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It is true that I have not been here overlong. But I have spent time volunteering and conversing with imPorts and natives alike, as per some extremely useful advice I was given shortly after my arrival. ImPorts are beloved here in a fashion similar to how Royalty is marvelled at in my homeland. Yet that, to me, presents a problem: to be admired without first earning it in this place does not seem fair. Whom we were born to doesn't matter so much as the deeds done in our name.

We are admired, but not known. And likewise, there is much we still do not know about this world. We are all owed answers; and we might all agree that searching them out would be easier if we were all one people rather than two.

( She looks up, green eyes brighter, keener than they'd been earlier this month when she'd addressed the network. A small smile graces her faces, and she nods her head. )

In that, my opponents and I all seem to agree. There is a disconnect here between the natives and us, and bridging that is paramount. To be beloved does not mean more cannot or should not be done.

But I disagree in the need to assemble some manner of army comprising of powerful individuals. There is being prepared, and then there is making the appearance of intimidation. Such a thing would send the wrong message to the natives, and possibly imply that we do not trust them; and that perhaps we, so admired, might not be so deserving of their trust. I would strike a balance, if elected.

If we are to take defensive measures, it should include the people who were born and raised here. And if we are to live here, we should consider their quality of life as well as our own. In a city so diverse and rich as this one, there is no reason why so many go hungry. As Ambassador, I would work in tandem with the other cities and with all of you to pool funds together so that there is a net there to fall upon should the need arise.

And I would search for answers, too. It is not enough to simply live in the world; understanding it is necessary, too.

My name is Myrcella Baratheon, and I hope you will choose me to be your Amabassor, people of De Chima.

( And with that, she smiles once more before singing off. She'd been nervous, and made notes before writing her own speech, but she feels it could have gone so much more roughly.

Whatever happens, she feels she's made a valiant effort. )

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At last a candidate that both speaks sense and doesn't sound like it's all god-awful double-talk.

[Meaning he actually listened through an entire speech this time.]

Thank you, ser. I listened to two of the other gentlemen speak and disliked how sowing fear is acceptable.

( They're better than that, and the tone she employs says it all. )

Yes... I've experienced a heavy anti-imPort sentiment from natives firsthand, and with the rumors of a pro-imPort group, I'm a touch concerned about where these conflicting ideologies may lead in the future. Certainly, steps toward unity before anything drastic occurs would be prudent.

Nowhere any of us wish to find ourselves, I would wager. This anti-imPort sentiment; where did you experience this? I am sorry you endured that, ser.

( A short pause. )

Indeed. Especially since this country has extremely tense relations with another. Should they ever pose a greater threat, we would be in a much better position to face them as one united people.

The criminal justice system.

[And hopefully she doesn't ask too much more about it]

It looks as though the government believes they've achieved unity through Registration, but they aren't nearly forthcoming enough to earn trust from many. There is certainly a divide there as well.

Then I am doubly sorry.

( Seeing as it is none of her affair, she does not pursue the matter. )

What manner of information have they withheld from the people? Both imPorts and natives alike, I mean.

That divide needs mending.

It seems you are getting involved right away.

It seems the right thing to do, ser.

being pro-active is a good thing. I wish good luck, it seems like there are many candidates running for the same spot.

Thank you, ser. I feel more myself simply making an attempt for it.

Even if you aren't elected, you can still be involved in politics, if that's what you wish. Ambassadors certainly would welcome that.

My younger brother wrote letters to me of all the good charitable works done by my sister-in-law for the smallfolk at her home and in the capital.

Hers is an example I would gladly follow in any capacity.

It's noble work, and I'm certain something many would be thankful for your help.

A pretty speech, my lady.

[Seven hells is really more of what Jaime is thinking, but he's suppressing it.]

With a measure of fierceness to it, as befits you. You are quicker to involve yourself in the politics of this country than I would have thought.

Thank you, uncle.

( For him alone, she manages a warm, if somewhat small smile. )

Some bite was required, after listening to those gentlemen have their say. I'd like to do some good here.

And help us, while doing so.

A noble intention, to be sure. And if I may say so, your speech was much better than theirs. A measure of sincerity carries you such a long way.

That isn't simple flattery, by the way. Did you learn to earn love in Dorne? And here I've always thought the Dornish were much freer with their affections and admirations.

[Actually now that he's said it, he mislikes the implication of his own words. The Martells have little love for the Lannisters. Everyone knows that. But if they did make Myrcella feel that she had some earning to do--]

The stag and the lion are creatures of nobility. They do not ask for knees to be bent to them. The Martells would have done well to have remembered that. I hope you reminded your prince.

Thank you once again. I do wish to make an attempt to do good here if I might. Away from home and without Trystane, I found I needed something to pour my energy into.

Ah— ( His joke causes her cheeks to flush, but her smile fades. ) I was Prince Doran's guest. His brother's paramour did not like the arrangement a great deal.

( Not House Martell but the bastard-born lover and children of Oberyn Martell. And she's already let that slip a bit. )

I did not need to. Prince Trystane is a good and decent boy; and has only ever been the same toward me. In fact he'd wanted to hasten the ceremony and not wait any longer.

He wanted—wants me for me, which is all the asking I did.

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[There are many ways in which one might do good. It would suit Myrcella better to choose one that would lead to her popularity, an occupation and a distraction that would befit her rank. She's still a lion. And surely it is better that she knows the world--this world, their own. Why should he want to keep her from this thing.

Because. Something in her gentle nature, perhaps.]

Those are rare traits to find in a boy of any kingdom. And an arrangement that turns so quickly to love-- [is not to be trusted] --is lucky indeed. Your Uncle Tyrion is quite the matchmaker, it seems. Perhaps only a little by accident.

( He is protective of her in a fashion which Robert had never been. Myrcella not only allows it, but is touched by it. Perhaps it is too late for her to be wholly shielded from the cruelty of this or any world.

But his attempts to do so tell her that he also cares in a fashion Robert had not. And to her, that is everything. )

We seem to have defied all the odds, he and I. ( Or rather: seemed. ) I know he was thinking chiefly to take me out of Lord Stannis' reach in the doing, but I have been happy.

You have been here for some time. Tell me, are you happy? That is what I want most for you.

He would be glad to know that, I think.

[And there is a truth to that. Whatever ill Tyrion might think of Cersei, he was never anything but kind to Myrcella, as kind as he was permitted to be. And whatever Cersei might think of Tyrion, Jaime thinks the opposite. He loves his brother, and knows well the more secret virtues of which Tyrion might boast. There is a sort of kindness to him, for all the cruelty of his japes and the sharpness of his wit. Was he thinking of Myrcella's happiness when he made the marriage arrangement? Perhaps a little. Who can say, save for Tyrion, who isn't here to say at all. But even the accident of happiness would likely please Tyrion, or so Jaime likes to think--perhaps to his fault. He can't see evil in his own brother very well.]

And you were well to be so far from Stannis Baratheon. I understand he was a threat to the city for some time. If only he could grind down its great walls so easily as he's said to grind down his own teeth, then it would all have gone very differently for him.

[As to his own happiness, that takes Jaime rather aback for a moment. Happiness is not something he much considers. In the privacy of his own counsel, he looks down at his missing hand.]

You're kind to think of me, Myrcella. I am-- [Not, is the true answer. Without his sword hand, without Cersei--] --certainly happier than I was in the riverlands. Not a difficult score to overcome.

I miss him very much.

( They'll have to talk about that; Tyrion's fate, the outcome of her mother's desire to be rid of him. Even Doran hadn't been able to keep it from her when Ellaria had gloated about it. Much as Jaime does, Myrcella loves Tyrion and has since she was a girl. His wit had made her laugh and smile, and he'd wanted to protect her so badly from Stannis that he'd done his best to get her as far away from the capital as possible. In her heart, she does not doubt one iota that that love has been returned. So she likes to think, too. It is difficult to see the faults in her family, where they had been glaring and horrible in Joffrey.

Part of her had still loved him as her brother. As the boy he could (and should) have been. )

I, ah... don't know about his teeth. But I did hear that the ensuing battle was terrible, and wildfire was used. Stannis lost, but I don't think he'll stop.

Not when he thinks he's right.

( Even when he's not. With Joffrey gone, Tommen is all the realm has left. And he doesn't deserve the wrath of Stannis. It frustrates her, to be unable to lend him any sort of help whatsoever.

She can't help her remaining brother. But their father? Yes, she can. If he allows it. )

I often think of you. ( True enough, and her expression turns gentle. ) I understand. We'll see if we can't improve upon that.

Of course there's a them and us thing, that's going to happen no matter what. It happens in every species.

[here is the robot that wants to legalise goddamn weed.]

A net for what ifs doesn't help. Deal with the actual problems.

And so that makes it right? If you say 'yes', then you are no better.

( Nor does she think he is particularly aware of the goings-on in the city. )

For one, they would. Secondly, what do you think are the actual problems here?

Go on.

( She doesn't look all that impressed, Riptide. )

I don't think it's right. I know it's inevitable and it can never be fixed.

[to be honest, he isn't. he's assuming quite a lot.]

Especially when there's super powers and aliens. That's the problem.

That is nothing but naivety disguised as cynicism. People are much more complicated.

( It appears increasingly so to her. )

So you have spoken to no one. Chiding me serves no purpose as a result.

I've been to hundreds of different planets in my time. This always goes the same way, mate. I'm the furthest thing from naive.

[what he neglects to mention is that they were fighting a war during that time.]

I'm not chiding. I'm just... y'know. Talking. Friendly-like. I'm not doing this to make enemies.

If you are so against people uniting together, why are you doing this, ser?

( Because you know, she must wonder. )

It would take much more than that to make an enemy of me. Don't worry. I simply do not wish to be scolded.

If you are not, then I thank you.

[unfortunately, riptide just assumes his experiences from wartime will be the same here.]

I'm not against it. I've just... been alive for a really long time and I've seen it all before. It always plays out the same.

You have seen it all where, ser? That is saddening to hear such cynicism. Whatever happened before your arrival here, I am sorry.

( She says this sincerely, her expression solemn. )

I will hope there is more optimism to be found amongst the natives.

Farooth, Nebulos, Akalo, Parthus, Antar, Eurythma and Odessix to name a few.

[he feels its realistic.]

Yeah, true. Eart is supposed to be some kind of outlier; if people are gonna try I won't tell 'em no, even if I do think it's doomed to failure.

[Well, no Robb does not entirely marvel at Joffrey's royalty. In fact, he'd rather see the crown prince wear a crown of shit so he can properly laugh at him. Allow him to correct you there, Myrcella, like the child he is.]

Well, my lady, I am afraid not everyone in the realm marvels at the sight of your older brother, I am afraid.

[But gods, has the lady Myrcella turned beautiful over time. It turns his cheeks red and his eyes turn bright and large.

And well...]

I do not think it is intimidation to form an army if necessary. But I do think that there need to be more involvement of the people we need to protect in our lives as...heroes.

How do you wish to do that? You must know that many here come from different times, and years and realms. And some are dragons as well.

( Gods above, it is a shock to see him so young. Her ~~father~~ uncle had informed her that like her, several members of House Stark had been returned to life by this place. But it is almost as though the passage of time had never touched him following her departure from Winterfell. The sheer power of the people in power here awes her. )

My lord Robb! ( A startled exclamation, along with a hint of a small smile. ) Ah, no. I was speaking of Tommen, actually. And you — you look well.

( Even she has no illusions that Joffrey cast a large, revolting shadow across Westeros. Robb is genial as always, and it harkens to a more innocent time. )

It is my understanding that this country is at war with another large nation on the other side of the world. If these groups of people were meant to combat the threat of these Soviets as they call themselves, I would understand. But such a force should also include those native to this land who would fight for their homeland, should it not?

As I see with my own eyes, my lord. There is a food shortage in De Chima; beginning at the roots and working one's way up would begin to mend bridges, I think.

[Robb grins broadly, remembering when he took princess Myrcella by the arm when the feast started at the Great Hall in Winterfell. Yet, when she mentions Tommen he thinks of the plump boy who lost to Bran while swordfighting. He cannot really imagine that people would be impressed by the sight of him.]

You look good as well, my lady. [Well, extremely beautiful. Like her mother has been, only Myrcella is more beautiful.] You have grown a lot.

[Well, according to the lessons at school this country has been at war with a lot of other countries. But the Soviets sounds familiar. The Cold War, wasn’t it? It wasn’t even cold, though. Mayhaps the realm of the Soviets was...]

Food shortage? Truly? I have not seen it at the ice cream parlor where I work. [He frowns.] Since when is this happening? [But then again, it is like Theon has said. These modern people would not know what to do if they did not have their electricity.] And...would they listen to you? You are not of a modern time. Just like I am.

( That smile had made her heart flutter, once. Now it's endearing, especially now that so much time has passed and he continues to be so warm. Kind, charming and genial, too. Now, she would protect him, rather than imagine of being protected by him. Really, in all these years, it's the only things that has changed.

And that makes it impossible to not return that smile with a small, but warm one of her own. )

Thank you, Ro—my lord. ( The slip makes heat rise in her cheeks in embarrassment. ) Well, I'm nineteen now. I would hope so.

( Yes, she's most definitely teasing him a little. Both he and her uncle Jaime have managed to make her smile when her life is such that she would weep were she less prideful.

For that, she is extremely grateful. )

So I've heard. Yet my uncle and I visited one of these "restaurants" and they offered all manner of things. I assume it refers to markets or grocery stores as they're called here.

I hope so. The previous ambassador was not a modern woman, as I've looked back and read. It is possible for us to do good here if we so wish.

[When she answers that smile Robb’s smile broadens a little bit more. It is a bit of a shame that she comes from that future Jon and Sansa come from. Otherwise he would have shown her around and share ice creams. And he would have hold her hand.]

Oh...please call my Robb, my lady. I am not exactly a lord here... [Winterfell is far away and he misses it.] I thought that much... I am still younger. [A boy.] Not that young. But slightly younger. [Almost a man...sort of.]

Ah yes...the Kings... Ser Jaime. [Robb pulls a bit of a face. Jaime Lannister has mocked him quite bad and Robb does not like to be mocked. He is no bloody laughing stock.] The previous one has been Jon’s lady. He had a lady here called Lucy. She broke his heart by leaving. It is truly tragic.

( Queer as it may seem, she would actually not be opposed to most of those things. Though she would take his arm rather than his hand. He has ever struck her as the warmest member of House Stark, and continues to do so. Speaking with him allows the sun to emerge from behind the clouds for a time.

As it is, she finds herself huffing a soft, amused laugh at his geniality. )

Very well, Robb—but only if you call me by name as well. I am as much and as little here as you are. ( Is it odd to think she misses it, too? Life had been so much simpler then. ) No matter your age, you remain yourself. And that is a wonderful thing to see, Robb. Especially after all that has happened.

( She tenses at the title her father's earned, but finds her features softening. As kind as he is to her, he seems to be just as prickly with all others. Myrcella considers what response she might give, and then decides to risk speaking some truth. Her feed is switched to private accordingly, since she's learned how. )

Indeed. And it is, though she at least is alive, I hope. Where there is life, there is hope. My own betrothed did not survive. Nor his father.

( And neither did I. One day, she may tell him that, too. )

When you find yourself feeling that way for a lady one day, enjoy every moment as if it were the last.

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