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CHARACTERS: Éowyn and anyone!
LOCATION: Anywhere you would like, all over the ship
WARNINGS: None, I think
SUMMARY: Éowyn decides to do a little exploring around the ship, maybe meet more people, etc.
NOTES: Feel free to strike conversation with her or set something up and I can have her approach your character instead! I can work with both brackets and prose, so go with whatever makes you most comfortable.

[There was nothing warm about this place; Éowyn was all too familiar with that feeling. Yet it was a different kind of detachment than the cold that reigned over the lands of Middle Earth. That lingering shadow, spread like a disease far and wide to kingdoms distant, seeped into the skin and settled uncomfortably within one's heart. This place would not instill so much horror, such fear, she should think, yet it did not feel welcoming, despite being peaceful so far, no threats that she could see.

She stepped through hallways and areas unaware of where she was headed, but having no set course she simply roamed, curious she was about the different areas within the ship. She kept her sword fastened to her belt always, and she carried the device given to her upon her arrival, but she did not use it. She did not know it had a purpose, even, but as she watched others around her make use of it she could only guess it must, and more than once she found herself holding the slim black object in an attempt to understand what it was.

But from all the places she saw, it was in the gardens that she found most peace, and felt the safest. Everywhere else was still too foreign, too cold, many a noise surprising her when she least expected to hear them. It was daunting enough to think they sailed a ship entirely made of metal amongst the stars, and as poetic and idyllic as that may sound when told in tales and legends, in songs of gods and people long past, the reality, or in the very least this reality, was all too different. She should like no more than to have her feet upon ground, back in Arda, even if she would find herself back at the Pelennor Fields, facing the Witch-King. Especially then. That moment still hung over her head in endless uncertainty, as if she stood, even now, at the edge of a knife.]

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[He explains well, careful, she notes, to make sure she understands how the device works, and the various things it can be used for.

She had never seen anything like it before. The concept of technology is one that feels so foreign to her, but still, she is smart. It will take time for her to use it properly, but for now she does follow the explanations with relative ease, posing one question or another, experimenting with the device by tapping on the screen once or twice.]

I will endeavor to learn more about this device, then, by using it as much as I can. Pray tell, does this object have a name?

They call it a communicator.

[ and so does robb. it always takes him by surprise, when he realizes how he's grown used to this place, how it doesn't often shock him anymore. ]

There are some who can do much more than I with it. Their tutelage may serve you better.

For now what you have shown me seems like more than enough as it is. If more should be taught I do not think I would be able to retain the knowledge.

[She takes the device and tries to hit a few of the buttons curiously, still slow but at least remembering well what Robb had shown her. She locks the screen eventually and lets her arm lower.]

It is a most useful device. It certainly must make it easier to keep contact with all the people here. Thank you for showing me how to use it.

It helps, if you speak to people here. They can often explain much. When I first arrived, almost everything was strange to me.

[ being ren faire was hard, let robb tell you about it. ]

If you aren't the sort to sit idle, there are many departments that would welcome someone capable.

[ and technological handicap aside, robb saw no reason to discount her. she could have many talents, things that could benefit the ship regardless. ]

I will most assuredly try to speak with others here at least, to learn as much as I can if I am to stay here.

[Though she hopes to be returned soon, she is not so foolish to think that she is more than anyone else on the ship to have that luck.]

You mean where I may find work, yes? Departments of what kind, if I may ask?

Have you skill with weapons?

[ weapons meaning swords, truthfully, because robb doesn't take her for a woman capable of using guns, much as robb had been mystified by them when he'd first appeared on the ship. ]

I joined the Security Team, but there are others, Gardens and Flight Crew and Communications, though the latter all may take more skill with technology than you may have, forgive me for saying.

It is the truth, I do not think I could ever have enough knowledge about this technology to aid in those areas.

[She had never even heard the word technology before arriving in the ship, after all. She glances briefly at her own sword.]

I have skill with the blade. I do not know if that would be helpful to a place like this.

When I joined the Security team, I could only fight with my sword. There are those aboard who would teach you of different weapons, if you wish to help defend us.

[ robb had only had his sword, and tyke had sent him to gunnery to be trained. there were ways to learn, even for the two of them. the starks had all adjusted, one by one. ]

You could help us. Do you wish to speak with Tyke?

I would, yes. Is he the one in care for your team?

[ But then a thought comes to her, and apprehensively, she asks. ]

He would not oppose to a woman joining?

I think she would raise no objections.

[ a little amused, if only because he sees himself in that reaction, his initial flicker of surprise at a woman charged with defending their ship. ]

Tyke is a woman. She leads us.

... oh.

[ Her tone is one of surprise, as is the stare she returns Robb. She would not have guessed it, even though she knows the roles that women may take here are much different from the ones in her own world.

Still, it is a pleasant kind of surprise, and she is smiling before long. ]

That is all the better, then. Thank you.

Speak with her. She would be happy to have you, as we are always in need of recruits.

[ recruits isn't the word robb would use, but they don't swear fealty to tyke. she wouldn't ask it of them, and robb doesn't impose it upon her. ]

If you need help learning of guns, please call upon me. Or those of the Gunnery. They have instructed me, when first I needed assistance.

I certainly will.

[ She is not entirely used to the word either, but she understands what Robb means. It is how most things seem to work here, very different from the system she is accustomed to. ]

I will let you know if that so happens. Firstly I will speak to Tyke about it, she will surely tell me what sorts of things do I have to learn if I wish to join the department. [ She offers him a slight bow. ] Thank you, my Lord. You have been most helpful.

You're welcome, my lady.

[ he bows, inclines his head in a gesture of respect before parting from her, grey wind following at his side. ]

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