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! ]

Comments

[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.