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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.]
video »
[ she peers at the screen, curiosity evident in her eyes ]
What is the gift going to be? is it a bow and arrow? who is it for?
Re: video »
[He glances at the bow.]
It is in fact, a gift for Nova. She prefers a bow to a gun or a sword.
video »
[ she brightens up at once ]
She is a dear friend of mine. How wonderful, that all my friends seem to also be each other's friends.
[ not very likely to happen anywhere but here ]
Re: video »
[One corner of his mouth lifts.]
What a small world indeed ...
[Or at least, what a small fleet.]
video »
[ it's an easy enough decision to make. she might be on her own but a ship containing both himself and Nova is mayhaps one of the safest places for her on the ship. ]
Is the rest of your crew very friendly?
Re: video »
[She would be as safe as houses here. Nova was deadly on her own and Tyrion? Well. Tyrion would get by.]
They are ... rough around the edges, but they are honest. That is not always to their advantage.
video »
[ and oft, they make her sick but she will not admit to that, not openly. ]
But such company shall be worth the travel, surely.
[ she does smile at the description ]
Is honesty not appreciated at these parts of the world?
video »
You honor me with such a compliment. [He tipped his head with a bow, and a smile.]
It depends on the honesty.
video »
[ asked as she twists a ring around her finger ]
what's better, a rough-sounding truth or a pretty lie.
Re: video »
[He looked at her thoughtfully.]
I would prefer a pretty truth ... but a rough-sounding truth is something you can at least bank money on.
video »
[ there are so very few truths of any kind ]
Mayhaps one day we should make a game of it. Exchange one pretty truth for another.
Re: video »
[He sighed, rubbing his beard for a moment, before his lips twitched up.]
Oh? What sort of pretty truth would you like to hear?
video »
[ she chuckles ]
Guessing is half the fun, is it not?
Re: video »
[His mouth curved up on the corners.]
Oh I shall have fun with this one, that I can be assured of.