driftfleet | One - Well Honed Thought

Who: Tyrion Lannister
Broadcast: Fleet-wide
Action: Aboard the Marvisa
When: Er, nowish.

[When the communication device is turned on, you are greeted with a scarred, bearded face that has seen better days, topped with golden curls mixed with black, and mis-matched eyes besides. Despite this rather ... interesting visage, the eyes are mixed with some sort of dark humor and his mouth is crooked with a flat sort of smile. The voice, however, ah, flows like honey.]

Good day, my fellow travelers. I apologize for my ... current state of less than noble stature, but I assure you that a wash and a shave will do no one any favors. I find myself at more of a loss over silken robes onto what ... precisely I am doing here. I have some knowledge - I am on something called a space ship, I am to be an engineer for such a vehicle but ... not entirely sure where, and I am here to entertain people. And before I forget my manners further I am Tyrion Lannister. If that name means anything to you, knowing that I have been thrown into such a role probably amuses you, so I appear to be ahead on my designated purpose on this show.

For the rest of you, I have two questions. One ... is it to be considered amusing when my lack of practical application in managing such a metal beast sends us crashing into some other spacial object, and two, ... there is wine here, is there not?

[A sigh, and a hand rubbing across his beard.] Not a great deal is needed. Just a glass. Just so I can ... stop breathing heavily and think we are all about to suffocate from the lack of oxygen from apparently being surrounded by an airless ... vacuum, I believe the word is, popping into my mind. Yes.

[He smiles, and it's not a bad smile at that.] Pleasure to meet you all, by the by.

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[Questionable weaponry is only his second favourite thing.]

You are fortunate, you do not need risk the sharp objects. They are content enough to watch us go about our day to day lives, and see how we react to the planets and suchlike we find ourselves on.

[Tyrion shall provide you with your second favorite thing! Perhaps your first if he ever figures that out.]

...so they truly find entertainment on watching us all scratch our asses and picking our noses? My, this is a boring lot of people.

Apparently so. Currently, however, things are far from boring. Our dreams are open for others to wander in, we can look at one another's memories, and it seems no one can stop it happening. If you have secrets, best be ready for them to be exposed.

Oh ... well that's just ... delightful. [He pinches his brow, thinking of all the secrets he would have preferred to keep - well - secret.] I don't suppose there is any way to avoid someone going for a walk-about inside my most private of horrors?

I am afraid not. They seem intent on doing it to all of us. They call it a [his lips curl into a sneer] calibration.

...Really. I usually do not require a 'calibration' to have people despise me. Usually my demeanor, drinking habits and whoring do that for me quite nicely. [Tyrion sighed, deeply.] Can they simply not ask me about the whoring? I assure you that would calibrate most to keep from speaking to me.

They could ask you all they like, but they would ultimately not care about the answer. They prefer to show your deepest workings, for our audience to enjoy.

Oh, then they shall get a full helping ... and I shall need another glass of wine for when they are done. [Tyrion snorted softly.] I hope they will leave the gold on the table when they are finished.

[There's a soft exhale of air. It might be a sound of amusement, or it might be one of frustration. ]

If only they were that considerate. No, the best you can hope for is that your problems may be enough to earn you credits.

Ah ... me. Well, I suppose that is like gold on the table. Credits from my understanding, allow you to purchase upgrades to one's vessels. So if I suffer, my crew may thrive.

[He tipped his head thoughtfully.] I am drawing too many parallels between this and brothels.

They will also allow you to buy yourself things, if you are popular enough and acrew enough of them.

From my understanding, you may find a few of those, too. On occasion.

They really keep stacking the cards against me, don't they? Be popular, share your inner most memories and make friends and boon companions ...

[A faint snort.] I believe I have had my fill of them, quite honestly. I have lost my taste for lying women.

[Dryly. ] Welcome to the Drift Fleet.

I have never much seen the appeal myself, but to each their own.

This is a truly delightful place.

[He tipped his head.] Whores or women?

[He grunts, which is ALMOST a laugh. ]

Whores.

Aaaaah, so you have learned one half of the lesson. Women are just as treacherous as their paid counterparts. Unless of course you have the good fortune to find the honorable ones ... they are not few and far between, but as they are honorable they rarely have anything nice to say to me.

Men can be just as treacherous, believe me. Still, there are honourable people in this world, men and women. You just need the good fortune to find them.

Good fortune is something that I ... have something as come and go, really.

Ah, yes. That is something that requires large portions of luck.

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