[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

video

[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?

Text

[notmutantbutmiracle]

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

Video

[wolfuncaged]

[Tyrion why the noise? Why? Dryly:]

Yes. It is called Orzammar.

Re: video

[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.]

Text

[tallasaking]

[Now that was an interesting thought]

Do you think they would actually do such a thing?

Re: Video

[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?

[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]

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

[tallasaking]

[Tyrion eyed her in the mirror again.]

...Hm. Is this the last warning I receive before I am shoved out of an airlock?

Re: Text

[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.]

[takeabow]

[ leans against the doorframe ]

I'll have to look into the rules about ejecting crewmates.

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[notmutantbutmiracle]

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

[tallasaking]

[Tyrion gently snipped his beard into something respectable, muttering at her reflection.]

I am more than certain the rule will be 'Don't.'

[takeabow]

You never do know.

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[tallasaking]

Pride. Which, to be honest, I have had so little of it seems like a waste to squander what I have left.

Although I am sure pride here is simply foolish.

[tallasaking]

[Tyrion paused in his grooming to eye her again.]

You are ever so terrifying. Always, not just in the morning. I really shouldn't find that attractive.

[takeabow]

[ she's a bit stunned by this. it's small but apparent. ]

Wait, what?

[tallasaking]

What, that I find frightening women attractive? I know, it's a bad personal life choice. Clearly I should go for some gentle soul who will be able to tolerate my bad humors and my ugliness. Ah well, the heart wants for what it cannot have.

[There, Nova, thrown from your game before you try to toss him out an airlock. He finishes trimming his beard, eying himself.]

Although with this I look half way towards dashing.

[takeabow]

[ she's definitely thrown for a loop ]

...Right. Well. Whatever. I'm going to get breakfast.

[tallasaking]

[He smirks at his reflection, before he snaps his fingers and yells.]

Do be as so kind as to make some coffee!

[takeabow]

[ she sticks her head back in ]

Did you just snap at me?

private voice »

[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. ]

Re: private voice »

[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?