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driftfleet2015-07-26 07:47 pm
iamawaited) wrote in driftfleet2015-07-26 07:47 pm
Entry tags:
1 - Open as the Wasteland
Who: Nux and you!
Broadcast: Hello world!
Action: All around the Marsiva!
When: July 26
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[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.]
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[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.]
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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Ah, who do we have here...?
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You talk.
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I do talk. I say all kinds of things.
[he waves a little at the boy in greeting... he got used to all this months ago, but he still remembers what it was like to be new.]
Hello, friend. Welcome to the show.
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So it is a show.
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[he'll contribute to the questions, leaning forward and propping his chin against his hand.]
What's your name, stranger?
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Nux.
[And now he's neither.]
Who are you?
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Nux... You look like you match your name. I'm Robin, like the bird.
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[He's got nothing, otherwise.]
1/2; video
[it's not at all Nux's fault, the way his smile turns very sharp. this terse, irritated response--he couldn't have known.]
2/2; video
No, no, no. Not like a crow, robins are much smaller. Little brown birds, with red all down the front. Much cuter. They don't pick at dead things like crows do.
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Then... what do they eat?
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[he waves his hand like he's dismissing the subject. this is silly. they're getting away from important things.]
Where are you from, Nux?
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[He doesn't sound very hopeful. Coil hadn't known anything about it, and he seems like he's from somewhere a lot closer to the Wasteland than this stranger with his little red birds and his berries.
What is a berry, anyway?]
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[It is in a desert...]
S'called the Wasteland. A bunch of cities on the Fury Road.