ａｕｄｉｏ + ａｃｔｉｏｎ.

[wolfchild]

[ she begins without preamble, speaking clearly and surely. ]

I have things to trade in the cafeteria. There's hams and cheeses, doughnuts, and juices. Socks too, and wet wipes, toys and jewelry. I've got books too for those who want them and markers in lots of colors. There's a lot more too. I'll be here all day or until it's all gone.

[ she took over a section of the cafeteria for her use. her direwolf lies beside her, guarding both her and the cart.

her wheeled cart ( commandeered from the clinic ) is full of items: the top has a tray of finger food from the promised cold hams and cheeses to oysters and shrimp packed in ice with sauces alongside, even cooked mini pizzas. below are assorted vending machine goods in their wrappers, sacks of ground coffee and hot chocolate, and a dozen fresh doughnuts. she has a pitcher of lemonade and a half-gallon of fruit punch.

in the drawers are assorted items such as wipes, hand sanitizers, socks and scarves, toys including a stuffed bear that moves and talks when you press its stomach, a few books and papers and markers.

hidden inside a bag at the girl's feet are a few cartons of cigarettes and small bottles of whiskey and wine for those who can pay a little extra. ]

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[blossomgale]

...?

[ From the way Sophie's still standing there, staring at the girl, she doesn't quite understand it's a silent dismissal. ]

[wolfchild]

[ pointedly ignoring sophie, the girl organizes everything back in the cart. the direwolf lifts her head and she swipes a few more shrimp to treat the animal. ]

[blossomgale]

...

[ She just stares at her a little longer, then finally speaks up. ] I should head back to my room now. [ Dismissing herself and still not knowing she was already dismissed. ]

I hope you find someone with a much better offer.

[wolfchild]

[ no answer. ]

[blossomgale]

[ KEEPS TALKING. She just waves. ] Bye bye. [ And she turns around to walk off now. ]

[governorkang]

[He gestures at the bag at her feet, guessing that's where she's got the more interesting stuff.]

Drink.

[encharrneered]

That so?

[ She turns slightly, looking towards the kitchens. Mists, did she say fish? Fiiiish. ]

Strange change of heart you had there. Why sell meats at all if the kitchens are stocked like that?

[beardedflannel]

[ a slow breath because his list is pretty big. ]

Lets see... bedding, pillows, blankets, vitamins, coffee, alcohol, chips and snacks and candy, medical and hygiene supplies, pocket knives, pepperspray, hair things, board games and cards, cigarettes. Some extra clothes.

[wolfuncaged]

[He exhales softly]

My stories are not pleasant ones.

[sestra]

So young for such things. [Even if does happen back home, too - though she sees more of the latter.] Fifteen is not quite adult.

action;

[lucency]

I'm afraid I don't. [ and even then, she doubts whether or not her currency would work back in whatever world the girl is from. she closes the book, marking her place with her index finger. ] What do you mean by "favors?" What do you need done?

[ a small narrowing of her eyes that she passes off as curiosity, though honestly? honestly? she thinks of rumplestiltskin. ]

action. | you're gonna get all the things from me!!

[scinlae]

[ Morgana greets Nymeria first, the clamor utterly ignored as she walks over and approaches the direwolf like a dear friend. she misses nothing save the sky and sun and earthy smells she has grown so used to, though are all things of Camelot and home. here she misses nothing, nothing at all. yet Nymeria brings a smile to her face as she regards the beast with affection. ]

You have have quite the collection.

[cesar]

[ Only Cesare should have learned by now not to underestimate women and children. Should doesn't mean he does. ]

Skilled enough not to require a partner?

[getoffmyearth]

[More like the motive of "just give the kid what she wants because she's a kid and he's not a heartless bastard..." Until he realized a possibly resemblance to Cammi, who would have (tried to) gut him for it, probably.]

Well it makes it kind of hard to do a trade if I don't know what you're looking for, doesn't it?

video. | told you so

[wolfskin]

[ he dares not seek her out just yet, allowing her what space she wills, Robb knows better now than to loom about her protectively. his sister knows how to fend for herself, nevertheless he struggles to suppress the protectiveness her mere presence stirs.

Grey Wind paces behind Robb as he peers into the tablet, expression guarded yet neutral. ]

So this is why you have been collecting so much.

[wolfchild]

[ nymeria lifts her head and drags herself forward some so she can nose morgana's skirts. the girl smiles. ]

I keep busy. Here. Try this. [ she hands morgana a wrapped chocolate bar. ] Take off the wrapping, and it's really good!

[wolfchild]

[ some of those she has never heard of before. some intrigue her. for the moment, she settles for the familiar and useful. ]

Any holes in the sheets?

[wolfchild]

Because there are a lot that would rather cry and faint than prepare meat.

[ should have seen the faces she got when she decided to skin and gut a sheep. ]

[wolfchild]

[ she bends down to stroke the direwolf. when she straightens, she has a little bottle of whiskey inside a pretty paper bag in hand. ]

This one?

[wolfchild]

Fifteen is a woman-grown. If your world keeps them as children, that is only yours.

[wolfchild]

I did not ask for pleasant. Only a story.

[wolfchild]

I'm looking for useful things or interesting things. You have any of those? [ and prize for remaining vague as hell... ]

audio on this end for now.

[wolfchild]

[ a servant girl, she had claimed to be. she draws the guise of a servant over her shoulders. ]

I have some new things for you, Your Grace. I hope they will please you.

[wolfchild]

Nothing now. That's why it would be a favor.

[ she keeps her own eyes large, her mouth relaxed. she can look younger than she is when she wishes, and she knows people tend to read it as innocence. not many think ill of children, even here. ]

[hejhej]

[It's all too much for Lisbeth, really. Eating shitty food on the moon - hell, even on the island - makes her miss all the things she used to in Sweden and in Siren's Port. She almost doesn't hear the girl's question until a moment passes.]

It's been awhile since I've seen edible pizza and coffee grounds.