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Who: Jon Snow and ota
What: attempting to settle in
When: 12/10
Where: market dome & recreation dome
Warnings: N/A
Notes: Shortly after Sansa's post.

It's been a few days, and things still don't make any more sense than they did when he first arrived. He's starting to wonder if they ever will. He'd tried staying in his room, but he'd just gotten bored, even with the magic wall for watching things. (No, not magic, apparently, just something he doesn't understand.) So he's trying something else instead.

The first place he ends up is the market dome. He's dressed all in black, like Sansa said he would be, with hair of the right length if it weren't tied back, and, of course, just like Sansa said, brooding. It's like she's got him figured out. He's just wandering through the dome at the moment, seeing what's on offer here. There's nothing that he needs right now. He's just here to learn what he can.

After he's done in the market dome, he navigates (somehow, don't ask him how) to the recreation dome, the one lit with sunshine. Sunlight seems to be in short supply in Westeros right now, and he prefers it to the lighting found everywhere in the domes.

He has found a quiet, disused spot near the edges and is currently doing what looks like fencing moves, only without a sword.

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South doesn't exactly recognize him from the post, lots of people have dark hair and wear black- okay, maybe it's not as common here, but it doesn't immediately spring to mind that he should be familiar in any way. Rather, after enjoying some "sunlight", though she honestly questions how much sun is in it, she's planning to make her way out, maybe find a drink or something. Until the swordless fencing catches her attention.

Now, alright, she can gather he's doing something like fencing, just with no sword in hand. But where's the fun in admitting to knowing that?

"You get something in your pants, or just trying to dance?" She asks as she waltzes up closer, rocking a curious eyebrow.

"I don't dance." Which might explain it. Maybe he looks like that because he doesn't know what he's doing.

"I haven't got any practice weapons, and I didn't think it was appropriate to start waving around a real one."

"Obviously not." She rumbles out under her breath, inching up closer with a curious tilt of her head.

"Do you have an actual real one? A sword?" She looks around him for any sign of one, a hand gesturing off randomly, "I've left my guns locked up, didn't see a need for them here yet." Yet.

He doesn't know what guns are, but that's hardly a concern right now. He probably wouldn't understand her explanation anyway.

"It's in my quarters." Along with the knife he used to keep tucked into his belt, before he was here.

"Well that's no fun." She huffs, crossing her arms over her chest and fixing her gaze back on him. "Should whip it out, anyone dumb enough to get close enough to get cut deserves it."

"No one deserves it." Those who don't know how to defend themselves in such a situation definitely don't deserve it. At least those he's met on a battlefield knew what they were getting into, and what they were doing. "Fun isn't the point."

"Buddy, if they're dumb enough to see a dude swinging around a sword and waltz on up like nothing- they could use a nick or two outta their skin." It seems like common sense to her, you see a guy fencing with something sharp and shiny, you don't get all up in his shit without expecting to get a new scar. "Might not be the point, but it doesn't hurt to enjoy a little weapon work."

"If I can't stop before I accidentally hurt someone, then I shouldn't be doing this." He knows what he's doing, and he knows the importance of paying attention while he does it. "Those who enjoy it too much are the ones who shouldn't be doing it."

"Well duh, no shit, but you sounded more worried about someone sneaking up too curious and getting hit accidentally." She rolls her eyes, shaking her head. If you can't handle your weapon, obviously you shouldn't have it, that doesn't even need saying.

"Hey man, I didn't say to get a murder boner. But ya know, take pride in your aim with shots, your accuracy with hits, your form and endurance and stamina. In the success of saving someone or getting the target, ya know, be proud of doing your job and doing it well." She's pretty proud of her kill count, but she doesn't exactly enjoy snuffing out a life.

Well... Usually she doesn't enjoy ending a life. Sometimes the Innies deserve to be outright tortured slowly to death, for the shit they do to innocent people, to kids. And no Covvie aliens count, they all deserve to be torn apart piece by piece.

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No matter where she goes Charis brings her duel swords with her. Both are strapped to her back, noticably clashing with the outfit choice she's made for the day. Nothing too shit has happened in a while so she's chosen to relax a little, which means wearing something a little less pragmatic: a flowing white sundress with long sleeves and two long red ribbions around the waist. It reminds her of something she'd have chosen to wear hundreds of years ago while wandering through Grecian marketplaces. Sometimes it's nice to indulge in old memories.

The rec dome was on her way to her mostly secret destination and usually she wouldn't have stopped but someone new caught her attention. For the most part she felt like she at least knew the faces of most people here. Besides that she'd learned the distinct feel most people had. Being an empath had a perk of making it easy to distinguish people based on how they felt. This man though, he wasn't someone she recognized. Besides that she was vaguely amused to see someone trying to fence without a weapon. Sword play was an integral part of her people's lives and her own. To Coda it was a language and she was always interested in seeing how others spoke that language.

There was a smirk on her face as she sauntered up.

"Doesn't that usually work better with a weapon? Or have you not graduated to practicing with real swords?"

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There are a few things that annoy him. One of them would be assuming he doesn't know what he's doing. Especially when it comes to swords, since that's one of the things he undeniably does know.

"I haven't got a practice weapon. I wouldn't want to risk hurting someone with the real one."

"Never used practice weapons where I learned. I think they were trying to make sure we hurt each other," she shrugs. It was definitely that they were trying to make sure that they hurt each other. Coda took training very seriously, definitely sometimes too seriously.

"You new?"

"We had a few. Mostly we used blunted swords." The master of arms thought that was the best way to get the feel for it, rather than using a substitute.

"I've been here a few days."

"Somehow sounds less fun." There's a hint of a smirk on her lips at the comment. Serious is one thing she rarely is for long.

"Welcome to this shit hole. What do you think so far?"

"Too much fun is how people get hurt." Mastery of weapons is a serious skill, in his mind.

"It's nothing like home. I don't know yet if that's a good thing."

"My people don't get hurt easily," she gave a shrug and then a wave of her hand.

"What's your home like?"

"People get hurt who shouldn't." That's the easiest way to explain it. Too many people have died in the last few years, and some of them were deaths that hadn't been brought about anything the person themselves did. After his recent conversation with Sansa, he can't help but wonder how things would be different now if things had turned out differently all those years ago.

"Houses fight with other Houses and innocent people die."

It hasn't been all that long since she'd first met Jon. A few weeks? It felt longer than that. She'd seen him in passing a few times since then and had spoken to him using the neurological connection that those brought to the sphere shared. There was something different about Jon, something that she struggled to define.

She had a small brown package clutched to her chest, decorated with a little piece of pink ribbon that she usually wore in her hair. Her outfit was a cute pink blouse with a matching white skirt. Sansa had helped her with the embroidery and she thought it had turned out fairly well.

Her free hand tugged at her skirt, suddenly feeling self conscious about her angelic styled clothing.

After a pause she knocked on his door, "Jon? Are you home? I hope I'm not interrupting anything." She didn't go to people's homes often, at least not without an invatation or having reached out before hand. It felt rude just showing up but she hoped that Jon wouldn't be upset with her.

He happens to be home when she shows up, since he doesn't have a lot of other places to be yet. He opens the door with an "I'm not busy" and stands aside to let her in. He hasn't had much time to make his apartment his yet, so it mostly looks the way it did when he arrived. There's a sword propped up against one wall, and papers spread over the table, but otherwise there aren't any personal touches yet.

"It's not much. It serves its purpose though."

She inclined her head, her lips forming into a light smile as she stepped inside.

"Thank you. I hope this isn't an imposition. I had something I wanted to give you." She paused when she saw the sword and her thoughts deviated with the sudden distracted. "You have a sword?" She'd always thought he was a knight but she hadn't expected to see an actual sword. It suited him somehow though it didn't feel like it belonged in the sphere's.

"Ah. Sorry. This." She held out the small brown package. "It's for you. A gift for the holidays."

"I have a sword." Most highborn men do, even the bastards. Some men are just better at using them than others. He's got a knife, too, but that's small enough to hide away.

Sansa told him about the holidays, at least, so he knows what she's talking about. He opens it and looks down at the object inside, transfixed by the swirling colors. "It's beautiful."

Then he remembers. "I have something for you too." He sets down the box and goes over to the dresser and opens it, then pulls out a package which he holds out to her.

"I see. Excuse me. I hadn't seen it on you before but I shouldn't be surprised." She met his gaze with a smile. "You are a knight after all." He wasn't a knight from a fairy tale but he had an honorable soul.

She watched him open the gift with anticipation. The necklace itself she'd purchased but she'd put a little magic into it to make it useful as well as alive in the same sense that the ocean was. The blue currents moved and shifted, and if he ever found himself in the dark it could act as a point of light.

"Oh. You didn't have to get me anything." But she followed him to the dresser, her blue gray eyes bright and curious as he presents her the package. "But thank you." Inesa smiled and began to carefully open the wrapping.

"I am now." Sansa made him one, here, which is good enough for him. It was more than he'd hoped for for a long time, and the best he's ever going to get in the future. "I usually leave it here because it's unwieldy when I don't need it." And not needing it is a refreshing feeling.

"That's the point of this holiday, isn't it? Giving gifts to those you care about? You didn't have to get me anything either," he reminds her.

When she opens it she'll find that it's a small sculpture of the sea floor, made with real coral.

She smiled before looking down at the gift in her hands. "Thank you Jon. This really means a lot to me." She carefully unwrapped the present, placing the discarded paper in a small pile that could be easily cleaned up later.

"Oh Jon. It's beautiful." She turned the sculpture over in her hand, looking at it from all angles. It was very similar to the reef she'd shown him with different pieces of coral and sea life modeled on a rocky sea bed. She hadn't known that such sculptures existed. "Thank you so much."

Inesa placed it carefully on a table before turning towards Jon. She paused then, looking suddenly embarrassed. "Is it alright if I hug you?"

"I hoped you'd like it." He's not used to gift giving. The last time he gave a gift to someone had been when he'd given Arya a blade before the two of them headed to opposite ends of the country. He'd spent a lot of time in the market dome trying to find something to give her.

"That would be alright."