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ɴᴀᴛʜᴀ orbiters ❰ mod collective ❱ ([personal profile] natha) wrote in [community profile] elnyan2018-08-26 01:27 pm
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❪ test drive #7 ❫

YOUR STORY BEGINS    

The Storm came. You remember darkness, but you don't remember much after that.

You don't know how long you slept, but the dreams were short. You remember the expanse of stars and galaxies in your direct view. Every world and solar system ever known to man was present in your dreams in careful, pristine detail. You also witnessed the Storm, which has devoured a fair portion of these galaxies. Your Earth and similar planets were assimilated by the Storm. Somehow, you knew it would be the last you'd see of your world. That was when she told you what happened. You knew that you'd be living somewhere new. The details weren't clear, but you knew it was a part of a deal with the entity known as Darma - once, you might have been able to speak to her, but now you are only met with silence.

When you awake, you will find yourself in Thesa Station. Your body is still cold, you're hungry, and the halls seem frighteningly bare somehow.

EMPTY HALLS    

Despite the absence of Darma and the rest of the Natha Orbiters, the station is still managing to sustain itself. Those that dig within the station’s log will find that it’s currently in some sort of Energy Saving Mode. While Thesa isn’t at risk of failing any time soon, people will notice that the ship will appear more dim and desolate. Malfunctions will be common, and while none seem to be life-threatening (yet), they are notably inconvenient. Fortunately, it seems the Orbiters were prepared for the worst, and in a potential response to these concerning turn of events, they've prepared some help.

Hi! My name is Yppilc, I will be your assistant on the station! It looks like you just woke up. Did you need help?


The virtual assistant takes a wide variety of shapes, from adorable animals to metal paper clips with googly eyes. Regardless of what form they take, their mission is clear: to help in any way they can. It’s unfortunate, however, that they just haven’t been calibrated properly. Hence, they will appear at the strangest times— in the middle of dinner or an important conversation— sometimes they won’t even offer anything useful. Apparently they were designed after a program that existed once, but who really knows....

However, while they may seem like nothing but trouble at first, there are many occasions in which they can actually help. They are equipped with a whole wealth of information on how to keep the station operational. They can offer tutorials and step-by-step instructions on how to fix various aspects of the station and beyond. Their knowledge is extensive, and if they believe the refugee they're assigned to needs a different kind of help (a lesson in smiling or how to have adequate small talk being some of the many topics they're equipped to teach), well ... they're not against supplying it. Expect some invasive teaching.

The virtual assistants are also all synced together. Meaning, if there’s a big enough problem, they can ping one another and assign refugees to help with certain parts of the ship. The only problem is that prioritizing may not be their strong suit. What seems like a simple issue could be exacerbated into a huge ordeal. What someone thinks is a fire in the main hatch could actually be a plumbing issue near the Mess Hall. They also seem to assign people arbitrarily. One can only hope all the refugees get along.

SEND HELP    

While no specific parts of the station are necessarily offline, a lot of the tasks the station would normally complete on its own will need to be handled manually. Fortunately, the main functions of the station are more than accounted for, however everything else will be up to the refugees. As there is no telling when the Natha Orbiters will return, perhaps it’d be wise to take this opportunity to learn to be a little more self-sufficient on Thesa Station.

1. There are some areas the Station can’t automatically clean without exiting its current emergency protocols. Each of these areas will be marked off on the map provided by Thesa's very own virtual assistant, Yppilc. According to Yppilc, one of the key places that would benefit from a good wash down is the airlock. As a fair amount of foreign matter travels through these doors, special suits will be provided for those cleaning the area. The suits will have a built-in communications system and will also include its own oxygen tank. A helpful feature to have, just in case someone may be swept out into space. Which happens more often than one would think! Cleaning too close to the controls can trigger the doors to open… they’re sensitive. The oxygen tank isn’t equipped to last very long, so you can only help comes soon.

On the bright side, in the event that someone is stuck outside and running low on oxygen, rescuers can easily share some of their air with them. The suits are built to be able to connect to one another like an adhesive. To activate this oxygen-sharing mode, refugees will be required to follow several steps. Hand on one another's shoulders, eye contact, helmets pressed against each other— each suit follows a slightly different set of steps, but they’re probably not any less awkward. While it looks a little absurd and while maneuverability might be a bit of an issue, at least everyone is breathing!

2. Space is unpredictable at times. It isn’t uncommon for the station or its pods to occasionally brush against meteors or asteroids. While Thesa is well-fortified, it doesn’t mean that these asteroids don’t need closer inspection. A lot of rare materials can be mined from them, and while this domain would normally be handled by the Natha, it’s now the job of the refugees to procure pieces of it. You never know when this alternate source of energy and fuel could come in handy, after all! Refugees will be provided two-person pods to go and retrieve these materials. While they can physically descend from the pod once they get out there, they can also control the pods to drill and pick up these materials. Though, the controls are a bit difficult.

3. Without the Orbiters to operate the the kitchen, the Mess Hall will also experience a steep shortage of food. All the ingredients used in the cafeteria were actually conjured up by the Natha, hence without them— people will discover that there isn’t enough food for the new refugees. Old refugees will be pinged prior to their arrival at Thesa Station and the message is clear: bring and cook food for the new refugees. With the errors on the ship, it seems that many of them woke up hungry. For those that lack confidence in their culinary skills&Mdash; they say food tastes better when you’re starving.

GIFTS FROM THESA    

The Natha have bequeathed their will unto the refugees, the burden of watching over their dear planet not given without a token of trust. Everyone, those newly awakened and those already settled, will receive periodic urging from Yppilc to visit the VR facilities. These messages will grow more frequent, more frantic, the longer they go ignored - for the sake of sleep, it’s best to indulge the request.

Load into the simulation, and the scene is mired by the confusion of battle. You and another stand on a low hanging precipice, overlooking a failing front line. The location and conditions of the fight vary, drawn from the memories and fears of the participants themselves. Olympia and Wyver, locked in a caustic war - and your new home is succumbing. Or your homeland, entrenched in conflict from the past, or from a dreaded future. While the scene laid out before you is chaotic, one thing stands clear; your allies are fighting a losing battle. Comrades fall, innocents flee, and the wounded cry out for help. The program has determined what could best spur you and your comrade to intervene, though the more stubborn refugees may need additional goading from their partners.

Your next action determines more than the outcome of the fight before you. Choose wisely - this message is conveyed mentally in a garbled voice that sounds familiar and ethereal all at once. Jump into action and fight. Save an ally - perhaps even your partner in this simulation - from certain death. Or help those who cannot help themselves. Act, and you will find yourself imbued with a new power. Use it, and the scene will soon come to a close. Despite returning to the reality of Thesa Station, you’ll find this newfound power still within your grasp. A gift from Darma, to aid in the battles to come.

OOC Note: Feel free to give your character any one power that would be classified as a ‘major spell’ on the ACP rewards table. These powers can fall under any category (Unaffiliated, Natha, Olympia, or Wyver), and must be reported by existing characters and new applicants here under the most appropriate header no later than September 8th 11:59PM EST. Please include a brief description of the power you’ve chosen. You will receive a response within 48 hours if there are any modifications required.

SOCIAL-LINKED(in)   
By some miracle, there are still some quieter parts of the hall. This may be an appropriate time to check out your smartphone. Aside from the expected "Omage" app, there seems to be a new one called Social-Linked. There, you may find a profile waiting to be posted. The app allows for the user to fill it in, but there is also an auto-function! upon pressing it, it will generate a shockingly-honest answer based on the Natha's observation of your history. Roman will be your only friend in this app, with his very own profile:

●●●●○ THESA
ROMAN
@romannoodles (∞), Thesa

I WAS A: Butler! I still am, and I'm happy to serve all of the new arrivals!

I'M SKILLED IN: Cooking, cleaning, anything that involves making your life better!

I'M LOOKING FOR: Consistency!

ALSO, I'M: Not entirely certain if the "auto" profile function is to your liking. Feel free to edit if it is not to taste!

So, have you decided on making your own profile? Perhaps you used the "auto" function on accident? Regardless, once your profile is out there, it's out there. And like the Omage app, it will match you with someone. NOTE: Please use the form below to fill out a profile! Whether it's auto-generated or filled by the character is up to you!

PROBLEMS IN STASIS    

1. The ship’s malfunctions have reached the stasis chamber, a long feared outcome finally dawning on sleeping friends and families. Yppilc will be quick to notify all refugees aboard that the pods will need close monitoring. Whether you’re visiting to keep an eye on things, or simply there to see the face of someone dear, be careful. Bumping a control panel, or drawing a hand along the glass could trigger an emergency ejection. Lights blink and a mechanism hisses, and then the pod is gone. With the pod thrust into space, you’ll be left with nothing but a small screen displaying the chamber’s position. There are ways to retrieve it— such as climbing into a suit from the airlock or following Yppilc’s instructions. Regardless of approach, it’s imperative that you stay calm. One error, and you could eject another pod or cut off the view screen entirely.

2. The newly awakened won’t find a moment of respite. The errors that pervade over the rest of the station have altered the contingencies for resuscitation in a majority of the pods. Some may awaken with gaps in their memory, or an old injury yet unhealed. Some may be afflicted with new ailments, such as loss of a sense or severe nausea. Anything could happen, with the computer systems processing so inconsistently. Interfacing with Thesa in any way, from entering the VR simulator to accessing the medical facilities, can cause the same range of side effects, so even established refugees should take caution.

FINAL OOC NOTES    
As always, feel free to wildcard prompts within Thesa Station!

These threads may be carried over as game canon if players choose. Players are encouraged to submit TDM threads as application samples, but they are not required. Please direct any OOC questions to the questions thread below.

Players may submit an AC-length thread HERE from this TDM for 2 Natha REP. The due date for submission is September 16 11:59 PM EST.

For this application cycle, there will be a cap of 60 and no reserves. Applications will be open on September 2 12:01 AM EST and end on September 4 11:59 PM EST. Thank you!

deadthenred: (❄️ pic#13791895)

[personal profile] deadthenred 2018-08-29 07:10 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He doesn't recognize Thor immediately, though there's something vaguely familiar about the man. ]

I'm sorry. [ And he is. He presses his lips together and suddenly looks very tired. ]

This place just gets me worked up.
summertimeblues: (063)

[personal profile] summertimeblues 2018-08-29 07:11 pm (UTC)(link)
That's about the sum of it. Every couple of months there's a new pack of refugees. [He wets his lips.] Though...a fair number of us fall back asleep. Sometimes for just a bit. Sometimes for longer.

[He shrugs.] I got here when it was, hmm...last winter. Think it's close to nine months for me.
smithsonian: (Sadness - Disappointment)

[personal profile] smithsonian 2018-08-29 07:19 pm (UTC)(link)
[He says it and Annie feels a drop in her stomach. She definitely doesn't want to be one of the ones that falls back asleep. The nightmares, she's sure, would be instant.

The reminder of what she's just come from is enough to keep half a smile plastered on her face as she nods along to what he's saying. At the same time, she hopes her questions appear casual. ]


Is there any way to ensure that someone doesn't end up back here? You've done it for nine months, what's your secret?
etiquettes: insomniatic (you made a deal and now it seems)

[personal profile] etiquettes 2018-08-29 07:31 pm (UTC)(link)
Ser Loras!

( she hadn't seen him since joffrey's wedding. and even then, there had been no time to talk. that had been agoes ago, and yet... he was here. )

I did not realize there were others from Westeros here.
deadthenred: (❄️ pic#13791892)

[personal profile] deadthenred 2018-08-29 07:36 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Accurate. ]

I mean— it's what you assume, with the yanking me here and putting me back. It never made much sense. The Allies won the war, right?
errantdetective: (Here in this wood where stories twine)

[personal profile] errantdetective 2018-08-29 07:44 pm (UTC)(link)
You’re young! You get computers! Can’t you hack the mainframe or something?
shipoftheseus: (suck it)

[personal profile] shipoftheseus 2018-08-29 07:49 pm (UTC)(link)
[That definitely seems like the stranger name, if their opinion, but hey, what do they know about humans?]

I guess I'm one of a kind.

[Or like...rare, at least. Rare enough that they've never had spare material when they needed replacement parts. Whatever. They're just trying to think of it in terms of their namesake mineral's rarity, rather than the more..."unique" features that definitely set them apart.

Maybe humans don't understand gems enough to place the golden arms as odd. It'd be nice.]
shipoftheseus: (100% okay seriously)

[personal profile] shipoftheseus 2018-08-29 08:01 pm (UTC)(link)
Someone up here said there are a lot of people and buildings. But I guess it's all...humans, or whatever else.

[That's...weird to think about. It's already strange enough just being up here with all these strangers walking around. But they don't want to dwell on it, being the odd one out (again) now in a completely unfamiliar world, so they force a more upbeat attitude, leaning in a little with a sly smirk.]

Does this mean we're partners for now?

[Hey, they've partnered up with like half the gem population already...]
sparke: (008)

[personal profile] sparke 2018-08-29 08:03 pm (UTC)(link)
[ thor understands that tired look all too well. he wishes he didn't, but he does. and so he nods, expression and tone somber for the moment. ]

It is not pleasant. [ to be reminded of loss, he means, but leaves it open. ]
mollymocked: (⚔ 'cause i got what you need)

[personal profile] mollymocked 2018-08-29 08:08 pm (UTC)(link)
That's fair.

[and boy is he relieved.]

So how does one accidentally depose rulers? That seems like something you'd need intent for, otherwise it just gets messy.
shipoftheseus: (why this)

[personal profile] shipoftheseus 2018-08-29 08:09 pm (UTC)(link)
[Their blank expression suggests that doesn't mean much to them. They were trying to talk about dying with someone else here, but it's a confusing subject that they weren't really getting entirely, and their opinion on it at the moment is mostly just shrug. Hell, they don't even know what suffocation is, but they're willing to bet it's more stuff that doesn't involve them and that's why they've never heard of it before.]

...That sounds more like a human problem.

[All the squishy people here are gonna be humans to them until they're told otherwise, sorry bud.

But they've matured somewhat since their days of avoiding unsavory work, so they just shrug at the weird human shit and turn to open the hatch to the airlock, sans spacesuit. If it's gotta be done, then they'll at least make sure it gets done.]
mollymocked: (⚔ but i guess i'll leave that up to you)

[personal profile] mollymocked 2018-08-29 08:10 pm (UTC)(link)
Why not? Seems perfectly harmless to me.
here4her: (Default)

Finn | Star Wars

[personal profile] here4her 2018-08-29 08:14 pm (UTC)(link)
YOUR STORY BEGINS

He was finally reunited with Rey. Guilt had him look after Rose but Finn couldn’t close his eyes without Rey in sight. It was anyone’s guess the last he’d slept. The same probably could be said for Rey. He fought sleep only to find himself having short dreams, filled with galaxies familiar and foreign to him.

The dream turned into a nightmare as something like the Starkiller devoured galaxies including the inner and outer rims. Finn wanted to scream but nothing came out. He watched helplessly, not realizing he was somewhere new. ‘Rey… Where’s Rey?!’ Not until the voice spoke and told him. Darma? He thought that was how the voice identified itself.

Suddenly Finn woke up, drenched in sweat and panting profusely while looking around his surroundings. Sweating yet he shivered, cold and hungry. “Where’s Rey?” he muttered to nobody specific. The walls were bare. He had no idea where he was yet he knew exactly where.


EMPTY HALLS

There wasn’t an answer to his question but orders given by Yppilc to help fix the ship which Finn accepted if only to bide his time while seeking for answers. He’d been assigned to mop the area there had been a plumbing issue near the mess hall but upon arrival, there wasn’t any water—just a dark corridor. Finn bumped into someone in the limited lighting.

“Sorry!” he quickly apologized and turned to face the person he’d stepped on and bumped into.


GIFTS FROM THESA

In the short time he’d been awake, Finn had no escape from Yppilc. Just as one task was complete then another was given on its heels. There was a directive to head into a simulation facility repeatedly in between tasks. It was one last place that he hadn’t looked for Rey in, and decided to give it a try after finally getting something on his stomach.

The last thing Finn expected was to find himself in battle. At least in this one, he had his weapon of choice in hand. Yet this wasn’t his fight and Finn only stepped in with cover fire from his blaster rifle to help those that couldn’t help themselves.


SOCIAL-LINKED(IN)

●●●●○ THESA
FINN
@REBEL_SCUM (23), UNKNOWN

I WAS A: Stormtrooper

I'M SKILLED IN: Deceiving others of my true intentions

I'M LOOKING FOR: Rey

ALSO, I'M: Trying hard to do the right thing
Edited 2018-08-30 01:06 (UTC)
shipoftheseus: (sensei stop lying)

[personal profile] shipoftheseus 2018-08-29 08:15 pm (UTC)(link)
I've been in the ocean, I think...

[Their memories of that incident are kinda mostly gone. Don't worry about it.

To their credit, they do try to pay attention to and understand her mini-lecture. And it's not that she's using any words they haven't heard before or anything. But the context just isn't really making sense. Oxygen is an element, yeah, and they vaguely remember learning at some point that it exists in the air too, just...huh.]


What do you mean, "breathe"?

[Sorry, Allura.]
shipoftheseus: (bruh)

[personal profile] shipoftheseus 2018-08-29 08:22 pm (UTC)(link)
[...They give up.]

ok sure.

[That's something they'll worry about if it ever becomes relevant to them. They have more immediate concerns.]

dia said we're the only gems awake so far.
did they tell you a lot about us?
no one seems to really know much.
euronvision: (I'm going off the rails on a crazy train)

Euron Greyjoy | Game of Thrones/ASoIaF

[personal profile] euronvision 2018-08-29 09:12 pm (UTC)(link)
I. Empty Halls

[ It just keeps staring at him. It appeared, seemingly from nowhere - an oblong coil of metal with enormous eyes, hovering before him - and it just keeps staring.

He reaches for it, intent on moving the damned thing out of his way, but he can't get ahold of it. Every time he reaches out, it darts away or vanishes only to reappear elsewhere, but always nearby. ]


You miserable piece of--

[ It interrupts him, declaring it's name: Yppilc.

Do you need help? it asks.

For a moment, he considers asking the creature any one of the dozens of questions that have been weighing on him since he awoke. But as soon as he opens his mouth to do so, the words die on his tongue. He can't do it. He can't bring himself to ask this ridiculous thing for help.

He'd rather figure things out for himself. ]


No. Go away.

[ And so it does. With a sigh of relief, he continues down the hall. He reaches a crossroads and pauses to consider which way to go. Suddenly, he hears a voice.

Hi! My name is Yppilc. Do you need help?

He has never more longed for the weight of an axe in his hand. But he does not have one. Thus, witness a man attempting to punch a giant paperclip. And failing. ]


II. Social-Linked(In)

[ Being not-at-all good with technology and too lazy to actually fill out anything manually, Euron will be using that handy auto function. ]

●●●●○ THESA
Euron Greyjoy
@crowseye (?), Westeros

I WAS A: ruthless pirate and wannabe wizard

I'M SKILLED IN: murder, manipulation, color coordination

I'M LOOKING FOR: power

ALSO, I'M: insane



III. Wildcard
Whatever, man. Whatever.
Edited 2018-08-29 21:13 (UTC)
krasnaya_vdova: (Blue as My Heart)

[personal profile] krasnaya_vdova 2018-08-29 09:26 pm (UTC)(link)
[It takes her a minute before she responds. This is probably a bad idea, but she could really use someone that understood. So:]

Have you encountered any problems with physical stability, or cellular breakdown?
floppyfish: (pic#11635389)

Edmure Tully | Game of Thrones/ASoIaF

[personal profile] floppyfish 2018-08-29 09:52 pm (UTC)(link)
I. Your Story Begins

[ There's no telling how long he's been standing there in the empty hall, shivering, hunger gnawing at his stomach. He remembers so much - all those worlds and the storm that devoured them, the voice that explained it all, that told him of his new home. But there's nothing familiar about this place. Nothing he recognizes at all. Every single thing he sees is strange and baffling, and he can't quite bring himself to move because he just doesn't trust any of it.

But he can't just stand here forever. He'll starve. His stomach rumbles loudly and he frowns, anguished. ]


Oh, seven hells...

II. Problems in Stasis

[ He's wandered into the stasis chamber purely by accident. He wasn't looking for the place, but now that he's found it, he simply has to have a look around. He's never seen anything like it...

He peers through the glass at an unfamiliar face, trying to discern whether or not the person is alive. Are they just sleeping? Are these some kind of coffins?

He reaches up to touch the glass, squinting... and suddenly there's a terrible racket and flashing lights and... woosh, the whole thing is gone.

He brings his hand to his mouth, eyes wide. ]


Oh, no.

[ He looks desperately around the room, half in search of help and half to see if anyone saw. Perhaps he should just... go... ]

III. Wildcard

Dealer's choice!

1701: ( commission / dnt ) (1017)

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[personal profile] 1701 2018-08-29 10:26 pm (UTC)(link)
Jim's history with the physical manifestation of the Natha (or so it's been called), Thesa Station, is particularly nitpicky. He's one of the few refugees who's spent a potentially pointless amount of time repairing things, investigating, getting his sticky nerdy 23rd century hands on every inch of the thing that he can, attempting to understand and learn via the mechanic he's most familiar with. Space stuff.

So of course he's already been in and out of the VR-- though he's not sure what to make of the experience within just yet. Not thinking about it too hard, instead moving through the halls as if he's got a list of things to get to, he hears someone murmuring a tune. For a moment his blinders-on efficiency falters, something dreary and longing slipping into his heart like smoke curling by. It triggers a memory not his own, and Jim stops dead in his tracks, wondering why he knows what pseudo-telepathic influence feels like. (He doesn't. Ambassador Spock does. Did. He can't really access those memories, just thinks he does, every so often.)

No, he thinks, and abruptly the feeling leaves him.

Slight frown on his face, Jim backtracks around a hallway corner and observes the person still humming. "Uh." Smooth intro. "Hey."
sidecars: (if I ever take shit)

[personal profile] sidecars 2018-08-29 10:33 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Yeah, now the guy tells him. Great. ]

Gee, good thing no one's in peril right now.

[ Watching two maroons fumble over the controls on the wrong side of the waste airlock would probably be one of the worst ways to go. That's Bucky's guess at least.

So when the other man turns around, he's ready to elbow his way closer to the controls—Maybe he just didn't hit the control board hard enough. But all he gets for his ambitious schemes is a strange fizzle. An electric fizzle, and that's never good. ]


Uhh... That was you, right?
etiquettes: insomniatic (you have to offer up)

[personal profile] etiquettes 2018-08-29 11:13 pm (UTC)(link)
( it seems like nearly everyone in this place knows her - and yet she doesn't remember any of them, and the feeling is unnerving. it's as though sansa has lived this entire life away from westeros, except it no longer belongs to her. someone else's life, someone else's friends - and she didn't want it. she wanted to be home, with jon, where she belonged.

still, she'd been through too much to throw a fit and while like the girl she had been. she'd steeled herself, pulled herself together, and come to the mess hall.

only for yet another person to grab her arm as she falls and act like they know her - except this time, she recognizes the voice. glancing up sharply, she catches herself on his arm - her brother's arm, her eyes matching his. )


Robb? ( she can't help how broken her voice sounds, how her eyes fill with tears. ) But you're --

( -- dead. joffrey had told her so, had crowed with pride. robb and her mother, gone forever. he couldn't be here. but he was. and heedless of her place in line, she stood out of it to gather him in a hug, face buried in his shoulder; a lady didn't usually show affection in public, but this was family, this was different. )
etiquettes: insomniatic (i start spinning)

[personal profile] etiquettes 2018-08-29 11:16 pm (UTC)(link)
( sansa is just wondering if she's about to sick all over her shoes - at least she still had her shoes - when a voice startles her into a quiet yelp. it wasn't just the fact that there was someone near her, someone who came out of nowhere - no, it was the fact that this person knew her name, and seemed to recognize her.

and sansa couldn't for the life of her place them. )


I don't think - ( she gulps, fighting another wave of nausea by pressing her fist to her mouth. don't be sick. not in front of this lady. you'll shame yourself. ) I don't think we've met.

( an understatement. nothing about this woman looked familiar. )
etiquettes: insomniatic (the final sacrifice)

[personal profile] etiquettes 2018-08-29 11:20 pm (UTC)(link)
( she's surprised - and it shows on her face. had she been so transparent? perhaps. she was all out of sorts, after all. where was this place? and why did he seem to know her? she hadn't had enough contact with strange men to warrant being recognizable by one. but..

they were friends? impossible. she did not have friends. only her family and .. everyone else. she hadn't been among friends since she'd fled king's landing (and even then, 'friends' was a loose definition of the word). )


Ser Ocelot. I'm not sure what you mean. I've never been here before. ( her tone is all care and politeness, eyes downcast as she shakes her head... and immediately regrets it as another wave of nausea threatens to crest. her head was pounding. it seemed to hurt too bad for it to be a nightmare. )

Where .. is this place?
nineteenfortyfive: (STONE)

[personal profile] nineteenfortyfive 2018-08-29 11:29 pm (UTC)(link)
[It's a twist of a knife in her chest, but Claire swallows down the hurt. It's not her fault. Getting upset won't help her, and she won't confuse an already frightened girl. Claire shows her hands, meaning no harm, as she steps closer.]

Are you all right? It's okay. You're safe here, I promise. My name is Claire Fraser.

[How painful it is to do these introductions once more. But she thinks she'd do them a hundred times if need be.]
etiquettes: insomniatic (you have to offer up)

[personal profile] etiquettes 2018-08-29 11:32 pm (UTC)(link)
( what a strange man. once she's able to look at him without wanting to immediately turn away, she can see that he's dressed well.. and it doesn't suit him. had he been handsome once.. before whatever-it-was that turned him into this? sansa couldn't tell. perhaps he'd been the sort of knight that she would have swooned over, once.

except he's - )


Theon? ( she gasps, anger melting away as she fights the urge to be sick. ) But you.. I just saw you, and you didn't look like -

( she's at a loss for words of how to describe what he looked like, so she leaves it there, openly staring now. ) You were going to the Iron Islands. ( she could remember the hot tears on her shoulder, embracing him despite the stink and the sweat; how they'd both cried.

and yet here he was. )


How do I know... this isn't a trick? ( ramsay.. ramsay had been fond of tricks. )