[Open] Mornings, man.

[tallasaking]

Who: Tyrion, the entire fleet
Broadcast: Open, accidental
Action: Tyrion is having a bad morning.
When: This Morning.

[The recording starts with Tyrion's small, stubby hand putting the device on the edge of the sink, tilting it upwards. All you can see is the top of his damp, curly blonde head, and the top of his scar. Then there's a sigh, before there is the sound of Tyrion's steps dragging across the bathroom floor.

After that, is the scrrreeeeeeeeeeeeeech of metal being pulled across metal, as the top of Tyrion's head comes into view again. Then the stomp stomp of Tyrion climbing what can only be the stepstool, and his tired face and slightly bloodshot eyes. He's not drunk, that much is clear, just ... tired.

He eyes the camera, and states flatly.]

There must be some universe ... where all things, can be available, according to height.

[And with that, he begins to clean his face, turning off the camera.]

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[takeabow]

[ Nova looks super tired, too, her braid a fuzzy mess, and probably Stiles is hanging out, asleep, in the background of her video. Maybe??? ]

Can you not do that?

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[tallasaking]

[Tyrion looked blearily at the screen - ah right. Nova. Who was ... wait.

He turned and called out behind him.] You could just walk down the hallway, Nova!

[Honestly. Communication was utterly lazy about here.]

[takeabow]

[ he can hear an irritated growl and then her stomping over ]

I was trying to avoid that.

[tallasaking]

[Tyrion snorted softly, smirking a little as he glanced at the mirror.]

Why, were you afraid of being caught out being less than put together? Why Nova, I did not think you cared for such things.

[takeabow]

No, yelling first thing in the morning.

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[notmutantbutmiracle]

Perhaps you can put in some kind of request to have it adjusted?

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[tallasaking]

[Now that was an interesting thought]

Do you think they would actually do such a thing?

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[notmutantbutmiracle]

Well, even if Atroma will not, there has to be someone in the fleet who would be willing and able to help.

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[tallasaking]

Hmm. Of whom I am sure, will simply do it out of the good in their hearts.

[Which ... honestly, might happen. People were odd around here.]

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[notmutantbutmiracle]

You never know. What have you got to lose by asking?

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[wolfuncaged]

[Tyrion why the noise? Why? Dryly:]

Yes. It is called Orzammar.

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[tallasaking]

[Because all the fleet must share in his suffering, Fenris. All of it.]

Where this place, so I might kiss the feet of its creators?

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[wolfuncaged]

In the Deep Roads of Thedas. It is one of the few cities left in the Dwarven Kingdom.

Of course, only dwarves of a high caste will be able to truly enjoy it. I hear it is something of a dumb for those not in power. Much the same as anywhere.

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[tallasaking]

I think I have enough gold to buy my way in. Unless they are truly insistent on blood lines, then I shall simply purchase their furniture.

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[wolfuncaged]

From what I understand they are very insistent on such matters. Varric would be able to tell you more of it than I.

...Not that he especially enjoys talking about it.

[Dwarves are weird, he doesn't get them. ]

Still, their furniture would no doubt suffice your needs, my friend.

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[steeledskin]

-- For such a wish to be fulfilled, my lord, it would require a sense of justice in any universe. Alas.

[ softly spoken, as usual. but uncommonly confident. perhaps she draws strength from having her brothers near -- and robb, in particular. but robb's presence requires certain topics to be revisited. if she is being kind, then it is because she knows they must speak once again of treaties between a reluctant wife and her reluctant husband. ]

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[tallasaking]

[Right, Tyrion was just going to be rubbing his face in frustration here for a moment, as he eyed her. One corner of his mouth lifted, before he switched it to private as well.]

Ah - then you would think it would never occur, for there is no justice? I say there is, you must simply earn it yourself.

[Now there's a thought. Maybe he'll just rebuild a sink to his height. Hm.]

And what do I owe the honor, Lady Sansa?

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[steeledskin]

[ justice is a thing of stories -- of songs, and avenging knights. justice, in practice, is a broken thing. corrupted and perverted by the power that wields it. even earning it for one's self feels hollow -- for she can still remember marillion's singing from the sky cells, although that was justice she'd gotten for herself.

sansa exhales. it's early -- and he is not at his best. but that is why she asked the strange talking device to share their voices only and not their images: so she might give him his privacy, and safe-guard propriety. it didn't matter that they'd both already seen each other at their most vulnerable. ]

Robb has joined the fleet's number. [ she knows he knows it. she watches the broadcasts carefully. ]

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[tallasaking]

[No, justice is something you took in both of your hands. It was when he wrapped his hands around a lying whore's neck, or put a bolt in his father's stomach. Justice was only justice if you sought it yourself.

It looked a lot like vengeance, as well.

Tyrion eyes the device again, as he continued his grooming.]

Ye-es, I had noticed that. So I take it you wish to never speak to me again, now that you have your glorious brother back?

[By the Seven, he wished he actually had been drinking for this conversation. He sighs again, pinching his brow.]

Pardon my rudeness. Your brother does not bring out the best in me.

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[steeledskin]

[ unseen, she flinches. she can imagine the rift between the two: she feels it, as well. but somehow, she did not anticipate such cruelty in lord tyrion's words. perceived cruelty, at least -- when he had once been one of the few individuals who spoke gently to her of her brother and mother's murders. he had expressed sympathy once upon a time.

before i ran, she reminds herself.

even so, she is taken aback by his hostility now. what a foolish stupid girl she'd been -- half-expecting he, of all people, might find it in his heart to be glad for her.

dully: ] I would have thought you'd be pleased to be relieved of your burdensome duty, my lord. My care, and the care of my younger brother, need no longer concern you.

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[survivalistcookbook]

[The struggle is real, here. Eugene knows firsthand how annoying it is trying to get around a ship even with a prosthetic leg. At least even standing on one foot, he can at least reach things.]

It's worth a shot asking around the engineers to see if anyone's feeling altruistic.

[He turns the camera on his device downward and stoops forward, tugging up his left pantleg up past the hinged knee to reveal steel-gray metal all the way down to the curved flipper of a foot]

One of the guys who used to live here put this together for me. Whatever you would want built has got to be pretty simple by comparison.

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[tallasaking]

[Tyrion tilted his head - oh look, it is a new acquaintance. One who clearly understand how hard it is to get around with parts of one's body not working for him.]

... I am in fact, an engineer.

[He looked at interest with his leg.] And if my crew did not complain, then I would do it here.]

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[survivalistcookbook]

[That's clearly a curious look - which makes since, if the man's an engineer himself. Without commentary, Eugene obliges the study, straightening the knee and rotating his leg one way, then the other.]

Hold on. Are you saying that hypothetically? Or did you bring up the idea already and your crew voted it down?

[Because if it's the latter - um. Wow. Condolences on your ship full of entitled shits, man.]

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[tallasaking]

[Fascinating bit of engineering. Tyrion wouldn't mind taking a look if the man did not find it intrusive. Which, he might after they were better acquainted.]

Oh yes, I am clearly speaking hypothetically. My crew is nothing if not a generous lot.

[Seriously, they are all ... fairly decent and giving people. He's not entirely sure what he is doing here.]

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[survivalistcookbook]

[Show-and-Tell over, Eugene flips the device back around, smiling to himself.]

In that case, I guess you've got a pet project for yourself. Just in case building weapons was getting boring.