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wintersfallenWHO: Ned Stark
WHERE: De Chima - in town and at the farmhouse
WHEN: Jan. 23
WHAT: Just Nedding about
WARNINGS: None, at the moment, but standard Game of Thrones disclaimer
I. But First, Coffee
It's a beautiful day. Not, perhaps, by anyone else's standards - it's overcast and cool and some of those clouds seem to bear the threat of rain. But that's how he prefers it. It makes this strange place feel just a little more like home.
He's left work early, after spending much of the morning at his desk, staring out the window. Some days he doesn't mind being in the office. It's fascinating, at times, and he's learned a great deal there. But sometimes his patience with the whole thing grows thin. Today is one of those days.
He feels better already, being out in the open air. He's headed home to enjoy the rest of this lovely day. After he pops into the coffee shop to pick up one of those marvelous drinks the folks in the office have introduced him to - something called a "latte." He picks up a lemon cake for Cat, as well. It's sold by the slice, and though the girl gives him a funny look when he asks, he buys a whole cake's worth of them.
Should you be in this shop or on the street, you might find yourself having a rare encounter with a cheerful Ned Stark. He's smiling. This place takes as well as it gives - he misses the girls terribly still - but he is grateful for every day he has with those who remain, and for the relative peace here. His head seems likely to remain securely on his shoulders here, and that is certainly something to be grateful for.
II. No Way This is Gonna Last
Once home, he changes out of his office-mandated suit and into the jeans and t-shirt that have become his standard attire here and situates himself on the porch with the rest of his latte and half a slice of Cat's lemon cake.
On a whim, he summons a pair of his wolves to sit with him, and though they are not corporeal beings and he cannot scratch them behind the ears, as such, they are still good company. And so, there he sits, content, peaceful, half waiting for something or someone to come along and ruin everything.
III. Wildcard
If there's something else you'd like to do with Ned, feel free!
WHERE: De Chima - in town and at the farmhouse
WHEN: Jan. 23
WHAT: Just Nedding about
WARNINGS: None, at the moment, but standard Game of Thrones disclaimer
I. But First, Coffee
It's a beautiful day. Not, perhaps, by anyone else's standards - it's overcast and cool and some of those clouds seem to bear the threat of rain. But that's how he prefers it. It makes this strange place feel just a little more like home.
He's left work early, after spending much of the morning at his desk, staring out the window. Some days he doesn't mind being in the office. It's fascinating, at times, and he's learned a great deal there. But sometimes his patience with the whole thing grows thin. Today is one of those days.
He feels better already, being out in the open air. He's headed home to enjoy the rest of this lovely day. After he pops into the coffee shop to pick up one of those marvelous drinks the folks in the office have introduced him to - something called a "latte." He picks up a lemon cake for Cat, as well. It's sold by the slice, and though the girl gives him a funny look when he asks, he buys a whole cake's worth of them.
Should you be in this shop or on the street, you might find yourself having a rare encounter with a cheerful Ned Stark. He's smiling. This place takes as well as it gives - he misses the girls terribly still - but he is grateful for every day he has with those who remain, and for the relative peace here. His head seems likely to remain securely on his shoulders here, and that is certainly something to be grateful for.
II. No Way This is Gonna Last
Once home, he changes out of his office-mandated suit and into the jeans and t-shirt that have become his standard attire here and situates himself on the porch with the rest of his latte and half a slice of Cat's lemon cake.
On a whim, he summons a pair of his wolves to sit with him, and though they are not corporeal beings and he cannot scratch them behind the ears, as such, they are still good company. And so, there he sits, content, peaceful, half waiting for something or someone to come along and ruin everything.
III. Wildcard
If there's something else you'd like to do with Ned, feel free!