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[ Though having spent quite a while laid up in the Med Bay in the aftermath of the fear gas, Littlefinger is well aware that there are other goings ons that seem to bode much worse for the passengers upon the ship.

Still, as a larger plan has yet to come into focus and as his own concerns are, for the moment, concentrated elsewhere, he gleans what he can from what information is publicly broadcasted and doesn't bother asking after those circumstances any further.

Instead: ]

To the Tranquility at large:

This may be my own ignorance coming into play, but would anyone know of a physical library upon the ship? My understanding is that there is much made accessible through the use of our communications devices, but I would vastly prefer the feel and weight of paper in my hand.

Secondly, I am in need of a few favors in regards to clothes available upon the ship, so if anyone could offer their help in that respect, I would be extremely grateful.

Lastly, I would inquire as to the presence (or absence) of a clear economy. This is but a trivial matter, but I have come to understand that the large majority of trade upon the vessel is done upon a basis of bartering and favours. In the event that I am mistaken, I served in a position managing the ins and outs of money in my former home and I would offer my meager talents wherever they might serve best.

Ever at your service,
Lord Petyr Baelish

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voice;

[jilt]

I find myself in possession of quite a few articles of men's clothes. Perhaps some of them would be to your taste.

voice;

[seem]

[ With barely-disguised amusement: ] Should I ask how you went about acquiring them? [ He doesn't bother waiting for an answer, simply continuing on. ] I am sure some might. However, I inquire on behalf of my daughter. The dress she wears is— [ a beat, and he seems to decide to forgo delicacy ] –still stained with her own blood. I would have her in something new, if possible.

voice;

[cloy]

[ WHAT IS WITH ALL THESE ASSHOLES WITH THEIR TREATISES OF TEXT EVERYWHERE? ]

Another tome, is it? Lovely. Anyone else feel good enough to give a girl a hand, like last time? This one at least knows how to return a favor.

voice;

[adlered]

[ THEY'RE DICKS, ROS. AND NOT THE KIND THAT PAY OR ANYTHING LIKE THAT. ]

He's asking if there's actual hard copies of books, a library of sorts, for clothes, and about there being an economy based on money as opposed to trade on this ship.

I'd say he likes the sound of his own voice, but since he did it all in text, that's not exactly accurate, is it?

voice;

[megamind]

He's talking about setting up an economy so we're not trading favors and underwear for things. He's also looking for clothes, and apparently, it's for his daughter from what he's said to another person.

He's apparently some sort of banker. "Lord Petyr Baelish" is what he signs it.

voice;

[aggressively]

[ how does bruce talk to people he cannot even.

...still, he's been scared and alone in a world where all the letters look like nonsense more than once. ]

I haven't poked around these communicators much yet myself, but if you'd like I can try to rig up a more advanced Speak And Spell for you.

voice;

[hisfinestact]

[ OH GOD YOU TOO? This is hell, right? He's in hell. ]

Trust you to go looking for the coin in this mess.

voice;

[seem]

[ LITTLEFINGER HAS NO IDEA WHAT YOU MEAN. LONG TIME NO SEE, PAL! ]

Well. Needs must, friend.

text;

[wiretap]

some passengers have access to books.
as provided by their lockers upon arrival.

text;

[seem]

So there is no consolidated source?

video;

[wont]

[ Dutiful daughter, +1. ]

Clothes, father?

video;

[seem]

I thought it might be for the best to find you a new dress, sweetling. I do not mean to slight your handiwork, but — [ his mouth twists as he offers up a slight shrug. ] — it couldn't hurt.

text;

[swagneto]

The only trade I've seen is the offer of knowledge so far, where information is given as the primary form of currency.

text;

[seem]

And so the wise man becomes the rich man. Fair enough.

voice.

[shoyu]

May I ask what exactly you plan to do regarding the, ah -- economy? It doesn't seem like there's any sort of common currency on this ship.

voice.

[seem]

Given that, if I am interpreting the responses correctly so far, there is a distinct lack, I'm afraid there's little that can be done. I meant only to try to help should there be an opportunity for it.

[ A beat, and then, as a means of furthering the conversation: ] A fellow spirit in enterprise? Or should I jot the inquiry down to simple curiosity?

file transfer;

[goingsilent]

[ Hi Petyr! Please find attached an electronic map with a selection of the nearest media libraries marked on it. As well as the notation No books :( at the bottom. Of course, it is totally possible you will have no idea what to do with a file transfer, in which case please picture Kasumi giggling to herself in an air vent somewhere because she's mostly just being intentionally irritating. ]

text;

[seem]

[ Following a few minutes of finagling with the communications device: ]

Pardon?

voice;

[tumbleweeds]

Jumpsuit's not good enough for you?

[ Not that she'd blame him if it isn't. She kind of hates it. ]

voice;

[seem]

I have no desire to find out. I had been managing well enough with the contents of my locker thus far, but unfortunately that luxury is now gone from me.

[megamind]

The ship is running in prison economics, friend.

I'm surprised we haven't started naming just how much someone's box of cigarettes or-- uh, specialized services are worth. [Megamind's used to it, though. He grew up not needing money, but needing power and favors, bartering what he could get in for what he needed elsewhere, until he got too big for the prison's game.]

[seem]

I imagine so as to keep any one person from gaining too much, [ Littlefinger offers. He doesn't seem particularly miffed one way or the other as to the lack of a solid economy; at the end of the day, after all, gold is just another favor. ]

I doubt any serious imbalance in wealth would bode well in a place like this.

Voice;

[pocketfulofsouls]

There's a library, but if you're looking for that old world smell and turning pages, you'll be sorely disappointed. The only real writing I've seen anywhere is on the walls, though I'd hardly recommend it: It lacks a certain... substance.

Voice;

[seem]

[ The idiom is one that doesn't have a strict equivalent in his world and as such it's one that Petyr doesn't completely understand, but the gist isn't too hard to catch. ]

And leaves the ship restless, if my eyes do not deceive me.

1/?

[teashop]

2/?

[teashop]

Video.

[fly_like_pie]

[B R E A K I N G T H E I C E.

Well, with a hairdryer. Melt ice, melt.]

As nice it would be to have actual books, the likeliness is... wasn't much. I tried for the same idea once.

Video.

[seem]

[ Whatever boils your broccoli, piemaker. ]

Ah. How unfortunate.

[ A beat. ]

I am glad to see you are well. I'm afraid the circumstances of our first meeting were - regrettable.

[text]

[yardbird]

[OH HEY, YOU. Murphy knows you! Or he knows about you, a la Alayne.]

If you find the library, I'd like to know, myself. Can't hurt to gather a little more info around here.






You're Alayne's father?

[text]

[seem]

The popular opinion seems to be that a physical one does not exist, though there is a repository of information available electronically (pardon if the usage of that word is incorrect; the ship's trappings are all somewhat new to me).

Do you know my daughter?

[text]

[doggedly]

favours in regards to clothes meaning: favours FOR clothes or favours OF clothes


large difference!

[text]

[seem]

Favours OF clothes. My apologies if it was unclear.

text

[aggressively]

I have a book if you'd like it. Self-help, so not the most exciting read, but I think I've gotten all I can out of it.

text

[seem]

I am sure the book will occupy my time as well as any of its other fellows.

Would you have anything in exchange?

[majestyofthethrone]

Lord of what?

[seem]

Former Master of Coin and Lord Protector of the Vale.

[ He leaves the other part of his title out for the moment, all too aware that these communications are not, as it were, private. ]

voice.

[therangerking]

There seems little need for coin in this place.

[ A beat, and because he's an eavesdropping eavesdropper-- ]

You have a daughter here?

voice.

[seem]

So I've come to understand.

[ Momentarily: ] I do. Not born upon the ship, of course.

text

[became]

Any moral objection to poetry?

text

[seem]

None whatsoever.

text;

[theshabbiestofmen]

I should imagine people can generally manage their own affairs. What sort of job did you have where you're from?

text;

[seem]

I was Master of Coin; in short, advisor to the king in matters of money and overseer of the travel of gold throughout the realm.

not here;

[fearcutsdeeperthanswords]

[But a certain no one is watching :c]