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[mmiab]

Hello, everyone.

[ a little wave from a man who's smiling happily enough - a bit subdued, perhaps, but that's to be expected given the subject matter. ]

It's been a tough month, eh? I just wanted to say a huge well done to those of you who fought for a cure - it's extraordinary that you were able to create one in the time you did from entirely foreign components. I'm glad that our hosts are recognising the effort.

Everyone else, well done to you, too. Whatever you were doing, this has been a stressful situation and you made it out the other side, and that's worth a pat on the back if you ask me.

[ patron... ising??? it doesn't look like he's trying to be, voice soft and warm and earnest. what's visible of the background seems to be cool, stark metal: a glimpse of a glass window bathed in a glow of light coming from within. the ship. stasis chamber. ]

Off the back of that, if anyone fancies, I'll be offering free hugs for the rest of the month. Courtesy of me, while stocks last. Just give me a ring, I'll come and find you.

—Yeah, that's it. ... See you, then.

[ and, with a tiny salute, he's out. ]

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[bruxisms]

I AM CURRENTLY IN THE WYVER MARKET.

[ he cannot be serious. there is no way that he is serious. Stannis has certainly never heard of something so idiotic in his life. ]

do you want to action thread it :>

[mmiab]

PERFECT I'LL HEAD DOWN THERE NOW.

let's do it - action

[bruxisms]

[ Stannis, for his part had meant much of what he had said entirely sarcastically. the notion of a man coming across the land for a hug was foreign to him at best, outright idiotic and vexing at worst.

regardless, he is intently examining a few of the wares, looking incredibly morose as he does so. ]

[mmiab]

[ it's really not particularly difficult to guess, out of the people here, who might well be responsible for his deciding to come down here. first, there's matching typing style with textual idiolect, and the combination of ALL CAPS with a particularity about grammar dictates someone unfamiliar with the technology. either older or of another time/place.

and of all the people here, natives ruled out (they're easy to spot, especially in Wyver), there are very few who look to fit the bill.

add into that an aversion to fun and hugs and there's a pointed tap tap tap of an index finger to Stannis' shoulder not five minutes after the Doctor's last text. ]

Hello. Excuse me, are you Stormsend? [ it's all blurred together - stormzend - in a way that could be him correctly pronouncing Storm's End or could be him not being entirely certain that Storm's End is what he's supposed to be saying and therefore he's just going to confidently blurt out the username phonetically and hope for the best.

hi Stannis, there's a lanky bowtied idiot standing behind you. the same lanky bowtied idiot from the video feed that caused you such distress. ]

[bruxisms]

[ when he feels the tap on his shoulder, he is hardly expecting it. but nevertheless, he turns around, looking as dour as ever, replying almost automatically. ]

It is Storm's End. the place in which I grew up. [ certainly, of all the time he has spent in other locations throughout Westeros, that was the only one where he truly felt as though he was home.

but gods be good, the man looks familiar. ]

...Were you the man that I was speaking to?

[ what. is going on.

that was a question that Stannis Baratheon would likely be asking himself for some time. ]