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*He blushes.* Ragnar: Sorry... it's just something I do when laying down. *He stops playing with it, then sits up.*
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*Kuntel stretches out in the Captain's Chair on the Tornado.* *** *Ragnar is playing with a knife.*
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Tyrion: Thank you! *He winks and disappears, the download completing.*
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*Ragnar relaxes, and may or may not start playing around with something.*
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Tyrion: Indeed. *He nods, even though the image is of a small, flying orb.* *** *Ragnar doesn't care about Ellvat's chest either. In fact, he leans up and kisses them both.*
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Ragnar: It was my first time! I can't believe that went so well! *He smiles happily, nestling into their laps.* *** *Kuntel is asleep in the cockpit.* *** Tyrion: Ragnar. He recently arrived on the ship. Is lodged with a Miss Ellvat.
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*Ragnar walks out, shirtless, and dripping a little. He collapses on the couch, laying across their laps.* Ragnar: That was wow.
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Tyrion: Seeming as my master is accepted aboard the ship, I would think we have authorization! *He seems offended.*
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*Tyrion appears... as Peter Dinklage.* Tyrion: What are you doing?
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Tyrion: Bathroom. Taking shower. *He's focusing on tracking down what stopped his download.*
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*Tyrion stops and looks at it.* Tyrion: What? *He immediately pursues it along the systems.*
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*He stumbles over there and grabs a glass of water, draining it. And gets another, draining it.* Ragnar: Wow.... that... Tyrion: Sir, I would advise a shower. Ragner: Good idea. *He walks to the bathroom.*
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Tyrion: Why thank you! *Ragnar stumbles out of the bedroom, wearing his pants, and looks around.* Ragnar: Ty... where's the fridge?
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Tyrion: Should be a few more minutes... for my download to complete. *He starts floating around happily, implying that he succeeded.*
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Tyrion: By my estimations, half way done. *Something flashes.* Tyrion: Three quarters.
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Tyrion: Trying to get an interface program up. I really don't want to sit through mindless television to get important information we can get through the ship.
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*Kuntel is sleeping in the Captain's Chair of the Tornado.*
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Tyrion: Alright. *He reworks the programming.* *** *TRIBBLE still keeps trying to crawl over Krystal.*
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Tyrion: Thank the Maker. *He floats over to the nearest console and starts making a Ghost-to-Ship interfacing system.*
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Tyrion: Hopefully. I could use the quiet to try and interface with the ship. *** *TRIBBLE reaches toward his mother, making happy baby noises.*
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Tyrion: Currently, I think my master is done with his own... business, and is dealing with theirs. From the thermals. *** *TRIBBLE claps his hands.*
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Tyrion: They'll pass out from exhaustion or dehydration. Or pleasure overload.
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*A slow groaning starts up again.* Tyrion: Knew it was too good to be true.
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Tyrion: Totally. *The sounds from the other room have stopped.*
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*TRIBBLE starts trying to crawl over his mother.* *** Tyrion: Welp... *He tries to connect and gets ousted.* Tyrion: That... was worth the try? Maybe.
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Tyrion: Hmm... I wonder if we can just connect to the ship and download all this. *He stops floating and drops onto the couch.*
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*TRIBBLE clings to her happily, looking up at her as if she was a goddess.*
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Tyrion: Well, that is a coincidence.
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Tyrion: Really? I coulda sworn that it wouldn't work. All the differences in system, right? *He switches it to the Discovery channel.* *** *TRIBBLE burps happily.*
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Tyrion: True. Though, I try to stick with them, it makes humanoids more likely not to melt me down for bullets. *He floats around, trying to find a way to change the channel.*