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To The Fleet

[Tyrion is looking a little ... frazzled today. He's as neat as always, but his expression sort of has the range of 'shit shit shit shit shit' on it. Still, he kept a very straight face and a pleasant tone as he speaks.] Just to let everyone know, Captain Furiosa appears to be ... missing. Altogether. I will be stepping up as First Mate with Captain duties until she returns.

[Please, please let her return soon. Tyrion was always leery of leadership positions. He preferred to be the voice behind the throne.]

So, any questions, problems, captain meetings that should be attended? Let me know.

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Private to SS First Breath

Well. All right. I'm in charge. So ... keep doing what you were doing before. all right?

[He smiled tightly.] And we'll just keep on as always until she returns. Good. Status, ah, reports?

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[passingthrough]

[She gives him a reassuring squeeze.] Can't cross those bridges until we get to them. [Not that it ever stops her from worrying about things out of her hands.]

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I think my problem is that we keep coming up to bridges. [Tyrion sighed, as he wrapped his arms around her and squeezed back just as tight.]

[passingthrough]

Yeah. I know what you mean.

Okay, what do you want to do then? Right now. Whatever you want to make you feel better about this bridge.

[tallasaking]

Right now ... I could do with a real glass of wine, honestly. Something that I could savor, all my own.

[passingthrough]

So, I don't have wine, but I did bring something...altering. I have no idea if it's the best or worst possible thing we could do, but it's probably one or the other.

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Is that so ... well. Let us give it a try, hm? If nothing else? [He smirked faintly.] You can laugh while I ramble.

[passingthrough]

I don't know if they have this where you're from? [She takes out a little bag of weed.] You can smoke it or eat it, but I think that's more complicated and involves baking things. I'm not really sure. But it's supposed to relax you. Or make you paranoid. I guess you kind of roll the dice there.

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[Both of his eyebrows rose as he looked at the green substance in the bag.] We ... don't really have anything like that, outside of moon tea, which helps dull pain. I suppose we could simply try it and see what happens, yes?

[passingthrough]

Yeah, sure. um, here? Or maybe we could be somewhere with less pointy things?

[tallasaking]

[He looks thoughtful, before he jerks his chin.] Come, let us go to my chambers.

[passingthrough]

Lead the way. Have you ever smoked anything before?

[tallasaking]

Absolutely nothing, to be honest. Our people are not people who ... smoke things.

[passingthrough]

Then I'll teach you. I smoked cigarettes constantly before I got here. Supply dwindled. At first I heard you couldn't get them, which turned out to be wrong, but I kind of got past it. [She's still working on that. The cravings are still there.] It's not a good habit. [But neither are a lot of things.]

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Well, I suppose I shall look to you for guidance, more or less. [He smirked faintly, before he nodded towards the door to his rooms. He opened it wide, letting her walk in first.]

[passingthrough]

[What a sweet and needless gesture for someone who phases. She steps inside and glances around to see how he keeps his space.] Thanks. [She also works a joint out of the bag of otherwise loose leafs and gets out her lighter.]

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[He was raised to be a lord of courtly manners, after all. No matter her abilities.

The space is neatly kept -- Tyrion quickly learned there were no valets here to keep his space neat. Books were in small stacks here and there, everything he could borrow or buy from the planets they had encountered. There were odd bits and bobs from the planets they had visited -- he had banners of all three factions hanging from his walls and trade items from all three. Yes, he changed his colors to match where he had gone.

Yes, he was utterly unashamed of that.

There was also a small greenhouse that he had built, portable, sitting on his small desk. There was a flower that looked rather like a rose growing within.

Tyrion himself dropped on the desk chair and offered her the cot to sit on.]

[passingthrough]

[She takes the seat.] Nice place. [Not that any room is all that big or lavish, but his is well kept and it's a thing to say, so she says it. Old habits from very long ago.] Looks like you're keeping the factions on their toes.

[She flicks the lighter, flame rushing out to meet the end of the paper causing it to burn and curl back as she draws breath through it. She doesn't want to get very affected if she can help it, but she figured it'd be best to start it off since he hasn't smoked. She's heard things about it, but she's not entirely sure what to expect from pot herself. It's her first time. She hands it to Tyrion carefully.] Make sure you don't put your lips on the burning end. [She smiles lightly.] Breath it in and then take an extra breath to make sure it goes down. You need to get it into your lungs to work.

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[He looks over at her, gives her one of his lopsided smiles, before he nodded up at the three different symbols.] Did you know that it is almost unforgivably easy to convince three different sides that you prefer them to the other two?

[He eyed the small wrapped bundle in Kitty's hand, sighed, and then leaned over to take it from her. He copied her movements, breathing in deeply, before he coughed, sucking in the smoke once, then twice.] Aaah, is it supposed to burn?

[passingthrough]

I got mistaken for spirit often enough, but I've never been very good at being anything but me. [She doesn't mean it as a sleight against Tyrion or anyone who could have played the system well. She just knows she would have gotten annoyed while trying and probably ended up making a scene and giving a lecture. She really didn't like those factions.]

Oh. Guess I should have mentioned that part. [It did feel a little different to her, but not so much she even thought much about it. She's been smoking cigarettes for years.] That's good though. It means you got it in. Gets easier.

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Well you are very much flesh now. [He gave her a bright smile, before he tipped his head slightly to the side. He felt a little dizzy, tipping his head this way and that, as he coughed.] Oh good, I would hate to think I had done this all round.

[He took another suck in, and took in another breath. This time he felt the smoke settle in his lungs. He hummed, before handing it back.]

[passingthrough]

[She takes a very light puff after he hands it back before she's turning it back to him. She's not sure how much she really wants to experience it especially when Winn isn't. She doesn't want to go back home to him too out of it. She can feel the beginnings of something though. A relaxing sort of haze.]

Nope, burning is just part of the fun. How's it feel?

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[He sighs out deeply, breathing in another puff of smoke, before he sucked in once more. Then he looked up at her, feeling the smoke settle in his chest.]

Like my head is becoming as light as a feather. Is that a natural side of this cigarette?

[passingthrough]

Sounds about right. I've never had this kind. It's called a joint I think. It should be relaxing though.

[tallasaking]

I feel ... fairly relaxed. For me. [He breathed in tightly.]

[passingthrough]

The truth comes out. Tyrion Lannister is wound too tight. [She giggles. Where did giggles come from?]