Tyrion Lannister

This is Tyrion Lannister's ... device. Leave a message. Or send a raven. Or think very hard and perhaps I'll suddenly realize that you want me. It makes as much sense as this cursed thing.

Beep.

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Regular office hours found Tyrion propped behind his desk, leafing through a history book he'd picked up in Boston. The idea of a democratic revolution sounded .... messy. Not horrible; just messy.

[OOC: Open office post!]

Tyrion hadn't made it to his office the day before; he had been unavoidably detained.

... or else trying to avoid paperwork. Either way, the office had been there and he had not, and now they were reunited again -- complete with paperwork.

Tyrion had just settled in when a raven popped in at the window and deposited a note, which Tyrion read with a furrowed brow.

Apparently his dear brother planned to make a visit.

He was (almost) always happy to see Jaime, but given the situation with Daenerys? This could make for an especially interesting weekend.


[OOC: Open office!]

Tyrion spent his office hours reading over the essays he'd made the students write the day before.

Many of them shared his opinion that, if he was going to be a killer, his aim should be better. Tyrion was both pleased and disturbed by this. There needed to be a new word for that emotion. Pleturbed, maybe.

The weekend had still been horrible. But Tyrion had gotten drunk the night before; the resulting headache went a long way toward giving him fresh pain to focus on.

[OOC: Open office post!]

Tyrion started his day in his office with a visit from Columbus, who helped set up that ... noisy box-thing that he called a computer.

Books still seemed far simpler. Quieter, lighter to travel with, and you didn't need to anchor them to the wall with a cord.

Still, once Tyrion had the gist of it, the computer wasn't hard. You just pressed certain keys and it did what you told it to. By the end of the hour, he had a reasonable grasp of what an Internet was and an invitation from Columbus to join him in something called World of Warcraft -- a game, no actual swords or shields involved.

That, though, would be for later. Now was for research. Browser still directed at Wikipedia, he started down the list of things people had mentioned in class that he didn't yet know about: Pope. Vampire. Gotham City. Latvian. Russian. It would be hard, slow work, learning a whole world piecemeal, but Tyrion was determined.

.. and only slightly distracted by the artwork on the vampire entry.

[OOC: The fierce shotbillmurray modded with permission. Open office hours, and he still needs an assistant. SP is fine.]