[Open Broadcast]

[tallasaking]

Who: Tyrion Lannister
Broadcast: Video, all ships at space
Action: Aboard the First Breath
When: Todayish

[Tyrion's turned on the camera and is rubbing his face furiously. He looks ... tired. More healthy, but tired. The smile he grants everyone is still, very tired. Yet it is there, and when he speaks it's with the same drawl that Tyrion is known for.]

Here we are, in a three planet system where apparently, everything is fine.

[One. Eyebrow. Raises.]

I am taking even bets on how long it lasts.

[A wry smile.]

In any case, I plan on doing a fair bit of trade here, so anyone who has things they wish to sell but think they will be duped? Let me know. I can haggle for you, for a low, low price of one credit per transaction. Because who does not love shoving responsibility onto someone else, eh?

Comments

[tallasaking]

I make a lot of gold whereever I go, Sansa. It is the benefit of having a quick tongue and a face that people can trust.

[He waggles his eyebrows at her. People trusting a Lannister? Is hilarious.]

[theladyofwinterfell]

Yes, a very trustworthy face. I often trust it.

( Sansa gives him an amused look, brow arching a bit. )

Will you meet me planetside for shopping?

[tallasaking]

Well ... you have some moments of strange humors, I must know.

[He smirked warmly.]

I will in fact, happily, go shopping with you.

[theladyofwinterfell]

How long will you need to be ready, Lord Tyrion?

[tallasaking]

I would say an hour. I need to make myself presentable.

[He smirked.]

You would not ask a rose to bloom before it's time, would you?

[theladyofwinterfell]

Hardly, though I will have to mark this day in history as the day that Tyrion Lannister called himself a rose.

Are you a Tyrell now?

[tallasaking]

I was considered an official change over, considering just how gorgeous I am.

[theladyofwinterfell]

I could not imagine you as anything but a Lannister, my lord. You bring honor to the name, though.