where there's smoke... [ video ♐ 001]

[kindlings]

[ The video feed flashes on with a start, upside-down, to reveal a young redheaded woman—barely past her teens and dressed in animal skin and fur-lined clothing, no less—examining the network device closely and pushing random buttons and turning it this way and that, pink tongue catching between white and slightly crooked teeth in earnest concentration. Eventually she huffs in exasperation. ]

...Shit. Jon Snow told me he'd teach me how t' work this thing, but it's...augh!

[ She tosses it down on the floor irritably, and it just so happens to land right-side-up, and continues to record as she moves to the center of the room, where she's piled some pieces of wood and paper scraps. She sits cross-legged on the floor before the small pile and begins to rub two small pieces of wood together furiously, one piece shaped like a bow and another like a small plank, her shoulders hunched and red head bowed in concentration.

Finally, there is a tiny puff of smoke—and she yelps victoriously. She tips the small wooden plank and blows air onto it, fanning it. The small puff of smoke blossoms into a tiny flame...which gets bigger as she adds it to the makeshift pile of kindling on the floor, glowing brighter and hotter with each second.

And then suddenly it's getting larger, and smoke begins to fill the small room. Ventilation? Might be a problem. She puts her hands on the hips of her sheepskin breeches and cocks her head, coughing just a bit. ]

...Well, at least it's a cookfire, alright. That's something.


[[ooc: yes, Ygritte has started a small - for now - fire, in her room. Come stop her before she burns it down? ]]

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[video] 1/2

[yardbird]

[Is that-

[IS THAT A FUCKING FIRE?]

Shit, not again...!

[He clicks the communicator off and just books it.]

[action] (hope this is okay...!)

[yardbird]

[...She looks new, which means... Ninth level, right? Right. Out of two hundred rooms. Shit.

[At least the smell makes it easier to track. It takes a few minutes, but quickly there's a guy hitting the door that he presumes the smoke and fire is coming from.]

Hey!

[Yeah, Murphy and fires don't mix well. People setting them off in their rooms? NOT SO MUCH OF A GOOD THING.]

[action]

[wolfinthesnow]

[Jon didn't even stop to say he was coming, he just took off like a shot with a blanket to smother the damn thing.

He bursts into Ygritte's room like a storm - Ghost isn't even with him, Ghost is off doing Ghost-things, and tosses the blanket over and starts stomping it out.]

By the Old and New Gods, you've lost leave of your senses!

[action] this is what happens when you leave her to her own devices D:

[kindlings]

[ She shouts back— ]

—A fire is necessary, it means life or death out in the Frostfangs, y'know!

[ Okay, so maybe a fire in her room wasn't such a good idea, but asjk;gls he just dumped her off in her room after the jump log, and didn't bother to explain to her that she wouldn't be needing a cookfire. How will she cook food, Jon Snow. ]

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[insufferableprick]

welp
if we all die from this
least i know who to blame

(not reading this)

[kindlings]

[ But if Ygritte could read, she'd probably be kinda amused. :3 ]

video;

[allucinator]

[He just laughs-- not quite cruelly, but definitely amused at her expense.]

video;

[kindlings]

[ Now that it's over and done with and Jon Snow has stamped the fire out, she's noticed the face on the video feed laughing at her expense. ]


Who's that? What're you laughing about?

Doesn't anyone here have fires or a hearth in their room?

[northerner]

[ da fuq is this. ]

Jon Snow, are you hiding a wildling in your rooms?

[wolfinthesnow]

[DON'T JUDGE ME, ROBB]

It's her own rooms!

video; | oh god, thank you for this ♥

[kindlings]

[ Peers, very suspiciously, into the video display. ]

Who're you?

( V I D E O )

[wont]

[ What Alayne would like to be talking about is how exactly you know Sansa Stark's brother, Jon Snow. But what she invariably has to say instead is: ]

Gods above— put it out!

( V I D E O )

[kindlings]

[ Slightly grumpy. ] It's out, already.

[ The picture on the video is curious, to Ygritte—the young woman looks to be much younger than herself, but speaks so delicately and precisely. Highborn, from south of the Wall, maybe? ]

video;

[suddenlycaptain]

[ Oh for the love of- ]

You're going to set off the smoke detectors, which are going to trigger water to come down and put that out.

[ IF THEY'RE LUCKY, AT LEAST ]

video;

[kindlings]

[ Luckily for Carolyn, it's already been put out...otherwise she probably would have come up to the room for a girlfight D: ]

[ Incredulously: ] Does water come out of ev'rywhere on this bloody ship?

( VIDEO )

[seem]

[ The fire's already out by the time Petyr's image flickers to life on the video feed, but he seems mildly amused nevertheless. ]

And how is the Stark bastard for a teacher?

( VIDEO ) | aslgkjd; :D

[kindlings]

[ Something in this man's voice triggers wariness in her; if you asked her why, Ygritte wouldn't know it herself. ]


...Depends on what the lesson is.

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[krakeness]

[ really. really. ]

That was smart of you.

video | ahaha, excellent XD

[kindlings]

[ Picks up the monitor and glares. Glares. ]

Excuse me for not knowin' there's no hearths to be built here.

[video]

[wolfdreamer]

[...a wildling. He knows her look. She must be, else she would not look so. And she speaks of Jon Snow--]

The ship gives us stoves for cooking. You need not use cookfires. [A pause; he bites at his lip. He wants to ask of Jon Snow, but...] You're newly come aboard, aren't you. And-- and from beyond the Wall.

[video] | aaaaaa Brannnnn ♥

[kindlings]

[ The video feed suddenly catches her attention—she hasn't yet had anyone guess where she hails from based on her appearance alone, and despite the fact that he's just a little boy, she's a little wary.

Will a faked Southern accent fool the child? ]


You don't know that about me, boy...perhaps I'm a highborn lady from Winterfell, and not from this Wall, o' yours.


[ Even in her attempts to fake an accent, her wildling roots slip through. Fail, Ygritte. ]

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[grandseigneur]

One must at least applaud your ingenuity.

[after all he hasn't seen much in the way of timber. then again, he doesn't know about the Oxygen Garden yet either.]

video; *sob* Sorry it took a while for me to get to this!!

[kindlings]

[ Over the monitor, Ygritte rolls her eyes. Another one. This place was full of Southerners. ]

Look, jus' because you're some Lord, doesn't give you the right t' be insulting 'bout it.

[withfireandblood]

There are blankets for the cold. [ Daenerys - used to the heat, the fires that she could have in her tent - had wished for something similar after arriving, unused to the natural tempterature of this air around her. Although she'd been warned away from such a thing before trying, given more blankets than she could do with ]

[kindlings]

I found as much.

[ She peers into the camera, studying. She's never seen hair quite like that, all silvery-blonde and flowing. ]

Bet that's a mess to untangle after washin'. [ Oh, Ygritte..so uncouth. D: ]