open | october event log

[unprays]

Who: sansa stark (unprays) & open!
What: october plot — stage 2 hits Hard
When: early october until mid-october
Where: vaguely waves hand around?
Warning(s): your usual "this is game of thrones we're talking about" warnings go here


I — PARANOIA — the sanctuary

[ she is a familiar sight in the Sanctuary, for those who have spent more of their time there, either as patients or helping those suffering from the sickness, but as the days pass, Sansa turns more restless, glancing around her like looking for something, startled looks directed at the windows or doorways that seem empty.

it is nearing nightfall when she finally speaks, catching the wrist of the person who is passing by her, her grip desperately tight, her eyes bright as she looks at whoever she's managed to stop. ]

Please, you have to help me. [ her voice is frightened, pleading. ] I have to leave, it's not safe here. I can't... I can't stay! [ good luck trying to convince her it's just in her head... especially when it isn't, at least not entirely. ]

II — MEMORY LAPSES — the stark house

[ once back in the house, her mind calmed down, she feels silly — of course it was safe in the Sanctuary, as safe as she is here, in their house... at least there, she was surrounded with more people. and though her head feels dizzy, she lets in whoever comes by the Stark household, whether looking for her brothers or visiting her, insisting they stay for a while, giving them some tea and cookies with a slight smile and a wry don't worry, eating them won't make you sick.

but for those who stay any longer, the visit may take a turn to the worse, or at least more worrying, as Sansa falls silent for a moment — and when addressed, will look at her visitor with a confused, wary gaze. ]

... Forgive me, but what are you doing here? [ all the warmth that may have been in her voice previously is gone, gone with any memories she has of knowing whoever is there with her. ]

III — HALLUCINATIONS & ENERGY — the marketplace

Father? [ surely, the sight of a young woman speaking to her father might not be such a surprising sight, in the marketplace, but when the woman in question seems to be speaking to empty air, answering someone who no one else can see... maybe that is slightly more concerning. especially as she starts to move, leaving the old lady she had been enthusiastically haggling with over some very fine-looking apples yelling after her to come back for her purchase — Sansa doesn't care, though, walking swiftly like chasing someone, refusing to stop or slow down before she's turned to an alleyway that seems to be a dead-end.

there, she slows down, head turning swiftly as she tries to see where her father has gone, moving to touch her hand to the bricks that are cold and unyielding beneath her fingertips. ]

Father, where did you go? Why did you leave me behind? [ her voice, starting strong, quietens into barely a whisper as she starts gasping for breath, sudden exhaustion catching up to her. ]

IV — COMMISERATION — the sanctuary

[ back at the Sanctuary, it's fair to say Sansa looks miserable, sitting on her bed with her hands on her lap, red hair falling like a curtain that hides her face from anyone that might be looking at her. the sickness she could handle,the pains and the cough and the dizziness, but the whispers she keeps hearing? the way she will see someone from home walk past and never quite knows if they're real or not? the way she knows she can look at someone and not remember them at all?

Gods, it is a pain worse than she imagined, and she could imagine much.

when she hears the bed next to her creak to signify someone sitting down on it, she lifts her gaze, a softer look in her eyes even though her mouth cannot quite remember how to smile. ]

Is it happening for you, too? [ the hallucinations, your memory failing you, the paranoia... take your pick. ]

V — WILDCARD — choose your own adventure

[ if nothing here catches your fancy, hit me up over on plurk at celen and we can plot something, or just leave me a blank comment and i'll write up a customized starter for us! c: ]

Comments

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[nineteenfortyfive]

[As much as Claire tries to (subtly) keep an eye on Sansa, during the hustle and bustle of recent events she simply cannot. Too many people to tend, too many to try and keep calm and hydrated, and then there are the few hours Claire finds an empty bed in the back to sleep in. When her wrist is grabbed as she's on her way to try and find a moment's rest, she starts--and only just barely relaxes when she sees it's Sansa. Clearly unwell.]

Sansa? What are you talking about?

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[ her eyes are bright, feverishly so, as she looks at Claire with the kind of desperation that only comes from true terror, a kind of paranoia that is not simply the product of a sickness-ridden mind. ]

He's here, [ she whispers, low and urgent. ] I know he is, he's been here before, I can't — I have to go. Lady Claire, please, you have to let me go home!

[nineteenfortyfive]

Who, Sansa? Who is here?

[Maybe that doesn't matter. She's ill--and Claire hopes, almost, that she's imagining some sort of monster. No one should look so frightened.]

No one is going to hurt you. I promise. But you must calm down, Sansa.

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It's not me I'm worried about.

[ she looks pleadingly at Claire, hoping that she understands just how serious this is. (to her, it is very serious — to her, everyone in the Sanctuary is under threat.) ]

As long as I am here, he will come back, and he — I can't, I can't bring him here. Not with everyone so sick. Please, as long as I stay, I'm only a danger.

[nineteenfortyfive]

[Claire lifts a hand to touch Sansa's cheek. Both to comfort her and to see how warm she is.]

Who are you talking about, Sansa?

[unprays]

( i'm so so sorry for this ridiculously delayed response -- i got back from my hiatus early this month and it's taken me a while to adjust to regular life and tagging rhythm. if you'd rather leave this here, don't hesitate to poke me on plurk and we can talk about handwaving the rest! but if you want to keep this thread going, i'm game for that too c: )

Ramsay, [ she responds with venom unlike anything Claire has ever heard from her before, anger and fear and coldness all wrapped in one word. ] I was wedded to him, back home. Until his death. [ then, after a pause, ] He's a monster. You can't let him here, he only wants to hurt people. He'd kill everyone in here if he thought he could get away with it.

[nineteenfortyfive]

(No worries! I'm good to keep going if you are, but feel free to let this go if you've got too much right now :D )

Sansa. Sansa, it's all right. There's no Ramsay here. No one would let anyone in that would harm you, or any other person here. Understand?

[unprays]

Not right now.

[ but that isn't to say he wasn't here, before. ]

He's been here before. I think he was looking for those hiding from the law. Please, lady Claire. Be careful. He won't use his own name, I know he won't. He knows what Jon and I will be saying of him, he won't make that mistake. You may have met him already. Please, I won't let him hurt anyone else I care about. [ while she is concerned for her own well-being, too... she is more concerned for those around her. and Claire is someone she's grown fond of. ]

[nineteenfortyfive]

[She's off the walls. Claire listens, if only to appease her, and then puts her hands on her shoulders.]

I'll be very careful, Sansa, I swear to you. But right now I need you to rest. Will you do that for me? I'll see if I can't get some people here to keep the peace.