[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?"

For Jojen

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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.

[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 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."

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."

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."

For Robb - The Blue Fish

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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.

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"Sascha, you're practically the only person I know at all on this ship - in fact you are the only friend I do have on this ship. Everyone else is passing acquaintances, at best." Tyrion offered the taller man a lopsided smile, patting him on the hand.

"So! Catch me up with yourself. You haven't been sneaking that often into my bedchamber, have you found someone else to cuddle with?"

[pneumo]

"Oh, uhh...well sorta! I mean, Bigby yelled at me for not asking people first so I spend most of my days sleeping with him?" And really, he means literally sleeping. Most days he's squished under a giant wolf. "But if you want I can come visit~~"

[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!"

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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.

[tallasaking]

"... I was under the impression my permission was granted." Tyrion looked amused, "As I said, the rules always apply, but you are welcome to come when you like."

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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."

[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?

[pneumo]

Well with permission granted heck yes he's going to stop over more often. In fact-- "Is today okay then?? When you get sleepy?"

[greensights]

The blond listened quietly, setting his cup down with a soft clink before he moved his hands to rub at his eyes. "I think if we're "sucked into the vacuum of space" we will die with or without coffee," Jojen said more matter-of-factly than anything. Half the words he spoke felt foreign on his tongue, but he knew what they meant oddly enough. "Mayhaps not dying in your sleep makes it good," he added on a bit quieter.

Finally, the smaller lord glanced over to Tyrion, well he wasn't either of the women Jojen saw around; he didn't recognise him. The Crannogman let out a soft sigh and then returned to nursing his coffee. "I'm not used to coffee, just tea. We didn't have it where I'm from." First day he tried it, he thought it had gone off.

[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]

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.

[tallasaking]

One corner of Tyrion's mouth quirked up, and he patted his friend's arm again. "Considering you are the only person warming my bed these days, certainly. You will be kicked out if I have a guest though."

[takingkarabusiness]

You're really adapting to the setting, huh? And I don't think you can force memes; part of their magic is that they just happen, you know?

[pneumo]

"Deal!" He will take it. He's not about to look a gift horse in the mouth when it comes to someone to sleep next to. "Do you get company a lot here?"

[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."

[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?

[tallasaking]

"On your particular ship? Not really. In my bed ... very rarely, unless Lily or Kitty need to talk." He quirks up one corner of his mouth. "Hence the open invitation, my oddly delightful friend."