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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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[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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