EVENT: SPACE PIRATES ▒ OXYGEN GARDENS

[ataraxites]

CHARACTERS: Ensemble production!
LOCATION: Oxygen Gardens
WARNINGS: Camping.
SUMMARY: Hanging out in camp, discussing pirates, etc.
NOTES: Open to all!

Camping may not be an expected activity on a spaceship, but the gardens are large and have clear, grassy areas for people to gather together. You can help set up tents, inventory supplies or guard the perimeter — just keep an eye out for any strange faces trying to sneak in...

Comments

[wolfdreamer]

Yes-- stop--

[He's beginning to smile a little, though, and he tries still to twist away from her, biting at his lip to keep from laughing.]

Stop, I said!

[wolfchild]

[ What was that? More? Okay. ]

And that. Here. Here. And this!

[ She's on top of him by now and tickling him. ]

[wolfdreamer]

Stop-- stop--

[He's laughing helplessly, breathlessly, and he tries in vain to push her off. But she has the advantage of strength and size and she is over him, and so all his efforts get him nowhere--but he is happy, too, for all his protests. This is Arya, he can see it in her face--]

Don't, Arya, stop--

[wolfchild]

[ The change is abrupt. Her fingers lift from his sides to dig into his shoulders. Arya pins him down. ]

Don't call me that! Don't ever call me that!

[wolfdreamer]

[Bran gasps, quietly, both stung and surprised by that shift. Her fingers are digging in hard, and her grip is strong, but he only blinks up at her.]

I didn't-- [He blinks again, trying not to be hurt by her insistence, trying not to feel as if he has ruined everything with his stupidity.] I wasn't thinking. That hurts, let go--

[wolfchild]

[ She rears back, but not because he told her to. Wide-eyed, she looks around them. Something akin to fear flickers across her face.

If anyone heard...

But everyone heard. Robb made sure of that. She is meant to be no one and they will not let her. Bran only reminded her of it. There is a lot she is meant to do, but she does not know what those must be. The kindly man never told her what she must do with those who knew her. The girl chews her lip. ]

[wolfdreamer]

[He stares up at her, studying her face--quickly, lest she stand up now and run away from him. She can't do that. He was stupid, to say her name like that--but why is it stupid? Why is she so afraid? Because it must be fear, and Arya did not explain it to him before, and she will not explain it now--]

Why can't I say that name?

[Not even your name, though those are the words he is actually thinking. She will not tell him.]

If you told me why, maybe I could help you.

[wolfchild]

Shut up!

[ She's on her feet and nudging Nymeria to follow suit. ]

If you want to help, stop calling me that. It's not my name.

[wolfdreamer]

Don't leave!

[He sits up, and he would reach for her, if she wasn't already too far to grab hold of--and if it didn't make him feel like a child. But you are a child, a stupid child--]

I'm sorry!

[wolfchild]

[ She's not listening, though, and she only wants to put some distance between her and Bran. She has to remind herself not to run, people will stare more if she does, but her steps remain quick. ]