Mistletoe Mingle!

[passingthrough]

Who: Those who are about to be kissed! OTA
Broadcast: Not likely
Action: On any ship in the fleet including the Iskaulit
When: Now until December 26

Oh, kiss me beneath the milky twilight.
Lead me out on the moonlit floor.

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Comments

[abracafcku]

Oh snap a wife? Well shit, my dude, why didn't you say so?

[Wait- if he had a wife? Did that mean?]

Sooo, uh, if you're married, no more whorehouses I take it?

[Hopefully. Unless it's an open marriage deal.]

[tallasaking]

My apologies - I sort of assume everyone knows at this point. As I did make something of a public spectacle of myself over her.

[More than once. And a laugh follows.]

Absolutely not. My Sansa would flay me alive with her sewing needles.

[abracafcku]

I'm kinda shit at paying attention to other people's lives.

[He doesn't sound at all embarrassed about that admission - it's just a statement of fact.]

But good, good. No wonder you were just stuck here though - had to wait until she or someone who knew the loophole came around, huh?

[tallasaking]

Well that is something I find surprising, considering that we are on a floating piece of reality television.

[Tyrion's smirk is broad, but he nods his head.]

Precisely so.

[abracafcku]

It's not like I can tune in and watch myself, so it really shouldn't be all that surprising.

[And even if he could? He probably wouldn't. Reality shows are only interesting when it's watching people absolutely beef it or be backstabbing connivers like on Fantasy Survivor.]

Well, thank the gods good ol' Taako came along then. I'm truly the savior of your purity.

[He's grinning wide and gives Tyrion a bow with a sweep of his wizard's hat off his head.]

[tallasaking]

I wonder what we look like, on their screens. I have often wondered who is out there, looking at us while we look at them.

[Throwing the mirror back, so to speak. He had to admit he was curious.]

You truly are. How could I have survived without you?

[Tyrion smirks broadly.]

[abracafcku]

Probably a buncha people sitting in their underwear and pajamas bored out of their minds.

[Or no one at all, if the rumors are to be believed. Taako shrugs easily, then tosses his hair over his shoulder, plopping his hat back on his head.]

And obviously you didn't survive, seeing how you were the patron saint of the whorehouses, but no judgement, my man. We all gotta party while the party's good.

[Which is why? Taako sweeps to the side, letting Tyrion walk past him.]

But you better get outta here before these plants decide to trap you again. Taako's purity saving is limited to one a day.

[tallasaking]

And they think we're entertaining enough to keep them from being bored.

[Or there was no one at all. I did not, alas, but I am a very good patron saint. [Pause.] Was. I was.

[Tyrion nods once, before he tipped a chin up.]

I shall not impose on your fidelity any more.

[abracafcku]

[He grin and gives Tyrion a knowing wink.]

Feel free to impose on me anytime, handsome. I know you won't 'cause you're being good, but your company ain't so bad that I'll refuse a wine sesh every so often.

[Then he bows to Tyrion and decides to give him a show as he leaves. With a flourish, Taako Blinks and disappears from view, off to continue whatever he was up to before finding Tyrion.]