OPEN;

[wandbreaker]

When; Saturday, January 28th, nighttime
Characters; All are welcome! Open log, just specify if it's an open thread or not or if there are 4th wall rules for your character in the comment or subject line! (4th wallers also welcome~)
Summary; The Blue Light's one chilling hangout; good music, good food, and a spectacularly crabby owner who is even letting in under-18s for the 4th Wall weekend.
Log;

Edmund is actually at work tonight - he hopes a member of his family might show up, but he's also wondering who else might show up. He's made sure that he's well staffed for the extra crowds and well stocked, no less.

He just hopes nothing gets out of control.

And of course, that a member of his family shows up, looking for him.

Comments

[wolfinthesnow]

Worry not, Lord Stark - or should I say, King Robb, highest rank, highest honors, I'm sure.

[There is a touch of jest in his voice, just that slightest bit of Jon's old self from their rides and their hunts, from nights where they and Theon joked and often at Robb's redheaded expense]

I was speaking to your sister of the wild beyond the wall and I'm afraid the story got in her head. Even time cannot change that. My apologies, lady.

[To Sansa. Who knew Jon was so skilled with words? But that came with age, with time on the Wall as Lord Commander. He looks at Robb for a long moment]

I would have come. If you had asked me.

[northerner]

And I you. I reached you, didn't I? Tell me of what is to come.

[ it's a boy's hope written upon his face. robb had marched south to free his father, and that had failed. but surely he had managed to save his sisters, if sansa standing before him was any proof of that.

in a way, robb needed it. he needed to know that his men were not marching and dying in vain. their deaths were in service of his sisters, each life sacrificed so that he may break down the doors of the red keep and break the shackles keeping his sisters there. he must hear it from their lips, that he does not fail.

and jon, offering up his honor. robb's expression softens, finally releasing sansa to clasp jon snow's shoulder tightly. ]

I wish that I could have. To have you marching at my side would ensure our victory.

[ weight. she'd called him a weight, and surely that was more than the effects of a story but... ]

You've changed, Sansa. The last I remember, you tastes ran more towards songs of noble knights and their ladies, not weights.