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driftfleet2016-05-16 04:39 pm
tallasaking) wrote in driftfleet2016-05-16 04:39 pm
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Who: Tyrion Lannister
Broadcast: The whole Fleet
Action: Accidental video
When: Today
[If anyone ever had a doubt that Tyrion Lannister likes to keep himself occupied, today would be the day that he put all doubts to rest. His fingers flick against the side of his camera as he is reaching for a book. Which is good, because he's got three open now. He frowns at one paragraph, then pushes off with his chair - with wheels, fascinating things these.
Then he was picking up a screwdriver, turning to a tank that looked a great deal like the displays at the Green Museum, twisting a brace into place, eying it, then rolling back across the floor to check on the panels for the engine. He picked up a clipboard, put down the screwdriver and exchanged it for pencil while he marked off a few things on a list, then pushed himself off to roll back to his desk, where he flipped a page on his second book, muttering quietly to himself.]
'This means that the center of mass of the arrow–where gravity acts–is further forward than the center of pressure–where aerodynamic forces act. This results in the aerodynamic forces helping to stabilize the flight of the arrow.'
[He tapped the page, then pushed off again to his work-table, where a variety of weapons were lying on the surface, and plucked up the bow.] Yes, all right, that means I just need to change the density of the string and curve the bow a little more for the right amount of pressure per inch... good, good.
[He hummed as he put the bow back down, and reached underneath for his toolbox, singing softly to himself as he went through the varying strings he had gathered for said bow.]
I'm malicious, mean and scary
My sneer could curdle dairy
And violence-wise, my hands are not the cleanest
But despite my evil look
And my temper and my hook
I've always yearned to be a concert pianist
Can't you see me on the stage performin' Mozart
Ticklin' the ivories 'til they gleam?
Yep, I'd rather be called deadly
For my killer show tune medley
Thank you, 'cause way down deep inside I've got a dream
[Clearly, Tyrion is something of a workaholic, when he gets himself going.]
Broadcast: The whole Fleet
Action: Accidental video
When: Today
[If anyone ever had a doubt that Tyrion Lannister likes to keep himself occupied, today would be the day that he put all doubts to rest. His fingers flick against the side of his camera as he is reaching for a book. Which is good, because he's got three open now. He frowns at one paragraph, then pushes off with his chair - with wheels, fascinating things these.
Then he was picking up a screwdriver, turning to a tank that looked a great deal like the displays at the Green Museum, twisting a brace into place, eying it, then rolling back across the floor to check on the panels for the engine. He picked up a clipboard, put down the screwdriver and exchanged it for pencil while he marked off a few things on a list, then pushed himself off to roll back to his desk, where he flipped a page on his second book, muttering quietly to himself.]
'This means that the center of mass of the arrow–where gravity acts–is further forward than the center of pressure–where aerodynamic forces act. This results in the aerodynamic forces helping to stabilize the flight of the arrow.'
[He tapped the page, then pushed off again to his work-table, where a variety of weapons were lying on the surface, and plucked up the bow.] Yes, all right, that means I just need to change the density of the string and curve the bow a little more for the right amount of pressure per inch... good, good.
[He hummed as he put the bow back down, and reached underneath for his toolbox, singing softly to himself as he went through the varying strings he had gathered for said bow.]
I'm malicious, mean and scary
My sneer could curdle dairy
And violence-wise, my hands are not the cleanest
But despite my evil look
And my temper and my hook
I've always yearned to be a concert pianist
Can't you see me on the stage performin' Mozart
Ticklin' the ivories 'til they gleam?
Yep, I'd rather be called deadly
For my killer show tune medley
Thank you, 'cause way down deep inside I've got a dream
[Clearly, Tyrion is something of a workaholic, when he gets himself going.]
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[Tyrion spins around, to give her a warm smile. He looks over at the bow and chuckles.]
That particular weapon is for a friend of mine onboard my vessel. She prefers bows and arrows, and I am perfecting my technique.
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[
Can she have some for her room]I can't imagine the natives will take too kindly to that.
[She shakes her head a bit but her smile shows that she doesn't entirely disapprove. He was a man who knew what he wanted and he got it for himself. She admired that about him.]
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[So he'll put it back, but he will see that she gets flowers of her own.]
And I am sure they would be happy to see my notes on my improvements - after all, anything to save their world, yes?
[Look at this charming little lip quirk, Dany, how could anyone resist that?]
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[For real that tank probably weighs as much as you do, Tyrion.]
Yes, I suppose that is the important thing - helping them.
[Is he buttering her up? He's trying to butter her up. Damn it.]
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[And a little bit of bribery, but mostly guile.]
I have a way with the scholarly sorts. I said it would help me with my research on how to fix their terraformers, since it was built around some of the same principles.
[He smiles again, mis-matched eyes gleaming.]
Precisely so, my Queen.
[He pauses, giving her a thoughtful look.]
Is that something you would like to help me with? Helping them?
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[She's hopeful, given that Tyrion has yet to steer her wrong thus far. He was a diplomat and had more cunning than her previous advisors. Jorah had knowledge, Ser Barristan was honest and good, and Misandei was intelligent beyond measure. She missed the girl dearly.]
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[He is straightforward with that, because this is an engineering problem. They have to see what happened with the air filtration system.]