[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]

[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.]

[takeabow]

What?

[tallasaking]

... Have I misspoke again? My apologies. My mind it wanders into places it should not.

[takeabow]

...I think we're just talking about different things. I'm talking about fighting.

[tallasaking]

AH. No, I most definitely do not want to fight you. You would break every bone in my tiny body.

[takeabow]

Well. I don't want to fight you, either. So. We're good.

[tallasaking]

I do like it when we can reach a mutual accord of non-destruction.

[takeabow]

But I will tell you I'm never actually talking about like... sleeping with people or whatever. That's not the sort of thing I talk about.

[tallasaking]

[Now, she has his attention. He sips his coffee, looking at her curiously.]

I see ... is this something you are not interested in period, if I might be so bold to ask? I want clarification of how risque my teasing is allowed to be.

[takeabow]

[ shrugs, guarded ]

I'm just saying, I probably won't get the jokes.