( CLOSED ) and an open cage

[unprays]

Who: sansa stark (unprays) & a buncha people
What: holiday ball & january plot things
When: december & january
Where: olympia, the south outpost, somewhere around wyver
Warning(s): your standard game of thrones warnings apply, just in case

( individual starters in comments!! feel free to either write up a starter for us, leave a blank comment and wait for me to write us something, or poke me @ celen for more specific plottings!

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[desistor]

[They don't have direwolves in Cloudbank, and there's precedent for Boxer being willing to befriend monster dogs, so hell if I'm not gonna milk it. Lucky for the hard-light facsimile of his fingers, Lady puts up with it. Judges him worthy of ear scratching, what an honor. He stops short of anything too familiar—might be pushing his luck, and they've got places to be—but he'll take advantage of Lady's indulgence until Sansa speaks up. Takes that as cue to brace himself against the ground with the Transistor and pull back up to stand at his full height. Amiably—]

Sure. Could stretch my legs a little.

[There's a hint of irony in it, but he stops short of explaining the joke. For now, he stops short of telling her that there's something she maybe ought to know about how strictly alive he actually is. (Though maybe Lady would have a better sense that something is off, since the odd proxy of himself that the Transistor renders for him is barely more than temporary smoke and mirrors, light and sound.) But he's mostly sure they can be there and back before he has to worry about running out of steam. And he'd like to keep it close to the chest in regard to Nysa at large while he can.]

Not imposing, am I?

[unprays]

[ it's there in the way that Lady tilts her head in confusion, lets out a quite whine as she tries to sniff Boxer's fingers — but Sansa doesn't see anything odd in that, more focused on the man's words. she isn't used to magic, not even after such a long time here; and so she doesn't see where something might be odd. doesn't even suspect, for her only touch with not dead is alive. like her brother, brought back from death by the Red Priestess.

instead, she smiles slightly, shakes her head. ]

No. To tell you the truth... I feel better, to have someone else with me. [ she starts to walk, expecting both Lady and Boxer to follow. ]

Have you adjusted here better, now?

[desistor]

[Who needs magic when you have bullshit scifi. Clearly superior, join the club, Sansa. He laughs, brief and self-effacing, while he swings the Transistor onto a shoulder and matches her pace, trailing unhurried after Lady until he catches up. She gets a head start, but he's got a long stride.]

Getting there, I think. Or at least, getting better at rolling with the punches. Thanks for bearing with me.

[Growing pains and all. Neither Wyver nor Olympia is very much like Cloudbank at all, and it still manages to be pretty dizzying. But he's always been pretty good at taking things as they come. (Pretty much the only thing he was much good for in the first place.)]

This what you usually do in your spare time?

[Odd jobs. (Quests.) That sort of thing. He's the type, for sure. Good-for-nothing, no-talent, Unselected nobody. Drifting from place to place without ever really committing. Everyone in Cloudbank had a passion, but Boxer had never really found a use for himself. Sansa, on the other hand, strikes him as a little more put-together.

...Then again, they're all just putting their lives back together, here. Some are just further along than others.]

[unprays]

No need to thank me, you're here helping me out, aren't you?

[ so it should be her thanking him, instead... or at least call it even. at his question, however, she lets out a trill of laughter, shaking her head. ]

No! Not at all. I work at the Silk Wyrms. But my father has recently woken up and has not taken to any work yet, and my older brother... he's sleeping, now. So it's just Jon and I. He works with the guard, but... I thought this seemed like an easy thing to do.

[ relatively easy, in any case. and extra coins are always of use. ]

[desistor]

Don't think I know it.

[The Silk Wyrms. But her workplace is probably a little less relevant than the rest. Nice to hear she's got familiar faces to lean on. The more people he meets, the more he realizes how high the odds had been for him and Red to wake up together.]

Sorry to hear about your brother. [A pause, in part because it feels like prying and in part because he feels like he knows the answer already. But, to be clear—] He was awake, before?

["Sleeping, now," she'd said.]

[unprays]

( sorry for the crazy delay in responding, i had to call a hiatus in late february due to health and work reasons, and i'm only just coming back from it! if this is too old to continue, i totally understand, and if you'd rather handwave the rest, let me know if you want to hash out what goes on by pm-ing me or contacting me on plurk @ ~celen! thanks for understanding ♡ )

We sell clothes, [ she says in way of explaining; it's not surprising that he hasn't seen the need to go there, yet. it's mostly the locals who use it, with the exception of some of the refugees who are accustomed to high quality.

her mouth twists into something that is not quite a smile, too sad to be one, at his question. ]

... yes. Robb woke up at the same time Jon and I did. It was a miracle, to have him back again... he looked just like I remember. But now he's sleeping. I know there's a chance he could wake, again, but it felt just like losing him again.