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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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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?

[Cat is actually interested in this as well, though for different reasons.]

I would know as well.

Usually you can just filter a message to them in the journals and they'll get it. I'm not sure where they're headquarters are. You can ask around.

Hm.

...Thank you, ser.

[Said reluctantly.]

[Catelyn just nods her thanks.]