un: lady; video (semi-accidental)

[dohaeris]

[sansa means for this to be anonymous, unfortunately she hasn't really figured out usernames yet, let alone how to hide hers. she also means for this to be text, but the video is already recording when she starts speaking.

she's visibly younger, though not much (a little over three years, now); smaller and slighter and more wide-eyed, with her clothes not quite fitting right and her hair braided simply to one side. lady remains the same size, half in her lap on the couch, with blue ribbons around her neck rather than her fancy padded collar. sansa, too, wears the silvery-blue dress she wore to the rinne festival tied very tightly, her padded collar slightly askew.

and she looks somber. something has clearly been troubling her. she's not quite looking at the camera. her voice is low and a little bitter.]

What happens to us when they come back?

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video, un: kickflips

[strongroots]

[ Robby's found out (and read) a little more about the ritual since he and Sansa last spoke. He's seen more people affected about it, and his feelings haven't really changed, and he wonders if to say anything at all--he doesn't have an answer for her.

...but something pulls for him to try, and so he shows his face, though he can be seen from his chest up-ward. He's dressed in a green-plaid shirt, with a lighter green one under that, his fringe down from its usually pushed back state. ]

Hey. I don't know if anyone'll have an answer for you, [ he's offers softly, apologetically, ] but...is there anything you'd like to do? There isn't a time limit.

This isn't the best place, but it's not where you were. [ Since yes, he's nosey.

And maybe that's all that can be offered, even if reality is always around the corner. A slice of optimistic, wondering if it'll help. ]

[dohaeris]

[sansa's eyes widen––so many handsome boys robb's age being kind to her!! but she had thought joffrey handsome and kind, too, in the beginning.]

What is there to do here? There was never anything to do in the Red Keep.

[except whatever stupid thing joffrey wanted. she pauses, briefly.]

Can Lady come? She won't be any trouble, I swear it.

[as if lady hasn't been following sansa everywhere in trench.]

Oh––I'm very sorry, I haven't asked your name. I'm Sansa Stark of Winterfell [she suspects he already knows this, many people do, and he seems to have some idea where she's from––could he be from the north? he sounds foreign, but perhaps his family came to white harbor to trade or something.], and I'm very glad to meet you.

[strongroots]

[ Robby gives her a nod and a smile, the talk from one thing from another cute, in a harmless way. ]

Robby Keene--nice to meet you too. [ Manners first, and all. ] I'm sure Lady can go most places; people around here are used to companions, so you're in luck.

[ And he thinks it was Lady who said they were going to keep an eye on Sansa, didn't they? Good on them. ]

But what's the kind of stuff you'd like to go and see? Willful Machine's a good place to go if you wanna check out the shops and different businesses, just to see what they're like. That's one district; then there's another called Cellar Door that's got a lot of shows or open parties.

All good to go with someone, if you've met many people around here. And Lady too, [ he adds with a pinch of a smile. Of course! ]

[dohaeris]

[sansa smiles, excited and only a little wistful.]

I should like to see the shows, and any kind of music and dancing. I've been living in Cellar Door, and everyone has been kind there. You'll go with me, and Lady?

[big, shiny, eighth-grade eyes...]

[strongroots]

[ W-well. ]

You sure you want a guy you just met showing you around? [ It's humoured, but not judging. ] You met anyone other than just Lady you'd like to take around and find somewhere good?

The more the merrier. [ As they say....in some worlds. ]

[dohaeris]

[oh––well. sansa is used to people saying embarrassing things by now. she decides to respond with courtesy. it's a little forced...]

You've been so gallant to me, I should hate to be disappointed.

[she glances briefly offscreen––her omen, the white raven called winter, responds in perhaps a familiar voice.

"Oh, he's all right."]

Vi and Jinx and Sharon can come, if they like.

[notably she hasn't run into tory yet, mostly poking around cellar door or holing up in the sanctuary during her time in trench. sorry tory. she'd be glad to meet her, though!]

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[strongroots]

[ Is that sarcasm? His eyebrows raise, and maybe it wasn't the best thing to point out in public--but, it is what it is. More important: ]

Oh yeah, I know them. Here, lemme include them.

[ And, with a quick addition of text: ]

vi sds

hey, sansa wants to see some shows and do some dancing around here. you two up for some fun?
we can find out whats on and see what she likes

[faceblocks]

[she's already aware there was a small version of herself running around with sansa earlier. how long this lasts seems random, but she has a few ideas.]

I'm always up for fun. Or just looking for it. Looking for fun can be fun. I know she appreciated that spa day before, so we could do that again and top it off with ...I dunno, something really fun? [ping at sds:] You got any ideas?

Hey Sansa, you wanna do young people stuff or older people stuff? [she knows some music, some movies and shows sansa's older self likes. could be a crapshoot. but there's always sewing (which violet sucks at, she can only badly mend nets, but she'll do it if sansa wants) or they could draw together. she's resolutely committed to doing whatever the thing is.] I've got a ton of things I can think of, and one thing if you want a bit of an adventure. I'll keep you safe, I promise. Pinky swear.

[fogsong]

There's a theatre in Cellar Door that's always got something going on. I've never seen any of their shows but I've heard they're good. [ She isn't one for the theater but she'd go for Sansa. ] It might be a good mid-day thing, followed up with food and dancing.

[faceblocks]

I'm down with that. Before food or after food. I'm also down with eating twice.

[fogsong]

I'm open to a snack before the show and a meal after. We could also leave it up to Sansa, though. It's her little adventure after all.

[dohaeris]

[someday older sansa is going to take her to jacobean revenge dramas]

Oh, I don't mind, as long as there's time for everything.

[fogsong]

We'll make sure everything fits, don't worry.

[strongroots]

I could just sit back and leave everything to all you. [ Grinning, and, he kinda did-- ] But if I go and don't bring Tory? She has every right to make me sleep on the floor. You mind the extra company?

[fogsong]

You don't even get the couch? Damn, she's cold. [ then why does it sound like sharon approves? ] Of course, Tory can come. Stupid question.

[dohaeris]

[oh this seems like a decent time to mention:]

Oh, Robyn and Mob and Ezra can come too, if they want.

[abornfighter]

At least it's on the training mats on the floor instead of the hard wood.

[She's kidding entirely, but if Robby's going to set her up with this reputation, she's going to take it and roll with it.]

[dohaeris]

[oh vi got...bigger. sansa's delight at her friends planning an outing for her is momentarily eclipsed by curiosity––but she was asked a question.]

I don't want to see a show for children.

[that's all she can think of in moment...]

Vi, what happened when you came back?

[faceblocks]

I dunno, exactly. I don't remember not being here, not any more than falling asleep and waking up like every other day. But I remember a little about...

...being here? Except, you know, smaller. It feels like a dream I had that I can't quite remember all the colors of. You [hm.] ...want to know what I think happened to the other me?

I think she's me. Maybe I dreamed of this place too, when I went back. Maybe I just don't remember it. Maybe that's why I trusted you as soon as I saw you when I washed up here.

[she doesn't ...know. she's just trying to put pieces together.]

And I didn't mean little kids stuff, just not "stiff drink in a bar". Not that I think that'd be up your alley, but ...you never know.

[sansa. can also ride a unicorn if she wants to. the nightmare will behave.]

[dohaeris]

[sansa listens with a faint smile––this one should be pretty familiar. it broadens when vi mentions trusting her as soon as she saw her, and some of the tension eases out of her shoulders. however, when vi mentions drinking––]

I can have wine!

[very mature, sansa. she quickly amends this.]

I like a cup of wine, sometimes, with dinner.

[she definitely doesn't particularly want to go riding...]

I don't want to spend all day in a tavern, though. We have them in Westeros.

[her memories of staying at inns aren't....great...and won't really improve...and she's sure anything in cellar door would be nicer than that, or any of the taverns and pot shops in king's landing she's sure she wouldn't be welcome in.]

I went in the Red and met Madame Generosity. Everyone was very kind, and they gave me cake. I wouldn't mind going again, but I'd like to see what else there is to do before whatever it is that happens to me.

[faceblocks]

Well, then we'll have to get you some wine. The lady wants wine, the lady gets wine. Just not whiskey. And no drinking contests. It's not worth it. [it's almost never worth it. when it is worth it: when it's keeping other teens from being their own worst enemy. cough johnny lawrence cough.]

Okay, so fuck a tavern, what about a rooftop picnic with wine and cakes and whatever else we can scare up? Pretty sure we can find a lot of stuff.

Then we can see a show, or have a dance, get our hair done. Oh hair. I have something for you! It's for your hair, and I totally forgot about it.

[how fast the hair obsession had faded. but there's still some interest.]

[dohaeris]

[sansa giggles a little. is she talking about their roof?]

I think the ravens would steal the cakes.

[it's pretty cold, too. she thinks about this.]

Are there glass gardens, anywhere?

[there is in fact a greenhouse at the painted turtle clinic sansa helps to run. she in fact asked vi to bring some of their msuhroom-growing logs in there a few months ago. it has blackberry bushes, too.

her smiles warms a little more.]

You have something for my hair?

[her mother used to put ribbons in her hair...]

[faceblocks]

[not their roof, but a higher roof. though their roof could do just as well.]

Not if you tell them not to. And maybe I bring 'em their own cakes. It can be a bribery of ravens instead of ...a, um, it's usually a conspiracy, right?.

[those are the glass gardens she remembers, so:] There sure are, and guess who showed me where those were? Starts with an "S" and she's a pretty big deal around here.

And yeah, I do. [there are two bands she acquired when on that shopping outing that robby had planned for chizu and 2b, so sansa can have her pick. (she can have both).] Two things. I'll make sure I bring those along.

[dohaeris]

[sansa laughs a little nervously, confused.]

I'm not a maester.

[wait. is that how people think they send ravens in the seven kingdoms, by talking to them?]

They're the ones who give the letters to the ravens. You have to go school for a long time to learn how to do it, and girls aren't allowed.

[her mouth quirks up at the corner, wistfully.]

That was very kind of you, to get me things for my hair. I don't have anything for you, except food from the magic box.

[faceblocks]

Oh, no I mean with your voice. They like you, so they listen. They know all kinds of songs, and they say sassy stuff to people because they can.

Well, girls can do whatever they want here, and if you want a picnic in the glass gardens, then that's what we're doing. And for the whole time you're here, it's "What Sansa Wants to Do" time, no request is too large, just so you know.

Or too small.

It's what friends do, right? I don't need a gift, I've got you in my corner ...that's gift enough. So just hang out with me, or maybe tell me a story about Visenya, or Nymeria. You tell great stories.

[what's gift enough is seeing this version of sansa smile. seeing her happy, even just a little. even if it might not stick. what if ...what if it does?]