{Video}

[valiantfire]

Who: Fingon, open.
Broadcast: Fleetwide.
Action: Huntress.
When: Backdated a few days for gifts.

{Fingon chokes back a laugh when he finally opens his basket of gifts. A portrait of a family of Elves is shown, as the Fleet may have come to expect from this family. Loving fingers trace over features and his voice is steady as he speaks, if quiet.}

I remember when this was painted. My father and mother, my younger brothers and sister. Are there many families who have been reunited here? I have been blessed to be reunited with cousins who are dear to me, and for a time my grandfather. But thus far that is all.

{He's ignoring one of the other little gifts. A fearsome - if small - figurine of a horned beast painted garishly in red, with a whip that looks like it could wrap around and choke or hurt if given the chance.}

pub crawl o'clock

[airily]

Who: Zaveid and the fleet!
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: On the Iskaulit
When: Right now!

So.

Who wants a drink?

[ Someone is not very happy about the things he's remembering, no sir. As always, resonance permissions are here! ]

[Video]

[tallasaking]

[Tyrion's video clicked on once more, and yes, he's sitting in his New Engineering Station, with a lot more bits, and bobs, and all sorts of interesting new things that he can use in his inventions. He is, of course, eying the new tools suspiciously. Even more so the basket waiting for him, with a big red and gold bow.]

....Well. [He finally says.] Someone clearly wants to see what sort of trouble I can get myself into.

[He flicks the bow with one finger.] So is this a challenge, Atroma? You vs me in who can invent the most clever item to trip the other one up? Or are you truly sorry for what you've done?

[He tipped his head towards the camera.] Remember who you're dealing with. No one knows better than I that gifts from your enemies always have a hook inside them.

[He pulled loose the bow, a sharp smile on his face.]