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1 - Open as the Wasteland

Who: Nux and you!
Broadcast: Hello world!
Action: All around the Marsiva!
When: July 26

Video

[This video is either going to be very interesting or very boring to viewers, depending on who's watching. It opens on a blue eye in a very pale face, with some kind of dark makeup smudged around it. The eye tilts crazily to one side, then the other. The camera pulls back to on a second identical eye, a scarred nose and cheek -- then further still to reveal a mouth crossed from end to end with vertical scars, like skeletal teeth.

The boy -- it's definitely a boy, or really a young man -- squints at the camera, and then the image tips to the side again and jerks wildly back and forth as he bangs the communicator against the nearest surface and brings it back up to his eye with a curious sound. After a moment, he seems to give up looking for whatever it is he wants from it and puts it down, leaving the camera staring at the ceiling.]

Action

[He had done the same when he'd awoken. He'd opened his eyes on the cleanest, shiniest surface he's ever seen, and thought, chrome. Then it had hit him all at once: the rig, Capable, Rictus...

...Valhalla...?

Not like any Valhalla he's ever imagined, he'd thought when he'd sat up and taken a look around -- that was when he'd spotted the little machine with its blinking red light.

Now, he abandons it and starts exploring his surroundings closely. There's information trickling into his brain, but it's a lot to take in all at once. The room alone is a lot to take in all at once: real beds, glaring bright lights, equipment he's never seen before, the huge night sky out the window.

Eventually, he finds his way into the showers, blinking when he spots the tap. Guzzoline? Mother's Milk? He turns it and jerks back in surprise when liquid starts spraying out onto him, turning the tap off again quickly. His eyes widen when he licks his scarred lips: water. He wrenches the tap back on and turns his face up to the shower head, taking a few greedy gulps of aqua cola.

Eventually, he'll tear himself away again and resume his exploration, not seeming to care about the fact that he's soaking wet, or that the already-faded white-and-black war paint is running from his bare, scarred torso.]

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[--that face.

Coil never turns on his video feed. he's always sitting behind the anonymity of reluctantly-written words, if anything at all. he hates the communicator, and he usually hates everything that he sees on its screen and hears from its speakers.

this, though.

on his screen, Nux will suddenly find a different face--just as many scars, but one less eye, and a little frown on his face--just looking at him.]

[It takes him a moment to realize that there's an image on the screen now -- but when he does, he comes over and picks up the communicator again, holding it level this time. He cocks his head and frowns thoughtfully.]

[after another minute of silence--with maybe Coil tilting his head a little, as if that would actually get him a better look at the guy--he lifts his hand so the camera can see, and gives a little wave.

hello, stranger.]

Oh--

[His eyes widen again when the image starts moving, startled. He registers Coil waving and slowly waves back.]

Hello?

[His brow furrows suddenly, eyes brightening with recognition.]

Is this a show?