[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

Private Voice

[steeledskin]

And I am on the Blue Fish. [ with robb. and bran.

a moon ago, she'd not have told him this much. it would have been a secret for her to keep. but (perversely) the more she talks with her family, the more she realizes she's not the same girl they used to love. so much has happened -- and lord tyrion, at least, knows some of the cause. he witnessed it; stopped it; wedded it.

perversely, she can be more herself with the imp than with her own flesh and blood. it burns -- but it's true. and so she tells him which ship she inhabits. and she offers him the thinnest of thin truces: ] And you may contact me -- from time to time -- if you wish to talk.

[ quite the change from their first meeting! but she's had a lot of time to think, and to compare her state with that of her brothers. tyrion, at the very least, understands. ]

Re: Private Voice

[tallasaking]

I have heard of several others residing on Blue Fish.

[He knows that is where Bran is - he has not learned about Robb yet. It seems a great deal of his time will be now spent on this particular ship ...

Especially when she extends the invitation. Both of his eyebrows lift, before he state simply.]

It would be my pleasure. [A pause, and a quiet.] You may feel free to contact me as well, if you wish to talk.

Private Voice

[steeledskin]

[ there are things she thinks she will never tell him: of playing catspaw at his nephew's wedding, and of how she dared defend him against aunt lysa's disgust. there are questioned burning in her throat, but asking them betrays too much.

(and she believes he'll grow tired of her conversation. eventually. the imp does not want to discuss embroidery and the high harp.)

sansa begins her gracious exit: ] Good day, Lord Tyrion.

Re: Private Voice

[tallasaking]

[At least in that, they would both keep their silence. He will never tell her that he knew what his sister and brother did to Bran, or why, although he has a fairly good idea she already knows.

(Honestly he'd be fascinated to learn about the high harp.)

He dips his head, even though he knows she cannot see him.] Good day, Lady Sansa.