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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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[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?

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[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.]

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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.]