locked to house #4

[insurgent]

Who: Abelas, (getoutofmytemple), Jyn Erso (insurgent), Rhys (rhygret), and Zevran (agradecido); probably guest starring others at some point!
What: Catch-all for space fantasy dreamhouse shenanigans
When: ca. The Descent Pt.3
Where: House #4
Warning(s): nudity but not in a sexy way.......


[ In the story so far, one of the bedrooms has been claimed by Jyn and Abelas, while the other hosts Rhys and Zevran.

Now let's skip to the part where Rhys gets locked out for hogging the loo. ]

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[unprays]

[ she is likely easy to recognize, if only for the black dress that she wears, heavy furs wrapping around her neck and shoulders — the only thing that she shares with Jon, appearance-wise. he has the Stark features, and she looks more alike Robb, their hair their mother's hair, her eyes her mother's eyes. her hair falls in a cascade down her back, and even the way she walks is the way a highborn girl walks: her hands clasped at the front of her dress, her steps measured.

when the woman jogs up to her, giving her half a wave, she thinks of Arya, then thinks yes, I see why Jon would like her.

she smiles. ]

Yes. And you are Asta. [ she glances back the way she came from, and when she turns back, her smile carries an edge of amusement. ] It seems we find each other yet unharmed by the perils of this journey.

[insurgent]

[ could be a princess, she thinks, at least based on looks alone. Jyn recalls the way princess Leia appeared on the holos, the people's champion, all white dresses and always wearing a fancy updo. she remembers the elaborate styling and gowns the Empress of Inusagi wore, too, before Saw's people dyed her red — no, best not to dwell on that.

Sansa doesn't have the attitude of royalty, in her opinion, not that Jyn's ever met a royal in person. she offers a slight smile. ]

You should see the men I ran into on the way.

[ you should see the other guy, etc. there were none, but if there had been, odds are they would look pretty rough. Jyn falls into step with Sansa and eyes her furs. yes, just like Jon's. ]

Are you from somewhere cold?

[unprays]

I wish I could, [ she responds with a wry smile — of course, she knows there are no men for her to see, but the thought is enough to warrant appreciation. she has seen too many women be walked over by men, pushed aside, treated badly. no more.

the question is not a surprising one, given how the temperature down in Olympia is warmer than Winterfell had ever been, if not quite as warm as King's Landing. ]

Yes. Winterfell was the name of my home... it was the northest you could go, before reaching the Wall and the icy lands beyond it. [ she pauses, looks down with a soft smile. ] It was nearly winter. For Jon, it was winter already. We are both used to the cold.