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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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I have very ... optional conversation. [He paused before he frowned though.] Winn likes me. He wants me to go home with him. He just wants you all to himself which makes sense ... and considering how he talks about Jim? I can see why that would ruffle your feathers.

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[She nods as if optional conversation makes sense.]

He does? [She smiles a little, knowing it probably isn't the most comfortable thought for Winn to have Tyrion and Kurt there, but of course he would want them there for her sake and for their own. None of those are good worlds to be from.] He has a good heart. [One she wants to be worthy of.]

I want him all to myself sometimes. I mean, I don't. I want him to have all the friends and happiness and support. But I want to be first on his mind. [But when he's in danger it's Kara and when he wants to open up it's Jim. And she knows there's nothing wrong with that and it's probably a lot healthier but...it still stings a little.] Wait, what does he say about Jim?

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[Tyrion wobbleed to the right, and then to the left, as he leans against the door of the kitchen and looks up at her.] ... that didn't make any sense whatsoever.

[Another pause, before he huffed out a sound.] Oh, you know, he admires him, thinks the world of him, blah blah blah ...

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It didn't? I don't think I can say it again. It was a lot of words. [It felt like it took at least a week to say it the first time. Time is strange.]

Yeah, he's a big Jim fan. That surprises me. [What are they doing again? Oh, right, food. She opens a cabinet to look for food she has no real right to eat.]

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I must give you credit, my dear. You're speaking a lot more words than I am.

[He wobbled again, as he went to the food processor, to make himself a bowl of ... something. With protein, and flavoring.] See, everyone loves Jim. Except maybe you.

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That's the goal. Whoever says the most words wins.

I like Jim fine. [Which, no, isn't exactly love or adoring.] There should be chips. This is a sad time to have space food. [Like most times.]

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Well, then I am definitely going to win this battle.

[He snorted softly.] We could make chips ... I think we have root vegetables.

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That is way too much work. I'm tired just thinking about making chips.

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Then I suggest we make do with whatever we can find, my friend.

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Deal. [And so they do! Presumably! She can't stay too much longer, but she'll wait until she can catch a ride back to the Tourist instead of flying herself just in case. She may even make it to then without bringing up anything weird. Well, unless talking about how cool her hand looks when she wiggles her fingers is weird.]