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[Console] (Video) ❅ The First
(She waits until she is sitting primly in a chair, her back straight and her hair braided neatly over one shoulder. Appearance is everything - or so she has learned time and time again. No matter how uneasy she feels, she cannot show it. Alayne Stone won't break.)
I am new to the kingdom of Keeliai, but I have been well-informed. (A small smile - one which doesn't reach her eyes - follows before she continues:) My name is Alayne Stone and I am from a world called Westeros. Should my world sound familiar to anyone, I am eager to speak with you.
(Though perhaps not meet. The fact that is standing on her own hasn't escaped her. She no longer has Littlefinger's protection.
The next part is strange to word, so she decides to just say it.)
Is it true that we are on the back of a giant turtle? I find that hard to believe. Even the largest of turtles are not spacious enough to hold a world, surely?
(What happens when the turtle turns the wrong way?)
Are there other creatures of such a considerable size? I should like to avoid the predators.
(The turtle should avoid them too.)
There are items which I will eventually need. Where might I procure them? Is there a market and some sort of currency?
(Yes, she knows she needs to focus on the things she can control. Otherwise... Otherwise...
She will lose the hope she has been able to retain.)
I am new to the kingdom of Keeliai, but I have been well-informed. (A small smile - one which doesn't reach her eyes - follows before she continues:) My name is Alayne Stone and I am from a world called Westeros. Should my world sound familiar to anyone, I am eager to speak with you.
(Though perhaps not meet. The fact that is standing on her own hasn't escaped her. She no longer has Littlefinger's protection.
The next part is strange to word, so she decides to just say it.)
Is it true that we are on the back of a giant turtle? I find that hard to believe. Even the largest of turtles are not spacious enough to hold a world, surely?
(What happens when the turtle turns the wrong way?)
Are there other creatures of such a considerable size? I should like to avoid the predators.
(The turtle should avoid them too.)
There are items which I will eventually need. Where might I procure them? Is there a market and some sort of currency?
(Yes, she knows she needs to focus on the things she can control. Otherwise... Otherwise...
She will lose the hope she has been able to retain.)
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Being a genius doesn't preclude you from learning from your experiences, surely? Life would be awfully boring. (It surprises her how easy it is to talk to him. He almost reminds her of one of her brothers, bragging about their accomplishments.) I will when I have a better idea of weather patterns.
(Which he can tell her about?)
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Don't worry, he has plenty of ego to spare.]Definitely not. I'm very adaptable. I've even been picking up a little magic - I never thought I'd be saying that! [He chuckles again.
Then he changes subjects to suggest:] I'd go with layers if I were you. Tu Vishan used to migrate on a regular schedule so we got mostly normal seasons, but now that we're drifting... We could run into just about anything. You'll want a flexible wardrobe.
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What sort of magic? (She quirks a brow and gives him closer look.) You remind of the Maesters, though you wear no chain.
(Nodding faintly, she moves to the seamstress and politely asks the layout of her shop. Where are the lighter and/or heavier fabrics etc..)
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Anton's teaching me sigils. A lot of the magic here people use is just, you know, say the magic word and wave your hands and snap your fingers and poof, magic happens. [He mimes some pseudo-magical gestures in a sarcastically dramatic fashion, obviously not having a very high regard for that sort of nonsensical sorcery.]
Sigils are much closer to what I'm used to. There's plenty I still don't understand about how they work, but they're basically magical equations. Not that different from physics or chemistry. [He raises an eyebrow.] What's a Maester?
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(She kneels and spreads out a dark purple fabric in her lap.)
Maesters are trained at the Citadel in Oldtown. Most of them become scholars or healers after graduating and they wear a chain composed of metal links. Each link symbolizes a field of their expertise. For example, silver means medicine and healing.
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Then he laughs.] Don't worry about me. I'm pretty good at dealing with disaster. [It's sort of his job. His job that he doesn't get paid for. Does superheroing count as a job? Maybe he can write his armor expenses off on his taxes...]
Uh, I don't really know anything about medicine and I haven't gone to college yet, but I guess a scientist is a sort of scholar? I'm more the hands-on kind of scientist than the paper-writing kind of scientist, though. I invent stuff, and then I build it.
[While Alayne is looking at dark fabrics, the more brightly-colored ones have caught Tony's interest. He critically eyes a vibrant crimson blouse-ish shirt thing. That's totally his color. It even has gold trim. He wonders if he could get away with that kind of Renaissance Faire getup, or if Gene would just laugh at him.]
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(She gives him a wry smile, pulling out a dark blue fabric and holding it against the purple.)
Do not regret your words. (How many times has she been forced to eat her words, after all? And each time hurt.) What have you invented aside from your armor?
(No, she has no idea how complex his armor happens to be. She is imagining knightly armor.
His attention catches her notice and she rises, expression thoughtful.)
If those colors please you, I could stitch you a shirt. I need only your measurements.
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[At Alayne's offer to sew him a shirt, Tony looks down, and plucks at the ratty red t-shirt he's wearing. After several months of nearly constant wear, it is looking pretty threadbare.] Yeah, sure. That'd be great. [He hadn't really been in the market for new clothes, with money as tight as it is, but he can spare a couple juulan to help Alayne get her sewing business started.]
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I am Sansa Stark; not Alayne Stone. Why am I still lying when he isn't around?
But she knows the reason. Petyr - Father - could arrive at any moment. As could those who mean her nothing but harm. Thus the farce continues.)
I would like that very much. (She gives him a smile, polite and warm.) Consider it a gift for being so helpful. I only need enough Juulan for fabric and thread.
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And it's okay, I'll pay for the shirt. I'll feel like a total jerk ripping you off when you just got here. [He laughs.] Don't worry about it - I'm not that broke. [He is, actually, but he'd never admit it. He's temporarily poor, but he's not Poor, ya know? He's Tony Stark.]
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(Her polite rhetoric has a hard time acquiring words like "jerk".)
I wasn't offering because I thought you were broke. I offered because you have been kind to me.
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Anyway, you don't have to give me free stuff just because I'm nice to you. [He smiles again.] If you're going to be starting a sewing business or service or whatever, you should charge what your time and skills are worth. [His good humor seems to have returned, and he adds cheekily,] Friends don't let friends undervalue their labor.
[That's like, the number one rule of capitalism. Trust him. He's the best at capitalism.]
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(She knows this game all too well.)
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But Tony just shrugs and grunts noncommittally, hoping to drop the subject of SI for now. It's still a sore point, and bitching about it has only brought him merciless excoriation from every corner, so these days he mostly tries to suffer in silence.
Her next question throws him off. Again. She seems really good at that. It's getting a little uncanny.]
Uh... [Dangit, Alayne, he was trying to be all chivalrous and stuff! Is there any way to respond to that doesn't sound either greedy or like he's trying to give her pity charity?] How about a trade? If you need anything from me, you can pay me back by helping me smarten up my wardrobe. Then maybe Gene won't sigh and roll his eyes every time I get dressed.
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Fair. (She decrees, giving him a curious smile at the mention of Gene.) Are you and Gene close? It is truly none of my business, but if he should ever need something stitched or sewn, I wouldn't mind doing it.
(She knows she needs to keep her hands busy or else her mind will wander.)
I would rather keep busy than sit idle. (Boredom used to be the reason why she sought activities, but now it's because of the nightmares that seem to haunt her every step.)
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[Wow, that feels weird to say. One, because it feels inadequate for describing whatever the hell they have with each other, and all the associated baggage. Two, because he's half-convinced that saying it out loud will instantly summon an apoplectic Howard from across the multiverse.]
I get what you mean about sitting around, though. Sometimes I feel like I'm going crazy being boxed up in the hotel all day. [He's been applying himself to sigil studies and the occasional appliance repair with almost ferocious dedication, since it's literally all he has to do a lot of the time.]
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(A man would generally court a lady and she doesn't want to assume either of them are taking on a feminine role. Society didn't prepare her for this.)
I used to feel that way in...the Eyrie...when the snow was so thick we couldn't go outside.
(Not Winterfell. I wasn't there.)
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Wow, how deep does the snow get there? We sometimes get a couple feet in New York, but the plows clear the roads pretty quickly. Then the whole city is just covered in ice and gross slush. [He makes a face. NYC has this reputation of being beautiful in the winter, but the reality is a lot more freezing wind tunnels between buildings and slipping and falling on your ass on the sidewalk and getting splashed with filthy slush by taxis than winter wonderland.] Central Park is awesome after it snows, though. And my friend Rhodey and I used to build epic snowforts in his back yard.