Welcome Picnic, Saturday, 8/27
Tyrion couldn't tell what to make of Fandom at first. The conversations he could eavesdrop on were over his head figuratively as well as literally, the clothing was odd -- skirts too short, trousers too fitted -- and it seemed as though many people in the crowd spent an inordinate amount of time talking into or tapping at small tablets.
It was fascinating. (Especially the skirts.) He took a place with his back against a tree, watching for this 'Columbus Ohio.' Not a Westeros name, but that was as much as he knew.
Columbus
And Columbus, for his part, was looking for his new "Buddy". He shuffled along trying to interact with new people but for the most part failing after the initial wave of hello.
Luckily he had a large name tag that read "Hello My Name Is: Columbus Ohio".
"Anyone here named Tyrion Lannister?"
And if all else failed he'd just call out his buddy's name.
Tyrion Lannister
Tyrion wasn't sure if he'd met anyone before who had positively no idea what to expect; he took a moment to savor the experience before pushing himself away from the tree and toward Columbus.
"That would be me," he said, glancing up to read the nametag. "And I see you're Columbus."
Columbus
A brief moment of surprise crossed Columbus's face as he looked down at... a little person? Dwarf? Midget? What was the politically correct term he should use?
Columbus then realized he was probably just being rude at thinking what he should classify Tyrion and should just interact with him.
"Hi! Yes. That would be me," he said holding out his hand for a handshake. "And for clarification that's just my name, I'm not a living embodiment of the city. Welcome to Fandom!"
Tyrion Lannister
"A pleasure to be here, Columbus," Tyrion said, taking the hand after a beat. He'd noticed Columbus's surprise, but he wasn't going to call attention to it just yet.
"You lost me a bit with the 'living embodiment of a city', but I'm sure I'll catch up eventually."
Columbus
"Oh!," Columbus said in mild surprise. "That's a-that's a city where I'm from. Previously. I'm guessing you're not from... this... planet? Reality?"
Way to make that clear to the newbie, Columbus.
Tyrion Lannister
Clear as old mud, that one was.
"I'm from Casterly Rock, in the Westerlands," Tyrion said, mild irritation prickling into his voice. "I crossed the sea to get here. Why are you named after a city?"
Columbus
"That's a- That's a long explanation really," Columbus said with a frown. "Where I'm from most the world has been destroyed so old identities don't matter that much. I'm Columbus because that's where I'm from and it works for me and those I hung out with. Of course this island is different because it's a nexus or crossing point of different realities. So while you may have come from the Westerlands in a different time period, this island is connected to what we call the United States in the year 2011."
...
"Which might not mean anything to you since you're not from here or use the same calendar."
Tyrion Lannister
"... not in particular," Tyrion said, mind running frantically as he tried to assimilate the information. "That is, it's almost two thousand years off, so I suspect I'll never know if it's a different 'planet' or 'reality' or anything you want to call it. So the important questions are: is it dangerous, and where could a man find a drink?"
Priorities. Tyrion would have asked about a whorehouse, too, but he wasn't sure Columbus was the type.
Columbus
"Well there are two bars in town," Columbus said pointing in their general direction. "There's one called Caritas that has zombies and singing. I... don't generally go there. There other one is called the Devil's Nest. It doesn't have zombies."
Columbus doesn't generally go to the Devil's Nest either but he wasn't going to go into that.
"As for dangerous?" Columbus paused for a moment as if to mull that over. "Yes. But not on an everyday basis. There are strange and bizarre things that could happen every day but the dangerous portion of the island only happens every couple of months. However if you plan well you can easily protect yourself."
Tyrion Lannister
Tyrion spent half a second pondering if this could all be some kind of hoax before he decided it wasn't. Ridiculous stories weren't his father's style -- and besides, Tywin had been more than happy to see Tyrion off for a bit -- and no one else would go to the trouble.
"I'll hire a sellsword when the time comes," he promised. "I think the rest of it may go down better if I wash it down with some wine. We seem to be safe today, and the fest is impressive. Who is lord here?"
Columbus
"You mean of the school or the island?" Columbus asked as a brief expression of puzzlement crossed his face. "Our principal is Zoe Washburn who is presumably over there. Our mayor runs the local gun shop in town."
Tyrion Lannister
A woman and a shopkeep? That made no sense, and Tyrion looked puzzled.
"No, whoever is in charge here," he said, with an exaggerated slowness. "Whoever owns the land. I'd like to pay my respects."
Columbus
Columbus frowned a little at that. "I think you should start off with Principal Washburn," he said finally after trying to find the best way to phrase it. "She's the person I work for here. You will too."
Tyrion Lannister
"I could likely buy the school twice over before anyone noticed the expense," Tyrion said casually. "I took this job for the experience, not for the coin. But" -- and here he smiled -- "I'll get to know your Principal Washburn, all the same."
Perhaps she wouldn't be useless.
Columbus
Columbus couldn't help but smile back. "I'm sure she'll enjoy that," he replied. "If you have any other questions about the island, feel free to stop by my office. I might also check in on you to see how you're settling in."
Tyrion Lannister
Tyrion nodded his understanding. "Our offices are in the castle, aren't they?" he asked, glancing toward it wistfully as the one thing that looked reasonably familiar. "I'm sure I'll be there quite a bit."
When he wasn't at the bar, or the bookstore, or the brothel, anyhow.
Columbus
"Yep," Columbus said looking over his shoulder. "Pretty nice too. Great bandwidth. Multi-dimensional internet access... which may not mean anything to you yet. Sorry."
Tyrion Lannister
"Not in the least," Tyrion said, affably. "Should it?"
Once he figured it out, he'd probably never get offline.
Columbus
"I highly recommend you do," Columbus said with a grin. "It's the best way to learn about... well everything."
Tyrion Lannister
"I see." Tyrion mulled pressing Columbus for far more information about this 'bandwidth' thing -- he was always interested in new ways to keep his mind sharp -- but there were other people to meet, and it sounded as if they'd have time to talk in the future. "Could you come by my office in the next few days and show me how to set it up? If that isn't too much of a favor."
Columbus
"I'd be happy too," Columbus said with a nod. "Actually that's what I'm here to do as your 'buddy' here at Fandom High. And no, that's not something I came up with."
Tyrion Lannister
"Good man. I already thought better of you than coming up with that name," Tyrion promised. "Anyhow, I'll see you then, and until then I'll try not to fall into any large holes or get eaten by wolves."
He did not sound blisteringly concerned by either of those possibilities.
Columbus
"I think most of the wolves around here are not that big of a danger," Columbus said in an off-hand manner. "Right now I'd just keep an eye out for gremlins."
Or maybe a grumkin. Maybe a snark or two.
Tyrion Lannister
"Of course," Tyrion said, making the mistake of thinking Columbus was about as serious about that nonsense name as he'd been about falling into a hole.
He would learn.
[OOC: Preplayed with shotbill Murray]
It was fascinating. (Especially the skirts.) He took a place with his back against a tree, watching for this 'Columbus Ohio.' Not a Westeros name, but that was as much as he knew.
Columbus
And Columbus, for his part, was looking for his new "Buddy". He shuffled along trying to interact with new people but for the most part failing after the initial wave of hello.
Luckily he had a large name tag that read "Hello My Name Is: Columbus Ohio".
"Anyone here named Tyrion Lannister?"
And if all else failed he'd just call out his buddy's name.
Tyrion Lannister
Tyrion wasn't sure if he'd met anyone before who had positively no idea what to expect; he took a moment to savor the experience before pushing himself away from the tree and toward Columbus.
"That would be me," he said, glancing up to read the nametag. "And I see you're Columbus."
Columbus
A brief moment of surprise crossed Columbus's face as he looked down at... a little person? Dwarf? Midget? What was the politically correct term he should use?
Columbus then realized he was probably just being rude at thinking what he should classify Tyrion and should just interact with him.
"Hi! Yes. That would be me," he said holding out his hand for a handshake. "And for clarification that's just my name, I'm not a living embodiment of the city. Welcome to Fandom!"
Tyrion Lannister
"A pleasure to be here, Columbus," Tyrion said, taking the hand after a beat. He'd noticed Columbus's surprise, but he wasn't going to call attention to it just yet.
"You lost me a bit with the 'living embodiment of a city', but I'm sure I'll catch up eventually."
Columbus
"Oh!," Columbus said in mild surprise. "That's a-that's a city where I'm from. Previously. I'm guessing you're not from... this... planet? Reality?"
Way to make that clear to the newbie, Columbus.
Tyrion Lannister
Clear as old mud, that one was.
"I'm from Casterly Rock, in the Westerlands," Tyrion said, mild irritation prickling into his voice. "I crossed the sea to get here. Why are you named after a city?"
Columbus
"That's a- That's a long explanation really," Columbus said with a frown. "Where I'm from most the world has been destroyed so old identities don't matter that much. I'm Columbus because that's where I'm from and it works for me and those I hung out with. Of course this island is different because it's a nexus or crossing point of different realities. So while you may have come from the Westerlands in a different time period, this island is connected to what we call the United States in the year 2011."
...
"Which might not mean anything to you since you're not from here or use the same calendar."
Tyrion Lannister
"... not in particular," Tyrion said, mind running frantically as he tried to assimilate the information. "That is, it's almost two thousand years off, so I suspect I'll never know if it's a different 'planet' or 'reality' or anything you want to call it. So the important questions are: is it dangerous, and where could a man find a drink?"
Priorities. Tyrion would have asked about a whorehouse, too, but he wasn't sure Columbus was the type.
Columbus
"Well there are two bars in town," Columbus said pointing in their general direction. "There's one called Caritas that has zombies and singing. I... don't generally go there. There other one is called the Devil's Nest. It doesn't have zombies."
Columbus doesn't generally go to the Devil's Nest either but he wasn't going to go into that.
"As for dangerous?" Columbus paused for a moment as if to mull that over. "Yes. But not on an everyday basis. There are strange and bizarre things that could happen every day but the dangerous portion of the island only happens every couple of months. However if you plan well you can easily protect yourself."
Tyrion Lannister
Tyrion spent half a second pondering if this could all be some kind of hoax before he decided it wasn't. Ridiculous stories weren't his father's style -- and besides, Tywin had been more than happy to see Tyrion off for a bit -- and no one else would go to the trouble.
"I'll hire a sellsword when the time comes," he promised. "I think the rest of it may go down better if I wash it down with some wine. We seem to be safe today, and the fest is impressive. Who is lord here?"
Columbus
"You mean of the school or the island?" Columbus asked as a brief expression of puzzlement crossed his face. "Our principal is Zoe Washburn who is presumably over there. Our mayor runs the local gun shop in town."
Tyrion Lannister
A woman and a shopkeep? That made no sense, and Tyrion looked puzzled.
"No, whoever is in charge here," he said, with an exaggerated slowness. "Whoever owns the land. I'd like to pay my respects."
Columbus
Columbus frowned a little at that. "I think you should start off with Principal Washburn," he said finally after trying to find the best way to phrase it. "She's the person I work for here. You will too."
Tyrion Lannister
"I could likely buy the school twice over before anyone noticed the expense," Tyrion said casually. "I took this job for the experience, not for the coin. But" -- and here he smiled -- "I'll get to know your Principal Washburn, all the same."
Perhaps she wouldn't be useless.
Columbus
Columbus couldn't help but smile back. "I'm sure she'll enjoy that," he replied. "If you have any other questions about the island, feel free to stop by my office. I might also check in on you to see how you're settling in."
Tyrion Lannister
Tyrion nodded his understanding. "Our offices are in the castle, aren't they?" he asked, glancing toward it wistfully as the one thing that looked reasonably familiar. "I'm sure I'll be there quite a bit."
When he wasn't at the bar, or the bookstore, or the brothel, anyhow.
Columbus
"Yep," Columbus said looking over his shoulder. "Pretty nice too. Great bandwidth. Multi-dimensional internet access... which may not mean anything to you yet. Sorry."
Tyrion Lannister
"Not in the least," Tyrion said, affably. "Should it?"
Once he figured it out, he'd probably never get offline.
Columbus
"I highly recommend you do," Columbus said with a grin. "It's the best way to learn about... well everything."
Tyrion Lannister
"I see." Tyrion mulled pressing Columbus for far more information about this 'bandwidth' thing -- he was always interested in new ways to keep his mind sharp -- but there were other people to meet, and it sounded as if they'd have time to talk in the future. "Could you come by my office in the next few days and show me how to set it up? If that isn't too much of a favor."
Columbus
"I'd be happy too," Columbus said with a nod. "Actually that's what I'm here to do as your 'buddy' here at Fandom High. And no, that's not something I came up with."
Tyrion Lannister
"Good man. I already thought better of you than coming up with that name," Tyrion promised. "Anyhow, I'll see you then, and until then I'll try not to fall into any large holes or get eaten by wolves."
He did not sound blisteringly concerned by either of those possibilities.
Columbus
"I think most of the wolves around here are not that big of a danger," Columbus said in an off-hand manner. "Right now I'd just keep an eye out for gremlins."
Or maybe a grumkin. Maybe a snark or two.
Tyrion Lannister
"Of course," Tyrion said, making the mistake of thinking Columbus was about as serious about that nonsense name as he'd been about falling into a hole.
He would learn.
[OOC: Preplayed with shotbill Murray]