[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.

Comments

[wolfehawke]

Hawke's laugh echoes around the entire cargo bay. "Fair enough, fair enough."

He grins, banishing at least some of the weary circles under his eyes as Drools goes to town on Tyrion's hands as if they're coated in peanut butter. "He could be our mascot. Ser Drools, the war dog of the First Breath."

[tallasaking]

"Well ... as long as it doesn't turn into the Dog's Breath, I think we shall be all right." Tyrion stated simply, "But if my vote as First Mate counts for anything, I vote yes."

[wolfehawke]

That joke is so bad it deserves another guffaw from Hawke, who seems to think that Tyrion deserves his own comedy special. Really he just has a less than sophisticated sense of humor.

"Ah, first mate Lannister is it? Well well, congratulations. Does that promotion come with a hat or a badge or anything?"