huh. Aside from that, Makie has an important question:]

...what is fanmail?

[She's a little behind the times.]

[theladyofwinterfell]

( Sansa lifts one of the letters to the screen and shows the woman; hopefully she cannot make out the lewd tale written out upon the page. She doesn't even know who this one is about but it's some woman Sansa has never even spoken to. )

The Atroma send it to us. It's the ones who are watching us - they're sending letters to their favorites. I don't think I am favored, based on what they have sent me.

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[therewerefifty]

[Makie eyes the written words for a moment, barely skimming through enough to get the gist. From the overly flowery description of sweat-tangled red hair, she presumes this woman is the Sansa in questin. She frowns.]

It's...an ode. With no practical experience behind it, but I don't feel it's a measure of your being--

[therewerefifty]

[She was going to say disliked, except her own name just kind of. Jumped out at her from the next passage. Along with some extremely doubtful--

--huh.

Wait--]

[therewerefifty]

[Oh lord, no wonder this woman is so embarrassed. She pulls away before she can take in any more.]

I am sorry. This is very cheap and poorly written, and to involve you in it is offensive.

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[passingthrough]

Wow...

[Sorry. She'll think of more words in a bit.]

[theladyofwinterfell]

Kitty, I'm sorry. I have no idea why they would write such things about us.

( Sansa, for her part, thinks she might actually die from embarrassment. )

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[oratorical]

[Leia's both surprised and not surprised by this sort of thing. What she's more surprised by is the fact that people saw nothing wrong with sending this sort of thing in, if it really is "fanmail" and not just something to disturb them sent by the Atroma.]

We know it's not true. A reaction is probably the exact thing they wanted with these.

[theladyofwinterfell]

You're right, of course, and here I am playing into their hands. It was just so shocking I did not know how else to react.

( And, truly, the lot of it is filth. Some of it are things she might want to do with Tyrion eventually, yes, but having it forced upon her has left distaste in her mouth. )

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[poisontippedcure]

[Rose turns on the video feed, watching with a morbid curiosity, until she notices something. Is that her? Does one of these works of 'art' contain her?]

I would say so. None of this is even a little correct!

[theladyofwinterfell]

Not even remotely. I am sorry they've decided...to feature you in one of these dubious pieces of filth. My sincere apologies.

( Sansa doesn't even know this woman and she'd been targeted. This is getting out of hand. )

[stillgotmyleftarm]

Wait, what happened? How'd you even get those?

[theladyofwinterfell]

The Atroma sent them to me. I picked them up from the Iskaulit. I...am not pleased to have them, not at all.

( She's certain Captain Barnes is in at least one of these and she shuffles through the drawings, holding one up. It's mild, at least, and it's just a kiss. )

There you are - clearly we're a couple as well.