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[Jon Snow went to the kitchen with Catelyn Stark to get something to eat. No, not because they are magically friends, or because she finally accepted him as a son. They went together because they had to. As in, their hands are cuffed together.

At least the castle had had the decency to make the chain long, but they were still forced to be in the same room. After being kidnapped by a castle, attacked by a demon, and smooched by another demon, Jon truly hated the castle. And this just made him loathe it all the more.
He is in the kitchen, rummaging around in that frozen box. He turns from it quickly with food in hand, pulling the chain.

Catelyn makes a little irritated sound as her hand is yanked toward him. Really, this was unacceptable. Winterfell was not large enough for her to comfortably bear his presence. And now it was so much worse- his face now a constant reminder of the husband she had lost as well as old wounds.]

Mind yourself.

[Her tone had started out as merely icy, but the longer they were stuck together, the more open hostility crept into it.

Jon looks up in surprise. He glances down at the chain, realizing his mistake. He mumbles the following response.]

Forgive me, Lady Stark.

[He walks over to the table, setting down a plate of food on the table and two empty plates beside it. He takes a plate, glancing up at her to see if she’ll join him.

Catelyn hesitates. She still doesn’t want to be friendly with him. But a few simple gestures on her part will make this more bearable for the both of them. She sits at the place he has set, looking for all the world like she’s swallowed something distasteful.]

[ooc: Loss start! Catelyn Stark is green and Jon Snow is blue. Open! Please bother them and listen to awkward silences!]

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[LMAO. Bucky, why you gotta make things more awkward than they are, bro??

Jon opens and closes his mouth a few times, looking astonished. Then he locks his jaw, looking determined.]

That's my father's wife!

[Welp. This is awkward. She's just going to be staring at the table for a few seconds before standing and offering her hand.]

Lady Catelyn Stark. It's a pleasure.

[There's nothing tense about this at all, nope.]

[Bucky loves awkward when it doesn't involve him, really. And a lady, again? What is with him attracting important people? He shakes her hand, hoping he's about to to do this right. he's just ignoring Jon at this point in time.] James Buchanan Barnes. Most people just call me Bucky. Pleased to meet you, Lady Stark. [...Waitaminute.]

No relation to Howard Stark?

[Jon raises his eyebrows.]

No. Lady Catelyn Stark, wife of Eddard Stark. [He glances nervously at Catelyn before going on.] And I'm Jon Snow.

[He holds out his hand.]

[Widow of Eddard Stark, she mentally corrects. No need to say it, though. He's doing that fine. Her handshake is short but firm- she may be a noble, but she was a Northern one, practical and hardened.]

I have spent enough time looking over the family line with my children that I may assure you there is no Howard Stark among our relations. [A pleasant smile. Nevermind that Jon doesn't get counted in the family line, so bringing it up is a slight jab.]

[Bucky can respect that. He's never been one for long handshakes anyway.] Sorry, then. You might even be from a different world, anyway.

[He shakes Jon's hand.] And, really, if you want her to at least respect you a bit? Stop trying to protect her so much. I'm pretty sure she can handle herself. You're just making yourself look like an idiot. [He really, really is.]

[Wow. Bold much? Jon takes his hand away from Bucky's like it's a hot potato and bristles. He steps into Bucky's face, his own expression hostile.]

It's called treating a lady with respect. But then, I suppose you don't know the meaning of the word.

[Except, again, that movement forward jerks Cat a little. Really, she's had enough of outright aggression and this is promising to go that way very quickly. She gives a long suffering sigh.]

Jon. [A pause] It's not necessary.

[Men. What can you do?]

[Bucky's not going to fight him. It's not worth it. He shrugs, just walking away to look in the fridge.]

Hey, maybe I don't know anything. I'm just a poor orphan. I've never met an actual Lady before. [He pokes his head over the door to the fridge.]

Sorry if I'm wrong about what I said, Lady Stark.

[Jon just sits back down. And glares at Bucky.]

It's quite alright. [Bloodshed avoided in the kitchen. This is good. Except now she's got an even more sullen Jon on her hands. Fun.]

Though, I do have a question. [He closes the fridge door behind him.] Why do you two not like each other so much the Castle decided to chain you together so you'd try to get along?

[Jon just gives him a look. You take this conversation, Cat!]

I am quite sure that is none of your concern. [He's been given the answer, if he thinks about it. "My father's wife" not "my mother" or even "my step-mother."]

Hey, just asking. [He has a fair idea, but then again, he doesn't want to get it wrong and make Jon want to punch him out again, or something.] Anyway, you had better try to to at least start liking each other. What if the Castle decides it wants to keep you like that?

[Jon is just sitting there, seething, and when Bucky says that, he just blurts out-]

But it's not my-!

[ABORT ABORT. He glances over at Cat. Can he even save that?]

It won't.

[No, there really is no way to save yourself. Fortunately, Cat is a ~lady~ meaning she will only respond with an icy glare in his direction.]

We manage well enough.

[This is totally getting along...what?]

[He looks between them. Bucky thinks you are weird. And that...is saying something.]

Just...don't try to kill each other. I have no idea what happens here when you kill someone. Other than they come back.

[It's complicated, okay? And for the record, they think you're weird, too, Bucky.]

Don't be ridiculous.

[They think you are weird because you openly say all the things they dance around.]

We would attempt no such thing. [And that's true. Morals aside, they mean too much to their mutual family members.]

Good. I don't think the Peace Patrol would like that much. Though they might take into account that you were chained together... [Possibly not.]

[Jon looks up curiously at this.] Peace Patrol? What is that?

[And Cat will just be ignoring the conversation for now. You two can chat.]

The people that enforce the law around here. They have prisoners too, since this place likes to send mass murderers to us.

Recently they've been kind of disorganized, but now they're getting organized. Like the clinic too.

[Hmm. Place to send the Lannisters if they come? Check.]

Who might I speak to for more information on this?

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