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Who: Everybody who hates this moon! And a few that don't!
Broadcast: Nope
Action: The Good Ship Iskaulit
When: Throughout the Toxic Moon event

[Y'all, Misty can't be the only one who hates this place, so let's all gather on the Iskaulit, safe from all that dark and rot down on the polluted moon and have ourselves a good time!

(Or at least, a pollution-free time).

A list of establishments on the Iskaulit can be found here!]

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[He smiles back at her, before he leaned back and stroked his beard a little, mulling over her story.]

The heart wants what the heart wants - I have read that somewhere. [He purses his lips. That you could fall in love here, and then lose the person you were with - yet that was the risk of love, wasn't it? He hesitates - before he states simply.]

I would, if I knew I could trust the woman. I ... have loved since my wife, and that woman betrayed me to my father. I would not risk my own heart on anything less than the real thing.

[She moves her drink to the side and leans in on the table as if about to tell him a secret.] Tyrion, if you could tell when it's the real thing with no chance of betrayal, you'd be the wisest person alive. [As if either of them wanted anything less the first time around. But she understands the thought. Agrees. And then also thinks she'll probably just do the stupid thing again thinking it's the right thing at the time. That is the pattern she's established.]

...And I'm sorry about the betrayal. Those hurt. [Especially to his father who has already been established as the worst.]

[She relaxes back again.] I think maybe you have to risk your heart to get a shot at the real thing though. Love is actually more brutal than war, isn't it? I talk a lot when I'm drinking.

Hah! That I would ... at which point I would like to become the head Septon for clearly, I also understand the Divine as well. [His face cracked into a real grin, before he shook his golden curls.]

...You had no hand in it. But I thank you for your sympathy. [He could tell it was not pity, and nor did he pity her. Respect, look how it blossoms.]

I believe you are right, my lady, on both counts. War only tears at your body - love tears at your soul. The rewards, however ... are far richer than any gold, in any castle. [His mouth twitched.] You do. I rather like it though.

[She laughs a lighter laugh instead of the darkly amused things that were coming out before.] That's good since it probably isn't stopping. And what's a Septon? God? Religious figure? [She tilts her head and leans it on her hand while the elbow props itself up on the table.] Or advisor to a god or religious figure?

Oh good, then I shall continue to like it. [He thought on what he had learned of different cultures here, and waved his hand.] Think of him as a ... a priest, or whatever is higher than a priest, would be what I was looking at. Someone who says he speaks for all Seven Gods, that sort of thing.

Bishop? Or pope would be the highest I guess. I don't know. I'm Jewish anyway. We have rabbis, and it's less authoritarian, but I get it.

We also only have the one God and he clearly sucks at godding. [Not the biggest fan anymore.]

If the highest office is Pope, then yes, he would be like the Pope. So I deserve to be the Pope of here if I can determine who will break my heart.

[A soft chortle.] We have seven. They are not doing too well either, so perhaps we should not let our happiness or our fate be determined by non-existent divine powers.

[Smiling.] Yes, definitely you should be Pope if you can do that. I'm sure you'd look cute in the hat. [She reaches a hand high up above her head.] It's this big, ostentatious thing.

[She holds out her drink.] To determining our own happiness and fate.

[He stares at her, before he lets out a snort of laughter.] So ... it is as about as tall as I am? Oh delightful. That wouldn't look ridiculous at all.

[His drink was lifted.] To determining our own fate, and happiness. I salute you.

I promise you it looks ridiculous on everyone. [She lets the glasses clink.] I mean, I would be adorable, but I'm always adorable. [She gives him a teasing smile.]

I have absolutely no doubts whatsoever that you speak the truth. [He stated solemnly, but his smile deepened around the corners.] You must always be adorable. How do people survive being around you for long periods of time?

...They don't. [She knows he didn't mean it like that, but she ducks her head for a moment, trying to push back thoughts of loss that are always just a little too close to the surface.]

[Something flashes across his gaze - sympathy again, not pity - before he reaches over and covers her hand with his own stubby one.]

Well, I am almost loathe to tell you this ... but I have survived everything ever thrown at me. Including this place. You shall, unfortunately, be stuck with me for some time yet.

[She adjusts her hand to be able to hold his and give it a squeeze.]

A fellow survivor. [She manages an apologetic smile for bringing the mood down again. They'd been in a nice place.] I accept your company if you can put up with mine.

[He gave her a firm nod, one corner of his mouth lifting sadly in answer.] A fellow survivor, despite it all. And the same applies to you.

It seems like pretty good company so far. Way less of a mood killer than me. You really need to keep up. [She smiles again.]

I know ... I shall really want to step up on my ability to go ahead and try to kill the mood more. [He cracks another smile.]

[And back to laughing. At least when it goes to the bad place it doesn't stay there?] I'm glad you understand your mission.

[Now there we are. He smiled more warmly then, his dimples flashing.] I shall be happy to lower and raise the mood..

Raising it too? A multi-tasker. I like that. [Even with the downs, she's really enjoyed this meeting. After all, the downs were there because they had real conversations and not some kind of boring small talk.]

I enjoy the challenge. [He gave his eyebrows a waggle, before stating simply.] For example - my sexual partners, outside of my wife - were all what you call prostitutes ... because they were the only women who could stand to bed me. Downer.

However, from those glorious women, they were more than willing to spread the news of my prowess. Ergo, I was quite popular. Upper. To further add to that upper, the women here seem to just like me for me ... which I find delightful.

Wow. I think you might actually be more unflatteringly honest about yourself than I am about myself. I'm impressed, Tyrion. [And a little sad for him which she's trying not to show, because it doesn't seem so much like their more mutual confessions.]

I've got nothing similar to that.

Because I have seen what the weight of lies can do, with people that you care about - or want to care about. If I am unflatteringly honest, it is so you will know all the poor sides of me, and hopefully, find the good ones worthy of your time and attention.

[That certainly gets a warmer smile from her.] That was a pretty good answer.

In that case, in my haste to feel something different about my death and Piotr's betrayal I slept with a man who may actually fit the title "evil." ...A lot. For a few months. [He was the noah of pleasure, okay?] He attacked and hurt friends of mine, tortured the man I fell in love with, and mutilated another friend of mine and wrote on the walls in his blood. [She holds up a finger.] He did do most of this after I'd ceased relations, but I knew what he was. [She convinced herself he'd changed for awhile, but that was a little bit hope and a lot to help her excuse her own behavior.]

I can give some very good answers, if asked the right questions.

[He paused, then listened. Well, he certainly had not made any wiser choices in his love life, now had he? At least hers had been a few months and not years.] The heart is a weak thing, isn't it? The body even less strong against temptations.