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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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Thank you.

Pardon, but — might I ask your name?

No problem.

It's Jaye.

Jaye.

A pleasure to meet you, I'm sure.

Don't know why it wouldn't be.

[ There's a laugh from the other end of the line, not surprised so much as it is wry. (In part, she reminds him of Ros.) ]

Of course. Forgive me, I didn't mean to throw doubt upon the fact.

Nah, I'm sure I would. Strangers making friends with your daughter must be kind of nerve-wracking.

The nature of the ship is enough to put one on edge, [ he confesses. ] Though I can say that my only regret is that I had not been here for her from the beginning. But that, it would seem, is hardly the sort of thing that lies within our control.

Yeah, I hear that and I've only been here since the last jump. Kind of a creepy place -- we should remodel.

[ She's not going to touch the rest of that, mostly because she doesn't really know what to do with it. ]

[ Mildly: ] Would remodeling even be an option?

As long as we didn't break anything important, I don't see why not.

I suppose so. So, barring making a complete wreck and a lack of materials with which to do so, we have relatively free reign.

You could ask for curtains next.

Well, the passenger quarters are drab.

They really are. Someone needs to find the art supplies on this ship. I'd settle for a can of spray paint.

[ More idly than not (why not, after all): ] Is there any color you favor?

[ There's a slight hum. Favorite color...? ] Blue, probably.

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