Action - Iskaulit/Video - open

[kill_switch]

Who: Furiosa and you
Broadcast: Video
Action: Iskaulit
When: throughout the week

[Furiosa is more or less fully recovered from her ordeal on the snowy mountain. There's a lingering cough, and stiffness where she'd been banged up from the avalanche, but she's out and about and on the move. She's come to the gardens for a little bit of exercise, helping tend to the plants, while getting some quiet reflection and time around green things. She's still missing a replacement prosthetic while Tyrion works her up a new one, but it doesn't seem to slow her down any.]

[She spends some time just walking around the ship and seeing what other establishments have been popping up. She might stop in the Málum for a drink and a bite to eat.]

[Eventually she ends up back at the gardens for a rest and takes a seat with her back against a tree. She's playing through the audio file Atroma had left her a while ago - twelve hours of ambient truck noises. She's been thinking a lot about home, lately, and remembered Miss Giddy and how she was instrumental in getting Furiosa and the Wives the chance to escape.]

We had History Men and Women in my world; people with the past written out on their skin, stories always on their tongue, full of wisdom and ... and inner sort of strength they gave to others.

[In some small way, Furiosa has felt the need to fill that role here; in as much giving strength to others. The story telling? Not so much, and the physical branding ... she had enough of that with Immortan's symbol at the back of her neck.]

How did you share your history, in your world?

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[valiantfire]

{Fingon is curious about the unusual sounds, but the Elf chooses to answer rather than ask. Least for now.}

We sing songs and Lore is written. There are Loremasters who ensure our history is preserved.

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[kill_switch]

[They'll be going on the whole time in the background, so there will be plenty of opportunities to ask when he's ready.]

How long has your history been kept, this way?

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[valiantfire]

{A small smile.} Songs have been sung and crafted since the beginning of Eä, the universe my world resides within. Loremasters began gathering stories themselves only a few centuries ago.

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[kill_switch]

That's a lot of history to remember ... [She's impressed. Her world had quite a bit but then it blew itself up and now they're back to square one.]

[survivalistcookbook]

[Now there's a good one. One Eugene finds himself mulling over once he hears it, turning over his knee-jerk response and asking himself how well it answers the actual inquiry. Because he almost replies to tell her how they store history, how they compile and spread and preserve it.

But that's not quite the question, is it.]

I guess it's scattered.

[He gives a short shrug, and doesn't think too much about how that moves the history spilling from under his short shirtsleeves, inked words and flowers and blocky curls of red-black-blue]

In the part of my world that I lived in, it's mostly shared with children, and anyone who wants to seek it out once they're older. Mostly people learn the big histories, world history. We have teachers and scholars who interpret our records of what's happened until now. They study the records, and try to convey the truest history that they can.

[kill_switch]

Sounds like there's a lot of people dedicated to it ... [The idea of world history, universal histories, as Eugene mentioned it; big histories, is something she's still trying to wrap her head around. She knew it existed, but in her world, there had been no real need to delve into the deep and expansive pasts; there was too much danger to focus on in the immediate vicinity; history, then, was a luxury.]

Is there a need to know what happened in the past?

[survivalistcookbook]

. . . I think it puts you in a stronger position, at least.

[Need, he doesn't know how to answer. Hell, a few years ago he might have said that he needed both his legs - but then he got along well enough for years, back home, with nothing past his thigh but empty air. It's easier now than it was then, even with one foot in a shoe and the other a thick metal curl, and he thinks maybe it's something like that. Even if you don't need it, even if you can get where you're going without it, you'd probably still rather have something that does that job.]

The thought is that you understand where you are better, once you know how you got there. Once you know history, you can start to see patterns, and you have a better chance of knowing when a bad pattern's coming if you can spot the usual warning signs. Or if you already have a problem, knowing how people solved similar problems in the past can help you figure out your current situation.

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[ladybro]

Boring-ass documentaries. [ ... ] And Instagram.

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[kill_switch]

You're going to have to explain. I think I know what documentaries are, [She's been on the Fleet long enough to have pickjed up a few things,] but Insta-what?

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[ladybro]

Instagram. It's where everyone documents their sloppy Friday nights with pictures. Pictures with too many filters.

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[noprophecies]

It depends on whose history you want. Humans have their songs and stories, as do everyone else, but they have scholars who write it down and it is turned into books.

My people have stories and songs as well, most of which are shared during festivals. None of it has been written down - unless it has changed in the time since I was a girl.

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[kill_switch]

I've known books, but sometimes they were just stories, or how to identify different plants.

Who are your people?

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[noprophecies]

We had books like that as well. Simple things that people needed to learn.

[she purses her lips, only hesitating for a moment] Half-elves.

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[paraclete]

[When Kaworu's face fills up the screen, it looks quite fond—but that's just how he usually looks. Internally, he's wincing a bit.]

I was tutored. There are books, though.

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[kill_switch]

Tutored. [It brought back some unpleasant memories for her, too, but she keeps it internal as well.] Did you cover a lot of history that way?

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[paraclete]

I didn't, [he admits, but he manages to make an admittance like this sound self-assured. (Only because he's practiced that for a very long time.)] The men who tutored me were particular. They explained some things, and I even saw some videos under their instruction, but their guidance was quite narrow. [Perfectly placid, he's smiling gently, a mild sort of tired that thins out the youth of his face.]

I ended up learning more from books. And things like old newspapers, too. Those are even more compelling, I think.

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[survivra]

Tutors, if you'd the rank and money to spend on them. Time to afford history instead of working for your family's living.

[ Katsa's more interesting in studying Furiosa herself than the conversation, really. ]

Did they truly write stories on their skin? Or do you mean that another way?

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[kill_switch]

No, it was tattoos. Words, names, places, phrases ... Miss Giddy was covered in them.

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[survivra]

Why would she do such a thing?

[ It's not meant as an insult; only honest curiosity. Katsa's captivated by her conversation partner: a woman who's cut her hair even closer to her head than Katsa has, who looks hardened, and steady, and rough. Even in the Drabwurld, she'd not seen such a woman. ]

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[poisoninmypocket]

[What a melancholy topic, but it's one that Monty's drawn to.]

I was the record-keeper in the reality I was set in before this one. Each month, I would write out what had happened in our fortress and in our company and summarize it, sending out a copy to everyone there.

Before that, in my native reality, we had books of history filled up by scholars. You could read them at the library or buy them, if you liked.

It seems a strange idea to me to etch the past into one's skin. So many would sooner leave such scars behind them, even if they shape us. May I ask your name, miss? Mine's Montague Navarro, but please, do call me Monty.

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[kill_switch]

Monty, I'm Furiosa. The past of my world is ... complicated. We try to hold onto what we can, but things like paper is a rare commodity.

When you say, reality, you mean another place like this Fleet?

[poisoninmypocket]

Yes, Ms. Furiosa. [What a peculiar name. No more peculiar than 'Wrath,' though, he supposes.] A barren wasteland we were told was what remained after the end of all realities. Clearly, the people in it were misinformed about a remaining few such as this. Provided it is not a false reality. I do hope it's not.

All that we had was hard-fought or made with the power of belief.

May I ask what your world was like?

[theroadwarrior]

[Max has been keeping to himself, trying not to get too nosy and stifling when it comes to Furiosa's space. She'd scared the holy hell out of him, made him want to linger and make sure she was going to really be okay — but now that the worst has passed, he figures he can sigh a breath of relief and come check up on her without looking too concerned (he's totally not!! everything is fine!!).

After her post, though, he can't help but have memories of home get him wistful, too.

He wanders over, hands in his pockets, sheepish.]

You'll have a lot of history to keep track of.

For the Citadel.

[kill_switch]

[She looks up at him with a small, crooked smile. She'd scared herself, too, truth be told; Warboys and sandstorms she can handle but caught out in the snow like that ... there were a few moments she didn't think she was coming back from it. Everything else was a little hazy, she might have imagined Max holding her close to keep her warm after the girl had found her.]

You think ink is a good look for me?

[She shifts a little so there's room next to her against the tree if he wants it.]

[theroadwarrior]

[It'd look better on you than on him, that's for damn sure.

He cocks his head to the side and considers it, though. And tries not to scan her body to imagine it, because — that'd be just weird, Max, don't do that.]

Think you could make anything look good.

[............... He didn't mean for that to be flattery on the edge of flirtation.

But you know him, he's oblivious.]