[Action] Going Calling

[tallasaking]

Who: Tyrion
Broadcast: N.O.P.E
Action: Tyrion's making his way around the Fleet. Hi Friends.
When: First week of August

Having an engineering augment had seriously helped him with the ability to have some breathing space on the rather overly metal surfaces of the First Breath. Not that he didn't love his ship - honestly he spent as much time there chatting up Lily and Hawke as he did sleep.

Let's face it, Tyrion wasn't much for sleeping. So when he wasn't working on the Engineering of the ship (hour or two, tops), or his own projects (four to five depending on how late he stayed up), then managing the bar (eight hours), he still had time on his hands. So he would take that shuttle, and head out into the deep dark (don't think about it, do not even think about not having air), to visit.

If you are expecting a handsome - well at least charming - dwarf, do feel free to open your airlocks. No worries, he can break in if necessary.

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[pneumo]

But the Bloodsport always has an open airlock--especially at night! That's when half their crew tends to 'wake up' so to speak, what with Bigby and Sascha being nocturnal. So just imagine this goofy vampire's delight when they receive a visitor of all things--and his favourite vocalist.

"--Tyrion!" What are you doing here you wonderful man, you.

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[tallasaking]

"Sacha! Just the vampire I was coming to see." Honestly the crews moved around so much - he was just pleased one of his friends stayed in the right place at the right time. So he saluted the other man cheerily as he closed up his shuttle.

"And how is my favorite vampire of night-time affection?"

[pneumo]

And thus Tyrion spoketh the magic words: I was coming to see, vampire, and favourite.

Honestly he couldn't have said anything else to make Sascha's features light up the way they do when he hears that, and it's obvious even behind his ridiculous UV shades. Which he wears even now.

"I'm--um! I'm great! You really came to see me???"

For Jojen

[tallasaking]

Some days though, Tyrion was an absolutely blurry mess. So much that he wouldn't recognize his own father if he ran into him in the hallways of the First Breath this early in the day. So it was this morning, where he stumbled into the mess hall and made his way towards the coffee maker, grunting at whoever else was in the room with a sleepy, "Good morrow."

He was now going to fill his cup with delicious coffee and milk and sugar and then try to remember who he was and what he was doing here, thank you ever so much.

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[greensights]

Fortunately for Tyrion Lannister, he was not the only blurry, grumpy mess so early in the morning. Jojen Reed had perched on one of the offered seats in the mess hall. Green eyes were tired with yet another dream. There was a sick feeling pooling in his stomach and he wasn't sure if it was the coffee that he'd turned as pale as him with milk and sugar or simply the terrible's night rest.

Good morrow entered his ears and he stared down at his coffee a frown written on his face. "What's so good about it?" Jojen questioned without really meaning to voice the thought, but he was groggy and his voice made it obvious -- gritty with disuse. It was a fair question though, was there something unique about it that made it good?

He didn't turn his gaze to his new company, simply closed his eyes when he took a sip of the sweet liquid.

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[tallasaking]

Tyrion had to pull up and think about that one, before he shrugged and sipped his coffee delicately. Then he answered dryly, stumbling towards the kitchen table, "Well, we haven't been sucked into the vacuum of space, so I always find that to be a delightful thing."

He drops into a seat across from the other voice, and lets his head rest against the back of the chair, "Besides. There's coffee. We won't die if we have coffee."

For Kara - The Tourist

[tallasaking]

Since the Tourist was where at least three of Tyrion's very good friends resided, it wasn't odd for him to stop in. Especially while Winn was in his cryo-sleep -- Tyrion had done some reading about people in comas so he came to sit with the other man and read books on computer programing and the like. When he ran down with that, he talked about all his projects - how he was working on the perfect meme for Winn to wake up to.

He had just finished up his latest adventure in engineering, noted the time and leaned forward out of the chair, patting the man's hand briefly. "I'll be back tomorrow, Winn. Try waking up while I'm gone, eh?"

He pushed himself out of the chair, to find himself staring at a rather attractive set of legs. Which led him to look up to a young, rather beautiful blonde.

Ah. He cleared his throat. "...Kara. I. Ah. Was just visiting. Talking to people, in comas. It's supposed to be good for them."

[takingkarabusiness]

[ she heard him and peeked through the door before she came in, so she's not surprised by his being there. she's somewhat awkward but trying to keep the mood up ]

Thank you—I appreciate it, and I'm sure he does, too. Reading anything interesting?

[tallasaking]

Ahhhh well. We had been discussing my greenhouse project, before he ... fell asleep. I was just keeping him updated. [Tyrion's mouth twisted slightly.]] I have yet to find the appropriate internet meme to dazzle the Fleet with, after all.

For Jim - The Tourist

[tallasaking]

Tyrion actually spent a lot more time on the Tourist than he thought, between visiting Winn, then Fenris, and then stopping by to visit Jim. By the time he got to Jim, he was at least one or two glasses down in wine, so he was feeling rather mellow.

Today, however, was something of a tougher day so he was a little tipsier than usual, as he dropped into the chair next to the Captain's and sighed heavily. "I just do not understand this place, Jim. I suppose the wine isn't helping with higher cognitive function, but I just ... don't."

[universal_charm]

There little ship was becoming a wayward home or something for the amount of people who were here so often even though they were not, technically, on the roster. He should start charging rent or something, honestly. He looked up when Tyrion came in, having been sitting enjoying a book and drinking a bit of tea (that was all their little coffee maker had deigned to give him that day and he was wise enough not to argue with it now).

"Which part?" he inquired, seemingly used to such moods with people and rolling with it, glancing over at his friend with a raised brow of concern.

For Hank - The Blameless

[tallasaking]

On his rounds, sooner or later Tyrion always stopped by to talk to Hank. Sometimes it was simply for some light conversation, sometimes it was to talk about some of the more difficult aspects of their various projects. Today, however, Tyrion had something he wanted to show the other man, and he was rather proud of it.

He hobbled, carefully, under the weight of the tank that he carried with him down to Hank's lab, his mis-matched eyes gleaming as he walked in.

"Behold! I bring you ... a portable conservatory."

[beathach]

Hank had regular visitors to his lab, whether it to be just to say hello or for more scientific reasons. Tyrion was one of those visitors, and he always enjoyed it when the man stopped by. He was witty and smart, and their past conversations had them bonding over a common element. He was far past the point of comparing the man to the Trask of his world; Tyrion was nothing like him, and he was more than thankful for that.

He glances up from his notebook and blinks in surprise, but he puts his pencil down and abandons his notes to come over and offer to take the tank from Tyrion, since it seems heavy.

"Really?" He peers at it, eyebrows raised. "Wow - did you make this? What are you going to use it for?"

For Robb - The Blue Fish

[tallasaking]

For Tyrion, the Blue Fish was always something of a bittersweet visit. On one hand, he had to be careful to avoid the ire of Robb Stark or the cold presence of Sansa -- or if he was in one of his moods making sure they saw him as much as possible. On the other hand ... he liked coming to see Bran. He liked visiting with Beverly, flirting with her harmlessly. He liked coming to see Riona, to play with Kiter and cheer her up a little.

So it was fairly odd that he would actually go and seek out one of the people he usually tried to avoid, and that person was Robb Stark. He peered around the corner into the security room, and then knocked politely.

very late, sorry!

[kingofbadlifechoices]

Robb wonders if it has been the right choice to ally with a Lannister. Of course, the Imp is in no way like his father and it seems his words have been sincere. And, apparently, loyal to the Targaryen princess. Mayhaps he could teach her how Westeros truly worked because the woman knew nothing of it. She only talked of dragons that were nowhere to be seen. And secretly he would love to see those dragons. Because dragons. All they have been to him were words inside a history book owned by maester Luwin.

When he hears a couple of knocks on the door he stands, adjusting his clothes as he does.

"You may come in." It is no doubt that this would be another strained conversation but it helps that Robb isn't sitting behind a communicator weeping like some child now. He waits until Tyrion has entered.

"I have gotten you some wine. I do not think it is from Dorne...but close enough, I take."

[bryces_pup]

Riona steps out of Leliana's room, looking concerned as she shuts the door behind her. Kiter's waiting semi-patiently for her across the hall, whining in worry as he walks up to her.

"She's still asleep. Guess it's my turn to draw on her face."

Their conversation cuts short when Kiter sniffs and suddenly turns his head. He takes off, and starts barking excitedly as he sees a familiar figure coming down the hall.

Riona straightens, pleasant surprise flitting across her expression as she walks over to greet Tyrion. "I didn't know you were stopping by!"

[tallasaking]

Tyrion had been keeping as quiet as possible - he knew he was passing by the Stark's quarters and he didn't want them aware of his presence while he looked for his other friends here.

He would not, however, stop them from finding him, as his lips curved into a grin as Kiter barking at him, Riona beside him, "I was making the rounds, and thought I would drop my proverbial calling card."

[aigue]

The Heron has a new crew member. Unfortunately, said crew member is not particularly enthused to be there. She's been spending most of her time in her room or wiggling into whatever vents she can fit into. General exploring shit, though mostly out of boredom. Space ships are either nowhere near as exciting as their literary counterparts, or she's in too much of a sour mood to enjoy it.

Either way she's wandering down when she realizes a shuttle has docked. It's mostly because she wants to sniff at the new shuttle than be sociable, and anyways whoever is here is probably planning on seeing one of the other crew members, so no worries there!

She's trotting down in her fox body, small and black and sleek, with a blue rose and pearl hairclip clipped to one ear. Like any good non-domesticated fox she's pausing cautiously, her ears perked up as she eyes him warily. He isn't someone she recognizes, which is unsurprising, but it can't hurt to be careful. Just in case.

[tallasaking]

Tyrion doesn't stop by the Heron much, but he does like going to speak with Charles Xavier when he can. So here he is, gifts in basket, to find a ... fox waiting outside for him. One eyebrow raises, as he takes in the black fox and the small clip in her ... fur.

Right. Well. "I don't suppose you speak like the ponies, do you?" He was also smart enough to offer her his hand to sniff. Why play it stupid with a wild animal?

[axiomed]

[ Leaving the new planet behind had been hard for Charles. It was the first place where he felt accepted rather than constrained and the experiences and joys that had come with it were . . . priceless. But all good things come to an end and even though his heart was heavy, Charles himself was not upset. He had his new chair, which seems to hover neatly above the ground and the chess set Erik had got him for his birthday. When he looks up and spots Tyrion, he smiles, his eyes soft. ]

Can't sleep?

[tallasaking]

[Tyrion also missed the planet below - because it reminded him strongly of home. Yet, it did not try to define him by his appearance, but rather his merits of argument. Skills he was still honing aboard ship, and skills that he would continue to employ.

But ... not with Charles. He didn't need honing on this one. Instead he just waddled over and gave the other man a weary smile.] I rarely sleep well. Thought I'd just dart about, see if anyone else was having insomnia, and here you are.

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[spontaneouscombustion]

[Oh hey, what a coincidence, Pinkie's just watering the new gardens in the cargo bay when she notices the lone shuttle trying to dock.]

La lala lala~

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[tallasaking]

[If Tyrion had a horn, he would have honked. As it was, he just tried to set shuttle down where there were no plants and no ponies to crush.]

[wolfehawke]

Tyrion isn't the only one who's relatively sleepless, though Adalwolfe's certain his reasons are different than those of his friend. Still, it's not uncommon for them to run into each other in various parts of the ship in the small hours when the bar is closed for the night.

Tonight, barely a day past their leaving the forested planet behind, Tyrion may well run into Hawke in the shuttle bay. He's got his mabari puppy with him - Ser Drools - and is idly making whisps of light with his magic to chase and be chased by his dog in order to give the pup exercise. Ser Drools is having a grand old time, but Hawke looks more pensive. Still, he smiles broadly and stands right up to greet Tyrion when he appears.

"Good evening, my friend! Or, I guess I should say good morning at this point. Hard to tell when there's no sun." Ser Drools, having caught the whisp when Hawke's attention turned and found it incorporeal and not good to eat, instead turns his own attention likewise to Tyrion and trots right over to sniff a hello.

[tallasaking]

"Good evening, Hawke. And morning seems fairly appropriate ... well, hello there, little fellow." Tyrion knelt down, so the puppy could sniff at his fingers. "You know, there seems to be quite a few of these puppies around. Riona has one named Kiter. What's this fluffy little bugger's name?"