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. ]

Comments

[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.]

[vagabond_code]

Is it loaded?

[The one in Tyrion's hand, Clint means. How can he be so nonchalant about this?]

[tallasaking]

Well yes, but you only have six bullets. I've left the safeties on so they don't go off accidentally.

[He pointed to where the safety was engaged.] From what I have read, these things can be temperamental.

[vagabond_code]

It only takes one.

[He didn't catch the word 'temperamental', but at this point it hardly mattered.]

[tallasaking]

One would hope so, if one's aim is at all sufficient.

[Really, so ungrateful.] If you don't want the gun, you don't have to have one. I'll work on your knives instead.