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Who: Tyrion Lannister
Broadcast: Public
Action: The Marvisa
When: Right about now.

[Welcome to a view on the Marvisa, ladies and gentlemen, and welcome back your friendly neighborhood Tyrion Lannister who sits up blearily to stare into the camera with sleepy mis-matched eyes of green and black. He blinks a few times, runs a hand through his too thick golden curls, then peers at his surroundings. A sigh escapes his lips.]

... so either I have over imbibed or the Lords of Atroma have seen fit to kick me out and then kick me back in again. Lovely.

[He cracks his neck to the left, to the right, and strokes his beard.]

Since I am stuck on this ship for the next few days -- hello friends. What have I missed and what terrible trouble are we in now?

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Glad to have you back.

[It's only her own experience that kept her from worrying more - but had he been gone longer she would have started tearing ships apart.] Did you enjoy your little vacation?

Is that what we call it?

[Tyrion made a face, as he stretched his arms above his head, feeling the crinks and crackles of his mal-shaped bones and joints.\

I would have preferred more wine then.

Well, fortunately for you you showed back up when we were stationed at a particularly busy system; I'm sure we can find wine somewhere down there.

My treat?

[Sort of a 'Hey lets hang out and catch up']

Have I mentioned today that clearly you are some sort of Goddess, sent from the Seven to help a poor, sober dwarf? You are, by the by.

[That is a resounding 'YES. LET US WINE.']

Where are you?

First time today. I'll start the tally.

I'm on the Starstruck right now, I take it by your surroundings you're still on the Marsiva?

Good. Second time, you are a Goddess.

[Sigh, as he looks around.]

Yes. I will be transferred shortly then hopefully transferred to the First Breath.

Are you expecting a drink for every time you call me that?

And - don't be too surprised if you don't end up on the Firsth Breath. [That's how she ended up not your Captain anymore.]

Yes. Yes I do.

[See, still the same Tyrion.]

Drat, I was afraid of that. Well at least I can transfer back.

I'll do my best.

[Good, glad he's back.]

How is it, the First Breath? At least, when you left? [Maybe she could have tried harder to transfer back, but she trusted Tyrion, and when she landed on the Starstruck with Max ... she felt the FB was in good enough hands.]

Bless, you are still a Goddess.

[Keep count, that's three.]

The last I checked, perfectly calm. I have kept explosions to a minimum. Now ... I am not entirely sure. We have a new captain? I suppose I will see what he is made of, soon enough.

Keep me updated. If anyone needs some knocking around ... [Just in case.]

Might as well relax until you get to the fleet. Let me know when you're free.

[[ooc; time skip?]

[Thus, Furiosa is pinged after Tyrion gets all his 'things' set up again as he likes. The bots cleaned it far, far too much for his liking and the view she sees is him piling papers and books into separate piles.]

I am free! Will you now feed me wine?

[Furiosa answers with a video feed of three bottles selected from the local system.]

I'm prepared. Get your ass over here and we'll get started.

[Given recent news she might be joining you in this endavor this time.]

...You remain a goddess.

[He states simply, before heading off to get himself a shuttle and off to partake of delicious vintages.]

[She'll be set up in her quarters, with some food, the bottles, and two glasses. There's also the addition of a second green plant to the one she normally keeps with her, and while overall she looks like she hasn't been catching a normal amount of sleep, she's happy to see Tyrion when he finally arrives.]

Good to see you in the flesh.

[He goes over to her, and does something that they have never done before. Still, it seems appropriate, all things considered.

Arms out wide, he offers her a hug. She will have to kneel for it, unless there's a table he can climb on. Either way the offer is there.]

Good to be seen. And with all my flesh, no less.

[She gets the meaning of his gesture easily enough, and there is some hesitance, but she trusts Tyrion - and given the situation she trusts him most now of anyone else in the fleet. She steps away from the wine for a moment and kneels down to return the embrace, and before pulling back she touches her forehead to his and rests her right hand briefly at the nape of his neck. From Furiosa, it's about the highest regard you can get. She settles back on her heels.]

I'd be worried if you were missing anything.

Anything else, you mean.

[It's not apparent in his flippant remark, or smile, but the warmth in his mis-matched gaze was obvious. The fact that she trusted him enough to hug him at all, said a great deal about their friendship. That she gave him that gesture - with the forehead and the touching ... well.]

I am still without most of a nose, alas.

[Their friendship certainly had an interesting start and gradual progression, but from where she stood now it was a solid trust.]

In response to his comment, Furiosa lifts her prosthetic arm and gives him a little wave with it.]

I thought that went without saying.

[She stands and grabs one of the bottles of wine and a couple battered tin cups she'd confiscated from the galley.] Shall we? I think I owe you ... four, five glasses worth?

[It really was like most of Tyrion's friendships. Mutual distrust, turned into trust, turned into life-long friendship. Few people broke that particular mould.]

Fair enough! [He smirked at the arm he helped create, then went to find a place to sit.]

Five at least. I'll call you a goddess a few more times if I get thirsty again. [Completely straight-faced.]

Why don't I just give you this right now.

[She uncorks a bottle, pours him a cup, and hands then both over. She'll just open another for herself. What she's handed him is a dry red.]

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