first breath mingle!

[evildetector]

Who: Crew of the SS First Breath and any visitors!
Broadcast: N/A
Action: Ship Mingle!
When: Late November/December!

[ calibrations are over! things are back to normal! for a given measure of the word normal, i guess. let's mingle it up for the month, first breathers! ]

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[tallasaking]

[So when Tyrion awoke, again, he found himself in a new cot, with ... sigh, all of his weapons gone again. He sat up, running a hand over his scarred face as he looked around this new ship with an amused sort of look.]

... well, this is a great deal more ... I am not entirely sure what this is. [There certainly were a lot more pipes. All over the damned place.]

[takeabow]

[ let's assume she's passing by? ]

Quieter? Back to whatever passes for normal here?

[tallasaking]

[Let us assume that yes.]

...I have not been given cause to believe anything around here could be considered normal in the slightest.

[His reply is dry, but he does look at her with keen interest.] And to whom do I have the pleasure of speaking, my Lady?

[takeabow]

Well, no. It's all pretty messed up.

And I'm Nova, but you don't have to do the "my lady" thing.

What's your name?

[tallasaking]

'Messed up', common slang and yet it fits so very well. [Tyrion rubbed his face, as he hobbled to his feet, and went over to offer the young woman his hand.] Tyrion Lannister, of House Lannister, which means nothing here -- so just call me Tyrion. A pleasure, Nova. Are we to be crewmates?

[takeabow]

[ shakes his hand in return ]

Yeah. I've got a security augment, and I've been here for a few months.

[tallasaking]

Ah-hah ... someone with some access to weaponry. That is comforting, indeed.

[He gives her a crooked smile.] I will be your engineer for this particular voyage -- not entirely sure if we have more than one ... but we shall see soon enough.

[takeabow]

Maybe. I haven't really done a headcount since we came back.

Do you wanna go get something to eat?

[ indicates toward the galley ]

[tallasaking]

Perhaps we should -- of course that is probably a responsibility of the captain himself. Or ... herself.

[He puts a hand on his stomach.] Yes. I suppose that would be wise ... very astute of you, to fuel yourself before anything else.

[takeabow]

She's been distracted.

I can't say there's anything that's really good, unless Souji's been in there already today.

[ starts heading that direction ]

[tallasaking]

If it is not moldy bread and tepid water ... it will be above some of my recent meals as of late.

[He answers drolly, hobbling along beside her. This ship is much, much smaller than the other larger vessel.] Who is Souji, and how does this person make the food any more tolerable?

[takeabow]

He's our cook, and a nice guy. And I don't know how he does it, I'm terrible at cooking.

[ ta-da, a kitchen. there's a drink dispenser and a spice rack above the sink and all manner of "substitutes" in the pantry ]

Are you in the mood for meat-like product? We might actually have some of the genuine stuff in here.

[tallasaking]

Well, you are not alone. I am fairly certain that I could burn water, if I was given the opportunity.

[He takes it all in - his mind supplying the names of things he did not recognize.]

... Is it actual meat or more of this product?

[takeabow]

Your guess is as good as mine? It does say, "Genuine Canned Meat Product" though.

[tallasaking]

An encouraging endorsement for nourishment ...

[Came his wry reply.] But at least they are feeding us. And it is a sight better than moldy bread and water.

[theshabbiestofmen]

[Oh, that's a voice he recognizes. Remus follows the sound of Tyrion's voice and stands in the doorframe.]

Spartan? Worryingly like a prison? It seems we're stationed on the same ship.

[tallasaking]

[Tyrion actually brightens at the sound of that voice - if nothing else it is someone he knows.]

Master Lupin, I have not been abandoned to the edges of space without a familiar face.

[He looks around.] Hmmmm. I concur with all of the statements - but at least it is dry, and there is a lack of rats. So far, at any rate. Have you looked around our new environment?

[theshabbiestofmen]

Not in any detail. I've met a few of our crewmates, though-- everyone's quite friendly. There's a sad lack of books, but that's something I suspect I'll have to remedy myself.

[tallasaking]

Hmmm, and something I shall have to assist you with. [He pushed himself off the cot.] We can no more live without books than we can with ... whatever they consider food.

[theshabbiestofmen]

Mm. More paste than actual food, from what I've seen, but I suppose it gives you what nutrients you require. Ah-- hang on a moment, please.

[If Tyrion is a fellow reader-- and he is, obviously, a fact which Remus is quite pleased to discover-- he'll enjoy this. A gift from their captors, and what kind of friend would he be not to share? Remus ducks into his room and grabs the one book he's been gifted with: a worn copy of Fantastic Beasts And Where To Find Them.]

Here. I don't know why they thought to give it to me, but you're welcome to it, if you'd like. It's an old textbook of mine from school. My friends rather attacked it with quills, there's all kinds of stupid comments, and the book itself isn't really applicable, I mean, there aren't any of the beasts you'll read about here, but-- [He's rambling. Remus shakes his head, trying to shut himself up.] In any case. You're welcome to it.

[tallasaking]

I would have to concur with that statement ... it is, alas, most definitely more paste than actual food. I almost miss moldy bread ...

[Tyrion's eyes widen as Remus offers his book - clearly there are not a lot of books on their own ship, so this in itself is a treat. Which means, of course, he must share. He takes out his copy of Nine Wonders Of Westeros, carefully offering it in turn.]

I would be honored, but only if you would take this volume to borrow in return.

[theshabbiestofmen]

[Oh. Remus' nervous expression fades, replaced by a large smile.]

Of course. I-- god, thank god, I was going mad without something new. Thank you-- is it nonfictional?

[tallasaking]

[Aaah, and here was a man after his own heart. Tyrion smiled in turn, as he carefully put his borrowed book back on his bed.]

It is. A famous telling of all the most well known places in my homeland.

[theshabbiestofmen]

Then I'll get to you know a bit better in the meantime. Mine is as well-- I mean, all of those creatures really do exist, I know they don't in some worlds, but.

[tallasaking]

I can assure you most of them probably do not live in mine ...so I shall find this a delightful read. [One corner of his mouth lifted up.] So thank you.