mingle bells, mingle bells, mingle all the way...

[evildetector]

Who: The SS First Breath & any visitors!
Broadcast: Nah.
Action: All over the First Breath!
When: Throughout the month of March.

[ it's a march mingle! let's rub shoulders yo. ]

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OTA

[tallasaking]

[Hello fellow crewmates - please be as so good to wave to your local engineer, who is currently passing you a weapon he has constructed from materials he has bought. For all, there is a gun, but for Nova?

A little something special that she asked for him to craft.

He will also be looking at you, Furiosa, one eyebrow raised, as he waits for his lessons on how to use this damnedable thing properly.

[takeabow]

[ she sees him... then sees the spoils of his hard work ]

You finished already?

[tallasaking]

[Tyrion held up one finger.]

It is a prototype. I have never had any talent with a bow -- and I thought we could take the time to say - test it?

[takeabow]

Yeah, we can definitely do that. We can set up some targets in the park.

[tallasaking]

Good! Targets in the park is exactly what we'll need. [He murmured to himself.] And possibly a good alibi, if this goes awry. Still! Shall we take the shuttle and go down to the surface?

[takeabow]

I told you I wouldn't shoot you.

And yeah, let's.

[ gonna grab a jacket and get ready to go down there ]

[tallasaking]

I have believed people before when they said they wouldn't shoot me. I have found myself in the wrong.

[Was his wry response, but he smirked never the less and took on a gun himself. He did have to practice.]

I shall meet you in the shuttle.

[Which, he would, already starting up the engine to the small two-seater as he waited for Nova to arrive.]

[takeabow]

[ climbs into the shuttle ]

Ready?

[tallasaking]

As ready as I ever am to plunge into the unknowns of space.

[Is his response. The shuttle takes off and soon they are moving through traffic to reach a local space port for their shuttles. It's a short drive, and Tyrion is sure to keep his thoughts to himself until they get to the park.

Where he hands over the bow, the arrows, and takes out his notebooks.]

Anywhere you would like to fire at that is not people, is fine with me.

[takeabow]

There are some beefy trees in the park. We can put up some paper, if that's good?

[ heads that direction and sets up the range. luckily, people are sparse at the moment ]

[tallasaking]

I am sure the trees will feel a bit of a tingle, but they'll soon be all right.

[He himself sets himself up far enough away from the trees as so not to get shot, and then takes out his pencil and pad.]

Very well, shall we begin the experiment?

[takeabow]

[ nods and draws up. she actually draws a few times, trying to get a feel for the weight and tension and figure out how she should compensate for the flaws in construction ]

It feels a little heavy on the outside, and I'd probably like a little more elasticity, if you can manage it.

[tallasaking]

[He watches her carefully, his gaze thoughtful as he looks between her and the shot.]

All right ... we can do something to increase the elasticity.

[vagabond_code]

[Clint is leaning against the wall in the corridor, because it's roomier than his room. Which seems ironic. Still, he welcomes the interruption to all the nothing that he's doing with a small smile. His hands, which had been flat against the wall, come forward as if to say - if you help opening a jar of pickles, I'm your guy. All in all, being handed a handgun is about the last thing he would have expected.

And he doesn't take it.]

You got a good reason to wave that around?

[tallasaking]

Yes. Yes I do. The captain told me to arm everyone on board.

[Tyrion gestured withe the gun.]


You are part of everyone, yes?

[vagabond_code]

What am I supposed to do when I run out of bullets?

[Every resource is a commodity here. You can't just make bullets from nothing -- you need a combination of complex tools and metal casings, powder, and a person who could put all those things together. They have to be a very particular shape and size, or they'll jam in the chamber or they won't fire straight.]

And even if you have a good answer for that, shooting a gun inside a space-ship just seems like the worst idea.

[tallasaking]

Ask me for more bullets?

[Came the dry reply, as Tyrion looked at him with a completely blank face. Then he arched an eyebrow, his expression becoming thoughtful.]

Would you like me to make you a new different weapon? Perhaps a bow and arrow - I am learning how to perfect these.

[vagabond_code]

[It's not that he isn't tempted, but the serendipity of this whole setup feels like some sort of trap.]

Just one arrow?

[And anyway something about this guy just irks him. He seems like the sort who is used to getting what he wants, and getting it easy. It runs counter to Clint's own philosophy, which boils down to the idea that you have to make your own stuff work. If he was going to get a bow, it would be through his own effort, not by someone else's charity.]

You're Tyrion, aren't you?

[He pronounces it a little funny, like TEER-ee-on. Just go with it.]

[tallasaking]

[Tyrion looked up at him with one eyebrow raised.]

Yes. Just one arrow. I hope you're good with just one shot.

[Deadpan expression, the entire way through. Honestly, when it came from him he would understand the suspicion. When it came from the Captain though? Come on, that's just paranoia.]

Yes, that is my name.

[Mostly.]

[vagabond_code]

[Nova had recommended Tyrion for another thing entirely, but still, the fact that she'd recommended him at all meant something.]

I don't need anything complicated.

[And he couldn't stress enough how much he didn't want to blow out the side out of one of these ships.]

Can you do knives? Or darts? I gotta be able to re-use them, so they're no good if they blunt after one throw. And they gotta be able to take a beating. I won't just be putting holes in cork boards.

[tallasaking]

[Tyrion's mismatched eyes narrowed in interest at the man's requesti, and out of his back pocket he pulls out a small notepad.]

Nothing complicated ... just some simple throwing blades.

[He hummed softly, as he started to sketch.]

I can do both, but I will need to know what sort of metal you prefer. Steel is more reliable, less likely to blunt, and take a beating.

[vagabond_code]

Hey I'm not a blacksmith. I'm just a guy who's seen some shoddy knives.

[tallasaking]

How unfortunate for you - I do not make shoddy knives. Only good ones. Will you be able to survive?

[vagabond_code]

That depends, how many guns have you handed out exactly?

[And on the Captain's orders? Maybe he should be going to her with his concerns.]

[tallasaking]

One to each member of the crew.

[Is Tyrion's utterly non-plussed response. They were all modern folk, they knew how to use guns.]