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Who: Sansa Stark (

unprays) & OPEN
What: after falling asleep for three days, Sansa wakes with new memories and Tries To Adjust
When: backdated; between August 26 and September 1
Where: Thesa Station, various places in Olympia
Warning(s): your standard this is game of thrones warnings

i. — thesa station

[ she doesn't remember falling asleep. she doesn't remember sleeping — what she remembers is living. she remembers Winterfell, she remembers the Wall, she remembers Lyanna Mormont's cool gaze, Ser Davos with his gruff tone, Lady Brienne's steady presence. she remembers the snow falling on her cheeks, she remembers the loud declarations that crowned her brother king.

anyone who is in the hall may see her standing there, in front of an empty pod. gently, she places her hand on the glass. ] You gave me answers that I thought I wanted, and now that I have them, I would forget them. You gave me back my home, and you took it from me.

[ even with the heavy furs on her shoulders, Sansa feels far colder than she ever did in Winterfell. ]

ii. — silk wyrms & shades darker

[ she explains her absence with a sudden illness, privately glad that she only works part-time, thus not missing more than one shift.

( a. ) she starts her day in the Silk Wyrms, sitting behind the counter, adding embroidery to some shirts, rising to greet anyone who enters with a sweet, polite greeting.

( b. ) after her working hours are over, she steels herself and enters the Red Light District — Lady Koralle had tasked her with mending the clothes that required it, and she would do it. after all, it was because of her that she had been given the place in Silk Wyrms. she looks painfully out of place, but at least she does not need to be there long: only to pick up the clothes and then leave.

as she does, though, anyone who so much as looks at her will be fixed with a cool gaze and the words, ] It isn't very polite to stare.

iii. — closed to the stark (& greyjoy & half-targaryen) house

[ as soon as she is out of the pod, out of the virtual reality she uses to see whether she could find her brothers there, she leaves the station and hurries to their house. she knows it has been days, and even though she has spoken with Jon after waking up, it is not the same as seeing him, seeing all of them. it seems like a distant dream, now, Robb being alive and well again... and Theon, Gods, Theon. she had thought she knew what she owed him, but she had been wrong, so wrong.

as soon as she has the door open, she calls out, ]

Jon? Robb? Theon? Is anyone home? [ home. it pains her to speak the word, it pains her to think of having Winterfell and losing it again... but this is what they have. this is home, for better or for worse... with all of them there. together. ]

iv. — wildcard

[ none of these prompts suit you? want something else? feel free to just wildcard me, or hit me up with a PM or over on plurk @ celen for plotting or for requesting a starter, i'm more than happy to write one for you!

also, with this canon update, i want to remind everyone sansa has an opt-out post here, if you want to opt out of any of the subjects that come up in her canon! ]

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[ they cross paths down the length of an empty hallway, one of the many long and winding ones on the station. him, coming off fresh from another quick teleportation down onto olympia, a currently-empty totebag in hand, and her, dressed to the nines in heavy furs and an expression so foreign to him, he almost doesn't recognize her for it.

but it's pretty hard to miss that particular shade of red. ]

—Sansa...?

[ he lingers in the hallway, no more than fifteen paces away from her. she's in the shadows, and he's just stepped out of the light, and so it flanks his back, outlining more his silhouette than his features. ]

What're you doing here?

Lance, [ she breathes in realization, only when he speaks — with the light at his back, it is hard to see him clearly, and she only saw a male figure, preparing to look down and pass him without a glance or a word.

she stands still now, though, the icy blue in her eyes softening slightly as she looks at him. ]

I was... in the stasis hall. [ a slight pause, one that is followed by a truth and yet a lie by omission — it is less that she doesn't trust him with the truth, and more that it is habit, to not say it all, never speak it out loud like this on the open where anyone could hear. ]

[ he notes the way she seems to calm around the sound of his name, and while it should be comforting, there is a strange sort of tension to it that has him hesitating. like something pulled taut, rather than actually loosening. ready again to snap if pulled too tightly. ]

Oh... neat. [ he keeps his words soft, steady. his eyes flicker down the hall, where the stasis unit is, and then turns his attention back to her. ] Visiting someone?

[ she swallows a laugh at that: neat is the furthest she could ever describe the encounter she just had. she circles her wrist with her hand, hoping that her long sleeves cover the bruises forming there.

with a breath, she nods. ] Yes. I wanted to see... you heard of the simulation, of those who had woken up, too? I wanted to see if anyone I knew were among those.

[ the gesture itself isn't inherently odd — sure, more often people would lace their hands behind their backs, but he merely attributes it to her stature, that need for propriety that is both demure but not subservient. but at the mention of the units, he lifts his brows. ]

Yeah, there seems to be a whole bunch now, huh? Did you find anyone you know?

... no one I had wanted to find, [ comes the answer, and it is vague enough to be taken either as a no, I didn't find anyone, or a yes, but someone I didn't want to see.

she seems to realize how it sounds, and she follows it with a small smile and a, ] Until now, that is.

[ his brows furrow in obvious concern at the sound of her voice, the hollow look in her eyes. he glances around out of reflex, half-expecting to see the culprit behind the sudden chill in her words, but when he finds nothing there, he looks back to her. surprised, briefly, by the small smile she offers him, and smiling in turn when he realizes it is entirely for his benefit. ]

...You know they set up an arcade in here? [ she probably has no idea what that is, but he lifts the tote bag he'd been carrying. ] There's a bunch of games there, and I was thinking I'd hit some up and try to win some toys. Wanna come along? There may be a stuffed animal in your future if you do...

[ she swallows a sigh of relief as he switches the subject into something innocent and light — she doesn't know what an arcade might be, or what kind of games they are that he speaks of... but she nods, regardless.

anything to take her mind off of things. ]

I would like that. [ she falls into step with him, lightly placing her hand on his arm as they walk. ] These games... what kind are they, for you to win toys as a reward?

Well, they're really meant for kids. [ his smile is sheepish, but he keeps a steady pace, quickly drawing her further and further away from the stasis units. ]

But they're fun. Back home, we call them "claw games." It's this huge glass box with a metal claw inside that you can control. It's filled with all kinds of toys, and you just have to try and get the claw to grab the one you want. It sounds simple, but these things are pretty tricky, and most people wind up wasting a lot of money on it.

Not to brag or anything, [ he always means to brag, ] but I'm kind of a pro.

That sounds fascinating.

[ and unlike anything she has seen before... but then, that in itself is hardly surprising. ]

I look forward to witnessing your skill with these claw games, then. [ she gives him a smile, tired but genuine. ]

[ he notes the exhaustion weighing down her smile, which only prompts him to smile back at her all the brighter. ]

With any luck, you'll be walking out of there with your arms full of toys. All from yours truly!

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wildcards you sorry to add to your pile....

never be sorry!!

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