[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.]

Comments

[tallasaking]

I did not say that. I just said it is ... as it is, strong. [He took another sip, and sighed.] Which frankly I could use.

[takeabow]

Coffee could be hard to get at home, so I'm probably not the best person to make it.

[tallasaking]

Well, something to know in the future. When I wish to be awake for the next twenty hours -- go to Nova.

[takeabow]

It's not that bad.

[tallasaking]

No, as I said, just very strong.

[takeabow]

Yeah.

I set out some breakfast if you want it. It's just gels and stuff though.

[tallasaking]

Mmmm gels. You spoil me, Nova.

[He smiled as he went to see what had been put out, and appropriately mix them.]

[takeabow]

Living in the lap of luxury, here.

[tallasaking]

We are, without a doubt, living on the teat of the fortunate.

[He sighed as he carefully pushed his mug atop the table, and then carefully pushed his plate, and then climbed up into the chair so he could in fact, eat at the table.]

... So I am going to construct some things around here that are made for me. Do you have any objection?

[takeabow]

Oh.

No.

Why would I object?

[tallasaking]

... Well I will have to temporarily turn off the plumbing to make the adjustments.

[takeabow]

For the whole ship? How temporary is "temporarily"?

[tallasaking]

[He pauses, doing the calculations in his head.] Perhaps two hours. Of course I have to get the materials to make these adjustments - so this will have to wait for the next planet. Perfect time for such adjustments, anyways.

[takeabow]

Oh, I thought you meant, like, days. Especially if we're on-planet, it shouldn't be too inconvenient.

Maybe you can ask our benevolent overlords for some modifications, though.

[tallasaking]

Gracious no. After all I only have to adjust one sink. Everything else I can do with just ... a great deal of noise. Banging, and the like of that.

[He gave her a wry little smile.] I am leery of asking the overlords for anything.

[takeabow]

That's probably the right attitude.

[tallasaking]

Caution is always the right attitude - until it is not.

[takeabow]

We might have something in common.

[tallasaking]

Be still my heart ... Nova believes we have common ground. [A sly little smile.] Am I warming on you?

[takeabow]

We'll see. I tend to be cautious until I lose my temper.

[tallasaking]

.... Is that the only warning I am going to get?

[takeabow]

What? No. I was talking about what you were talking about.

[ and just skipping the teasing ]

[tallasaking]

[You know, this rather reminded him of conversations with Catelyn Stark. Except she wasn't going to murder him.]

Ah! My apologies for the misunderstanding then, Nova.

[takeabow]

We're all on the same crew. I don't really plan on screwing that up.

[tallasaking]

I think that is wise - people who are in such close quarters would make poor bed partners.

[He stated solemnly.]