001 👑 my tears are always frozen

[theladyofwinterfell]

Who: Sansa Stark & You
What: Exploration
When: during the first week of arrival
Where: Greenhouse, "Hotel", Fountain
Warnings: None at this time; will update if necessary



001. fountain

( Sansa isn't certain about Agra 10 just yet. She'd adapted well enough to the Fleet, as it was, and then she'd returned to Westeros for a whirlwind of events. She remembers being with Tyrion as a true wife and it'd been wonderful for the short time she'd experienced it; it hadn't been something she'd done upon return to Westeros but would Tyrion have remembered? Would he have even accepted her advances without thinking it a trick? She doesn't know.

Now, however, she finds herself before a fountain. She remembers them in King's Landing, ornate things where water jumped and played. They were of little use, other than ornament, but this one has cool, clear water and Sansa tests it by cupping her hands and bringing it to her lips to drink. It's sweet water, too, and she thinks this is an important thing to remember; she has no idea what other water might be on the planet. She's dribbled it all over her front when she hears someone approach and she clears her throat a bit, startled. )

Sorry, I was just testing to see if it was drinkable. It seems that it is so if we cannot find additional water, at least we have this.

002. greenhouse

( Sansa finds herself drawn to a room that seems, for all the world, quite like the glass gardens at Winterfell. Those glass gardens have been destroyed both by the Boltons and later by the Night King but Sansa remembers how they were when she was a girl. She spots a glowing container with seeds in it and touches it lightly, surprised to realize she knows everything about the plants in this room just now. She knows which are edible and which aren't and she knows how to tend them as well.

She goes through the rows of plants, touching something like a cherry and something like one of the ripe, sweet melons of the Summer Isles. There's a berry that's as poisonous as Tears of Lys and Sansa keeps well away from it, not even daring to touch it. There's another that looks rather like the plant that makes The Strangler but it seems to be perfectly benign. When she sees someone else about to pop one of the poisonous berries into their mouth, she holds up her hands and shouts. )

No, don't! It's poison! There are others which are good but not that one. Come, let me show you which are all right to eat and which aren't.

003. hotel

( Sansa had been used to her accommodations in the Fleet and while they were austere, they were clean and safe. There's no such thing here on Agra 10. The only beds seem to be in an abandoned hotel and they seem dusty with disuse. She doesn't know where she's going to lay her head tonight but she'll need to clear out a room and claim it.

It doesn't take long to make one of the rooms livable. There's no mattresses but the furniture is still in good shape. There doesn't seem to be any damage, really, only the lack of mattress for the bed presents a problem. Sansa thinks she can stuff a mattress if she must but she decides she might look over in the hospital to see if they have one instead; before she creates, she would rather improvise. The Gods have provided for her in the Fleet before so perhaps they will here.

She steps into the corridor and almost bowls into another person. It's not like her, at all, but she recovers and gives the person a small smile. )

Forgive me, I've managed to nearly knock you down. I was too focused on how to make this room livable, apparently.

Comments

fountain

[seeingscarlet]

Sansa?

[Wanda can't hide the tremble in her voice. There are so many dear friends she'd had to say goodbye to knowing she was never going to see them again. She thinks of Sansa often - any time she braids her hair, every time she saw the beautiful gown Sansa had made for her after Vision's painting, whenever she tastes something that reminds her of lemons. She'd hoped that whatever Sansa went back to that she found happiness. She deserved it.

And now she's here too...or a version of her. One can rarely tell at first glance, aside from some small identifying markers like Wanda's wedding ring.

And that tiny fairy dragon perched on Wanda's shoulder who's chirping curiously, but she's a new addition to the Maximoff-Vision household.]

Do you remember me?

[theladyofwinterfell]

( Sansa's heart catches in her throat for a moment. Wanda is someone who'd become such a dear friend in the Fleet and seeing her now after two long years is indescribable. Sansa has lost so many friends in the wars against the Night King and Cersei so to see one that has been given back to her feels like a gift she doesn't deserve. )

Of course I remember you, Wanda. How could I forget the woman who taught me how to fly?

[seeingscarlet]

[Wanda's eyes start to water and a heartbeat later she rushes forward to catch Sansa in a hug. Thistle barely has time to evacuate her shoulder.

Look, it's been a long year.]

I missed you so much. Are you all right?

[theladyofwinterfell]

( While the small dragon has escaped Sansa's notice in her exuberant joy to see Wanda, it's not escaped Lady's notice and the direwolf watches it curiously. Lady is exceedingly polite, though, not unlike her mistress, and makes no move toward it.

Sansa, for her part, is weeping in joy. She doesn't often recover what she's lost. )

How long, for you? I went home for two years, Wanda. I didn't know if this was all a dream but I didn't want it to be. I wanted you to be real.

[seeingscarlet]

[Sansa's crying, and so Wanda starts crying for real too. Even in her time on the Fleet, she was never able to get anyone back. Pietro had been there, once, but only in that nebulous time she couldn't remember.]

It was a year for us. I always wished I could check on the rest of you, make sure you were all right. But I never forgot.

Hotel

[beenalongday]

[ Clint's not particularly comfortable with the hotel either, but it's a place to stay, and it's shelter, even if it's the rough kind. And honestly, when he's been out on missions, he's had a lot rougher than this, so it doesn't bother him that much.

Still, if one is looking for all the comforts of home, they obviously won't find it here. He's on his way out of the hotel, intending to stretch his legs and continue working on acclimating to this place when suddenly, he very narrowly misses crashing into Sansa. ]

Hey, don't worry about it, I wasn't really looking where I was going either.

[ He has a lot to think about, the least of which is how he's going to adjust to life on this strange planet, but that's no excuse. ]

I guess whoever put this together wasn't really thinking about making things comfortable. Or maybe they just didn't know what that even means.

[ He shrugs. Comfortable or not, at least it's a room. But he focuses back on Sansa and asks: ]

How's that going for you?

Re: Hotel

[theladyofwinterfell]

Progress is very slow, unfortunately. It seems like no one has lived here for quite a long while and I'm not certain if it can be done in a day or even a week. It seems like we're going to have to build everything from the ground up, more or less.

( Luckily, Sansa has experience with this. Rebuilding Winterfell after the war had been an arduous task but with the talents and generous gifts of the Northmen under her reign, she's been able to see ashes turn into beautiful towers once again. This place hasn't been razed to the ground, at least, and that makes it a better place to start than some. Sansa has faith they can make it livable if they work together, even if it's only a small amount of faith. )

I could make mattresses but I need cloth and straw to do it. I looked in the greenhouse and there are some plants that might be of help but I've seen nothing that will make for a suitable mattress. I only hope that we find some in short order.

[beenalongday]

Yeah, seems like there's a lot of that going on around here. And as for this place, well, it's definitely a real fixer-upper.

[ He takes a look around at the surroundings before focusing back in on her. She seems like she's made of tough stuff, if his first impression of her can be counted on for anything. The more people they have like that, the better, in Clint's opinion. This isn't going to be a walk in the park. ]

I mean, it's not a foolproof idea, but what if people contribute whatever clothing they can spare? On the other hand, that might backfire if the weather turns bad, but- It's a thought, anyway.

[theladyofwinterfell]

Clothing could work, if we ripped apart the seams. I feel we have to take care with that, yes, because if the weather turns we might wish we had it.

( Sansa smiles a bit and dips her head a bit in greeting. She's gotten used to being home the last two years and everyone knowing who she is on sight and this is basically a brand new version of the Fleet. )

I am Sansa Stark. I find that I have neglected to introduce myself and I'm apologize.

[beenalongday]

Yeah, and I guess if clothing doesn't work, there's leaves and moss and other things around that could be used as fabric substitutes.

[ Or maybe that wouldn't work at all, but people used to make woven blankets from plant materials. He supposes they could attempt to do the same, if worst comes to worst.

But then she's introducing himself, and Clint's quick to smile in return. ]

Nice to meet you.

[ It doesn't bother him that she's just now remembering about introductions. They have other bigger priorities besides exchanging names, although considering they're most likely stuck here for awhile, making connections seems like a good idea. ]

Clint Barton.

[ And then he holds out a hand for her to shake, if she's so inclined. ]

Greenhouse

[unbearablynaive]

[And who should be in the greenhouse but the android who had made his own gardens back on the Twin Roses? He's been doing some work on the upper floors - there's still plenty of pruning and cleaning up to do so the precious food plants can thrive, and he's been volunteering to deal with a particular thorny-stalked plant that produces a sweet, pastry-like edible flower. Sometimes having impenetrable skin can come in handy.

So he's headed down the nearest staircase with a basket full of hefty flower petals and sees a new arrival, and he barely manages not to drop it.]

I hardly believe my eyes. Sansa, is that you?

[theladyofwinterfell]

( Sansa hears his voice and it's as if a long dream has come to an end. Vision was one of the first people in the Fleet aside from Tyrion and Jim to welcome her and she's come to consider he and Wanda very good friends. Sansa cannot help but cry a bit, so overwhelmed with seeing a friend once more. )

I thought I'd never see you again. I'm the queen now, they made me Queen in the North. I never would have been able to do it without you. Never.

[unbearablynaive]

My dear friend.

[He sets down the basket and quickly rushes over to her, smiling, and takes her hand in both of his. (He's not quite sure if she'd allow a hug.)]

I am so very glad to hear that you've done well for yourself. But--are you saying you remembered everything?

[Because--they never had, when people had gone home from the Fleet, but things were different at the end there. If people could remember, maybe--maybe a lot more people had a chance. Oh, but that's good to hear.

And she's the Queen? How charming and perfect.]

I'm here, and Wanda's here as well, and a few others from the Drift Fleet. We spent a year together on that last planet we visited, Naviadna--it's been lovely, but we did miss you.

[theladyofwinterfell]

( Sansa squeezes his hands before leaning in to hug him. She's missed him terribly and the war had decimated the North, whittled her friends and scattered her family. It's good to finally be with someone who is a friend and know that they had a happy life in the interim. She pulls away with misty eyes. )

I'm so glad you and Wanda are here together. I would want it no other way for you, truly. I couldn't have been the queen without you, Vision. War was so difficult and I lost faith in the good of people, the desire of people to want something more than just satisfying their base desires. You taught me how to believe again and I can never thank you enough for it.

[unbearablynaive]

[He hugs her back fiercely and keeps his hands on her shoulders when she lets go; his face is a conflict of emotions between gratitude and astonishment. Nobody's ever said anything like that to him before (well, except Wanda, but she's his wife so it's different). It's possibly the best compliment he could ever receive. His voice is rough when he replies.]

What is lost can be found again, my dear. If I helped to set you on the right track for it, I am deeply moved.

[He squeezes her shoulders and lets go, still smiling.]

I cannot think of a frame of mind I would more gladly see in a leader. I'm very proud of you, Sansa.

[There's so much to work on here that he's concerned he might lose sight of things under the pile of tasks to be done sometimes, but...only for a moment. Because he has friends like Sansa who help give him a fresh perspective, and what could be more important than that?]

Fountain

[the_tailor]

[It's been a bit of a tiring day so far for Lance. After doing a bit of work on the farm and greenhouse, he'd taken to cleaning up the dilapidated hotel room he and Keith were staying in some more, though much of it was a lost cause. Right now, he needs a cool drink of water and a sit down.

Upon reaching the fountain, he sees a familiar figure, and for a little while he forgets about his exhaustion.]

We do. Too small a pool of water for proper swimming lessons, though, y'know?

[theladyofwinterfell]

( Sansa has never forgotten how Lance gave her lessons in swimming and seeing him now makes her brighten, grin spreading across her face with ease. So many old friends here even if she doesn't know exactly where here is. )

Lance! I had no idea you were here as well. It seems that I keep running into people I care about in this place even though I do not know why I was chosen to come here. Are any of your friends here? The ones from your home?

[the_tailor]

[Lance hasn't seen much in the way of familiar figures himself (though thankfully the most important was the first he saw), so it's definitely lifting his spirits a little. Maybe there are others yet he just hasn't run into?]

I haven't the slightest idea how we got zapped to this place, either, but nothing really made any sense about our situation. And...well, it's just me and Keith. I mean, thank god, I'd probably go nuts without him.

[To say the absolute least. Lance doesn't even want to think of how things would be here without him.]

No one but me and him, though.

[theladyofwinterfell]

I am sorry the rest of your friends don't seem to have come but if anyone, I'm glad you have Keith. You can rely upon one another and it's so necessary in a place like this that feels like starting over.

I haven't seen Jim. I keep hoping to see him but he's not come here, I don't think.

( If he never does, Sansa will always wonder how he is and if he's returned home but she cannot help but kindle a bit of hope in her heart that he comes to this place too. She misses him. )

[the_tailor]

It is. So I'm grateful for that. And I'm really, really glad to see you, too.

[He goes quiet for a few moments at the mention of Jim.]

...I'm going to really miss him, if he's not here. I mean, I'm glad for him if he went home, but...he was a really good friend. I haven't seen some other people I really hoped I'd see, either, but...

[Part of Lance's heart absolutely aches, thinking about losing Biffy from his life.]

Hotel

[tallasaking]

[Tyrion only had one thought when he found out that his wife was here - and that was to get to her. He just did not think that she would be smacking right into him and sending him straight to the floor of this ... rather disgusting hotel.

They came from Westeros, and it was still tidier than this.

From the ground, he stated dryly.]

I would recommend, lady wife, that you simply burn it all down and start anew.

[theladyofwinterfell]

Tyrion! Gods, I didn't mean to hurt you. I didn't even realize you were here and that's terrible of me. I should have known. I hoped.

( Sansa kneels down beside him, checking him over for bruises and injuries. The last thing she wants to do is injure her husband during the first week they've come to a new world. )

[tallasaking]

Sansa, my dear wife ... ugh.

[Tyrion sat himself up, wincing as she pressed down on his right leg.] I hoped too - and hoped to be wrong. Gods know I don't want you stuck in another place like the bloody ship.

[A wry smile.] Also, I would have preferred not to be bowled over, but here we are.

[theladyofwinterfell]

I didn't mean to bowl you over, I swear. As far as being stuck in another place, well. I suppose it won't be so terrible as long as I have you with me.

( Sansa doesn't know when he comes from, though, and doesn't want to spoil bits of his future if she can possibly help it. Therefore, she phrases the next bit of her question delicately. )

What's the last you remember of Westeros, Tyrion?

[tallasaking]

Aw, darling one, that's the sweetest thing you could have said to me. Being trapped together in this hellish place together.

[He gave her a lopsided smile, before he frowned.]

I ... remember what I recalled before. Rousting troops for Daenerys, after she flew off on Drogon.