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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.]

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So, question one is, do you ever intentionally address your adoring public. And question two is, should I be concerned you seem to be DIYing an arsenal? There's probably a question three about the song, but we'll get there.

[And now, you get to watch Tyrion jerk with surprise, Kitty, before he spins on his chair and blinks at her. Then he laughs, mis-matched eyes crinkling.]

Why Kitty Pryde, are you spying on me? No, wait, I am answering your questions first.

One ... actually I never do. I should do that sooner or later. They keep tuning in, after all. I should throw them some love.

Two, absolutely not, I'll build you a weapon if you like. I use my own materials, of course, so it might be awhile if you want something complicated.

Three ... yes let's just table three.

[She's looking amused.] Careful. Don't want any sudden movements around all the pointy things. If this is spy work you make it very easy.

[She listens to his answers with interest and more of that amusement.] You really should especially since you haven't called or visited the Windrose. I haven't seen you since the dance. I barely remembered what you even look like. [Not that she'd called him or visited whichever ship it is he's on either. Tourist and Blameless get most of her non-Windrose love.]

As far as the weapons go... [She adjusts the video so he can see more of her then she lets a set of sharp metal claws fly out of the gauntlet encircling her forearm.] I worked with someone else on my something complicated.

[He snorted softly, as he rolled over to the phone, and her.] The secrets I keep are not kept out on any table.

[One eyebrow comes up, before he gives her a thoughtful smirk.] Are you telling me that you have missed me? Tsk, how horrible of me to keep you wanting my company. How shall I make it up to you? [Yes, he quite likes visiting. Visiting her would be an utter pleasure.]

[And now she has his full interest.] Oh, that is utterly brilliant. .. who helped you with those?

[ Oh man, oh man...someone's singing♥ And while normally Sascha would go up and interrupt? He's actually enjoying listening to this. So he'll just be listening for a moment, until it seems Tyrion's stopped, and then-- ]

Your voice is really pretty♥

Maybe. I haven't had a chance to get tired of you yet. [She doesn't think that would happen.] You'll have to come over for some chess. [She'll pick up some wine next time she's on the moon.]

[She only had part of it before?] Mmm, I'm not sure if he'd want that advertised, but he has a special skill set. [He can control metal.] They're designed after the ones I wear at home. [Another version of Magneto had actually designed and created them for her originally.]

Will you really have need of such a weapon, Lord Tyrion?

[She won't embarrass him by commenting on his singing voice, but it is rather nice.]

[It's a deep sort of voice, throaty and deep, and when he stops singing he's surprised by another voice. He arches an eyebrow at the phone, before he clears his throat.]

Ah ... well. Thank you..?

[dropping your communicator over accidental broadcasts is normal, right? It's totally normal.

But it's a face he recognizes, from magazines and seeing the man in person and yet - the accent and the hair color are off, very off, there's no glasses, and he isn't sure Bolivar Trask is was a man who made bows and other sorts of weapons. No, he preferred sentinels.

He watches the feed for a moment longer before he tentatively speaks up. It may not look like the man, but he has to know. For so many, many different reasons. His voice is a little weak]

I think you're - broadcasting, sir. By accident.

Oh, I don't think that will be a problem you are going to have. [He quirked one corner of his mouth up.] Name a day, and I'll learn your chess and entertain you besides.

[...all right to be fair, she was the sort of person who had his complete attention all the time.] He must have. I am very impressed by the engineering. He has a good hand on originality and function.

You'll have to prove that. Tomorrow. [Smiling at him.]

Slightly less than original. [Though as far as weapons go, yes.] They're based off Logan's mutation. He was the one teaching me to fight, so I got a pair to match. Of course his are part of his skeletal system and mine just strap on.

Who are you building the arrows for? Are you an archer or did one of the Hawkeyes get to you?

Your Majesty, a pleasure as always.

[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.

[Tyrion frowned as some sort of noise came over his own communicator, but ignored it as he kept tweaking the bow. He is humming to himself again when he hears a voice over the device.

No face, a little odd, but anyways.]

Am I still broadcasting? By the Seven, I thought I turned the blasted thing off. [He pushed off with one booted foot, to turn off the camera, but kept the voice on.]

Thank you kindly, ser.

["by the Seven"? That's absolutely not something from his world, and it takes the weak tone out of his voice. But good god, the resemblance was uncanny]

Of course. It didn't seem like it was an intentional broadcast, so -

[She has no idea what's going on in this video or which part to comment on first--or if she even should, it's clear he had no intention of broadcasting this but...]

Excuse me? What are you working on? [A bow it sounds like, but who would use a normal bow when they've got all this technology around??

Yuri hesitates a moment and then looks apologetic] Sorry, um... The broadcast was on.

You're welcome~ [ Surprise or no, at least it isn't yelling. ]

Do you have any other songs?

Tomorrow it shall be. [He smiled back, warm and generous.]

I see ... so based off a power? Your friends are very interesting fellows, I must say. [His lips twitch upwards.] As for powers - yours I think are the far more interesting.

My friend Nova. She asked me for a bow and arrows - I haven't made them before, so it is something of a challenge for engineering.

[He chuckled softly, as he kept working on the bow, re-stringing it with care.

Quite a few, in fact. More all the time, now that I have learned how to access them. What would you like?

They never are. Which apparently I need to change, as the fans might start to think I dislike them.

[He smirks to himself, humor clear in his tone.] Good thing I wasn't doing something more embarrassing.

The fans? [there's confusion in his voice] Do you mean - the people watching us?

And - yeah, good thing. That would be terribly awkward.

[Honestly he has absolutely no control over this fucking thing. He rubbed his forehead slightly embarrassed, before he cleared his throat.]

I am working on a bow, for a friend. [A wry smile passed his face.] Yes, I really must try to make a broadcast on purpose, sooner or later. Seems all I do is accidental.

Yes, those particular people. [His tone is light, and not at all bitter.]

Certainly would be. Like walking about with your breeches open and your cock hanging out. [This fellow seems like he needs a bit shaking up.]

I'm sure they know by now how we feel about them. [Hank's made no secret of it.

........... Tyrion please. If he needed any more confirmation, that was it, right there] Yes, like - that.

It's a plan. [If not a date.]

He also had a healing factor. Someone could punch a hole right through his chest and it would just knit itself back together. Still might not be as interesting, but it's useful.

I don't know Nova, but if she's an archer I'm sure she'll let you know if you're getting it wrong. They can be picky.

I am certain they do. [He rubbed his beard with the faintest bit of amusement, before he went back to working on the bow. Oh, nice, he could almost hear the young man choke.]

Of course they might get a thrill out of it, if we all wandered about naked. Do hellish things for the ratings, depending on whom.

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