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Sep 9 2017, 09:17 AM
So far things were going OK for Tyrion in Storybrooke, considering he'd never meant to end up here in the first place. He had finally gotten a small one bedroom home for himself with Regina's help, now he wasn't tripping over other people at the Inn any more and had more privacy which he relished. He was getting a bit tired of people asking if he was a dwarf, and in some ways it was nice not being ridiculed for his size, for his shortfalls, especially by his family. However, apparently most people around here saw short men and thought dwarfs. While it was true they called his condition dwarfism, problem was as far as he knew he was entirely human. Not to mention from what he'd read dwarves weren't born any way but hatched or some nonsense. If Tyrion had been hatched he certainly then couldn't have been blamed for killing his mother during his birth, granted that didn't stop people in his realm from wondering if his mother had cheated on her husband with a dwarf. Which Tyrion was fairly confident hadn't happened.

Today he had the morning off, so he decided to walk around town a bit, he vaguely recalled once reading a book on magic that involved portals to other worlds, though he was quite young at the time, and he really hadn't put much stock in it. It was a rather old book, talking about rather old magic and such, and he had written it off as fairy tales or legends. Well, apparently he should have paid more attention to those books, since he now found himself sucked through one and in a strange town with strange technology. The thing about Tyrion though, where he lacked in height and strength, he more than made up for in wit and intelligence, so upon finding himself in a strange world with strange things, he didn't skip a beat and dove head first into learning as much as he could.

He had been spending more and more of his spare time in the library late, finding any books he could on the realm he was in as well as magic and realms in general. Though much of the magic was a bit confusing to him, he felt at least a bit more informed. Eventually he grew hungry and tired of sitting amongst all the books so he decided to head to Granny's diner, he checked out two of the books to bring with him so he could read them over lunch. Once he entered the diner he found an empty booth and went over to sit. Gave the waitress his order and asked if he could have wine with it, fortunately Granny's served all sorts, even if wine and beer wasn't the most commonly drank here, she had some around for those that were used to coming from realms where wine and ale were the more common beverages to have with meals.

As he waited for his food, he sipped at his wine and browsed through one of the books he had checked out. So far he'd met a few people from his realm that he had known or heard of. Of course the only person he had actually met had been Yennefer, but he knew of her friend Geralt through her stories and he knew of the Mother of Dragons Daenerys Targaryen from the reports of her activities in one of the nearby kingdoms to Westeros. Rumour was she had been working on building an army to eventually take back Westeros, the kingdom that had once been ruled by her father the Mad King, but at the time Tyrion was sucked through a portal, she had yet to cross the sea that separated the kingdoms. He just hoped Sansa was all right, he wasn't sure what they would do to her if he wasn't set to marry her any more, even if he hadn't wanted to marry her, but at least she would have been safe that way. He tried to clear his mind and focus on the reading, as he casually worked on his glass of wine and waited for his food.

Maria Posada
Sep 7 2017, 04:03 PM
Tyrion had been surviving in this town for nearly half a year now, in some ways it was fun learning about all the new things another realm had, new technologies, knowledge he'd never dreamt of learning and things he'd never imagined would be possible. The plumbing was a lot cleaner and more sophisticated than what he was used to, and he was positively enamoured with the idea of electricity, even if computers still confused him a bit. He was doing decent making a life for himself while he was stuck in Storybrooke, sometimes he felt like he flourished even more in a land where his height wasn't seen as a disease of some sort by his family, where his father and sister weren't constantly putting him down, and where he hadn't had to marry a woman he didn't love all because his father had commanded it. He just hoped that things had turned out all right for poor Sansa.

Until he could get back to his own realm he was trying to make the best of things, he even had a job doing something he knew how to do, manage money. Regina was a firm boss, bit strict at times, but she listened to Tyrion and gave him respect, things he hadn't often got back in Westeros around his family. He didn't have as much money in Storybrooke as he was used to, as the Lannisters had always been quite well off, but he made enough to live in a comfortable little house and have comfortable things and drink wine as much as he pleased, what more could a man want, except maybe brothels, but there were none in this town.

It was a nice day, autumn so things were getting cooler at night, but still reasonably warm during the day. He decided to go for a walk in the woods, he a bottle of wine, a glass and a small dagger into a bag, not that he was that good with a dagger but in the off chance he ran into a zombie again he wanted something pointy to be able to stab at it with. After a bit of walking, he came across an old well and looked down inside of it. It was deep, old. He dropped a quarter and counted how many seconds until he heard the kerplunk to tell how far down it went. Clearly there was still water in it.

He turned and sat down by the well, took out the bottle of wine, and instead of pouring a glass, he chose to just drink directly out of the bottle, while he relaxed with his back against the stones of the well.

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<p>The progress since Robert had won himself the throne of Westeros and then married Tyrion's sister had indeed been an uphill battle. The seven territories and other lords had to be sorted out, not everyone had sided with Robert in the rebellion and that proved to be a problem in the aftermath. On top of that the kingdom had already been in sorry shape before the rebellion had even begun thanks to the mad king. Add on top of that the problems the rebellion caused, there was a lot of rebuilding to do, and it would cost a lot of gold to do it. That was really why Robert agreed to take Cersei Lannister, Tyrion's sister, as a wife, they needed Lannister gold, richest of the seven lords of Westeros.

<p>Robert decided to bring in some outside help, some sorcerer supposedly well-known in some of the other kingdoms of Fantasyland, not that Tyrion had ever put much stock in magic. Then again he didn't exactly overlook or dismiss it either, but he didn't see the point in obsessing over things he had no control over, he couldn't do magic what was the point. As the Targeryions that ruled before Robert, were rumoured to have dragon blood, that they could even talk to and control dragons, Robert wanted to make sure his rule was secure, that his throne was safe.

<p>So far Tyrion didn't have anything special to think of this Yennefer of Vengerberg, she was from quite a distance from Westeros, in lands and kingdoms that Tyrion had only read about in books. Though he imagined being able to use magic to travel around did make exploring the world faster and easier, something he did envy the sorceress a little bit. He imagined his general attitude towards brothels, wine and sex made her a bit put off by him, and that didn't bother him, he was used to people not liking him for one reason or another, at least with her it wasn't anything to do with his lack in height.

<p>Today he was taking lunch out in the palace gardens, he had a large pitcher of wine and a full to the brim glass in front of him, as well as books piled over here and there, and various parchments. For all Tyrion's facade of brothels wine and sex, deep down he valued knowledge and learning and ate it up hungrily. He always had his nose in some book or scrolls, knowledge was power after all. <i>As he sat there he thought back over the last couple of years since the rebellion ended, had it all really been worth it, had overthrowing the mad king been the right thing. At least now he was away from his home at Casterly Rock, away from his father. Not that he was needed at Kings Landing, but he kept busy. Cersei didn't want him there but he got along with his brother Jamie well enough who had joined the Kings Guard. That had certainly pissed off father, since the Kings Guard had to give up the idea of ever marrying or owning lands, and Jamie after all was the heir to Casterly Rock, since their father would never let it pass on to Tyrion. He was tired of being overlooked by his father, but he didn't imagine it would ever change, since he would always be blamed for his mother dying while giving birth to him, as if he could have prevented it somehow, as if he did it on purpose.</i>

<p>Tyrion sighed and took a drink of wine, trying to enjoy the nice warm day.

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<p>So far things were going ok for Tyrion in Storybrooke, considering he'd never meant to end up here in the first place. For now he was staying at the Dragonfly Inn, though he hoped to change that soon now that he had a job working as the Town Treasurer for the mayor. He wasn't looking for anything big like where he was used to living back in Westeros, but perhaps a small home with some space of his own so that he wasn't tripping over other people at the Inn, and constantly being mistaken for a dwarf. In some ways it had been nice not being ridiculed for his size, for his shortfalls, especially by his family. However, apparently most people around here saw short men and thought dwarfs. While it was true they called his condition dwarfism, problem was as far as he knew he was entirely human. Not to mention from what he'd read dwarves weren't born any way but hatched or some nonsense. If Tyrion had been hatched he certainly then couldn't have been blamed for killing his mother during his birth, granted that didn't stop people in his realm from wondering if his mother had cheated on her husband with a dwarf. Which Tyrion was fairly confident hadn't happened.

<p>Today he had the morning off, so he decided to walk around town a bit, and at some point he found himself further on the outskirts of town. He had no real destination in mind any more. Originally he was just going to wander around looking at any vacant homes for rent, but now he was past most of the homes. He saw some signs, one said something about bean fields, another about mines. Eventually he came to a small lake, a large house on the other side of it. The house didn't looked lived in, but it also looked far too large for what Tyrion needed, even if it did come closer to resembling the size places he was used to living in. He leaned up against a tree and fished a flask out from the bag he had slung over his shoulder, filled with wine. He just stood there against the tree, watching the lake, the house, and enjoying a bit of wine.


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<p>Tyrion was doing his best to get settled into the town he'd found himself in, thrown here by a portal that had sucked him in on the eve of his wedding to Sansa Stark. On the bright side he wouldn't have to marry the poor young Sansa whom he didn't love, downside being of course he was stuck in a strange new realm, with odd technology he'd never fathomed, and none of his family's wealth that he was accustomed to. Well, he did have a small bit of coins on him, but not nearly enough. The town was nice, the people nice, he had a room to get him started at the Inn until he got things situated. He'd spent some time in the local library reading as much as he could about the world around him and anything that looked like it would be remotely helpful for his situation. Knowledge, knowledge was power, something he had learned a very long time ago since he lacked in strength, he had to make up for it with something.

<p>The more comfortable Tyrion got with Storybrooke, the more he explored, and eventually he came to the conclusion that he would need some sort of employment, preferably something that didn't require much of any manual labour. He had been the master of coin for his stupid prat of a nephew King Joffrey, as well as the Hand for a brief time before his father returned to King's Landing. That had to count for something, perhaps he could find some job that had to do with money, banking or maybe accounting of some sort.

<p>Eventually he caught wind that the mayor, Regina Mills, who apparently was also formerly an Evil Queen, or something like that, Tyrion wasn't sure he understood all the events that had transpired in Storybrooke's past, but all that mattered to him now was that she was the mayor and apparently the town needed a town treasurer. That seemed like something he could do, treasurer's dealt with budgets and money, and he knew how to do those things. How different could it really be, no matter what realm you were in, no matter what the technology was, money was money, and budgets were budgets.

<p>He cleaned up as best he could, shaved, bathed, dressed in the best clothes he could get his hands on, thanks quite a bit to the help of Lorelai, and then he headed to the place where the mayor had her office. It was time for an interview. He sat nervously outside her office, well only slightly nervously, he was confident about his abilities to handle money and budget, and if he could handle his stupid nephew Joffrey, how hard could this former Evil Queen Regina be.

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