1 - Open as the Wasteland

[iamawaited]

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.]

Comments

[kill_switch]

[It even looks like home. She dips her finger into it and tastes. It's sharp and pungent, and immediately reminds her of searing winds and scorching sands. She gives a small, crooked smile.]

Guess it's not so bad.

[iamawaited]

It's just-- here. Food.

[Food from a machine. Water on demand. He doesn't know what to make of any of this. He looks to her as if she'll have an answer; in their brief but meaningful acquaintance, she's typically the one that's got them.

Although he did save the war rig in the mud that one time.]

Is there somewhere to put it?

[Hoard it, he means.]

[kill_switch]

[She frowns slightly, looking around. There were some trays and bowls, but nothing really for more long-term storage.]

Don't see anything. [Doesn't mean they couldn't come up with something. Furiosa is going to make a circuit around the cafeteria and take a look at everything.] Doubt we're meant to take it out. [That right there might be the price for having it available like this.]

[iamawaited]

[He lets out an irritated little grunt, directed not at her but at whoever made that decision. He doesn't like that at all, and he decides that it's not going to stay that way. It shouldn't be too hard to cobble something together. Not with all these parts right here.

He grabs a couple of bowls and trays and sits down at a table, examining them for a moment. Then he reaches into one of the many pockets on his BDUs and--

--stops, frowning. He fishes around for a moment, then tries another pocket, then one of the pouches on his utility belt with increasing alarm.]

My knife's gone!

[kill_switch]

[She's looking around for materials too. Tableware? Cups? Nux's exclamation wrests her attention away and she looks over with a frown. A warboy wouldn't just lose an item like that.]

Did you have it when you arrived here?

[iamawaited]

I--

[He'd assumed he had, when he'd woken up with everything else on him, but he realizes now with a flush of shame that he hadn't actually thought to check. What kind of War Boy doesn't check?

He does now, starting to urgently unload his pockets and pouches out onto the table. It's mostly revhead stuff: spare nuts and bolts, a tiny flask of oil, a roll of tape, some other odds and ends. But:]

No pike, either. And most of my tools are gone.

[He blinks, realizes:]

All the sharp stuff.

[kill_switch]

[Furiosa strides over and scrutinizes his collection, and no; there are no remaining sharp implements. It mgiht have made her check her own pockets, but she already knew her arsenal was left on the War Rig. She hadn't even had her prosthetic when she arrived, but now she's wondering if she would have found it missing otherwise.]

[She gives a small thoughtful grunt as she straightens up.]

You'll just have to improvise.

[iamawaited]

Why'd they take all our stuff?

[He'd noticed the lack of arm, obviously, but he'd assumed... Now he's not sure what he'd assumed. That it was on purpose, for some reason.]

[kill_switch]

[Oh, it was on purpose. It absolutely was on purpose.]

Maybe they didn't want anyone getting stabbed. [Not of course implying that there wasn't anyone who didn't deserve stabbing, or that she questioned Nux's motives in doing so.]

[iamawaited]

[Yeah, he's not taking that personally at all. It's entirely possible he might have stabbed someone if he felt the need. He does look troubled, though. He gives a quiet, dissatisfied grunt and scowls down at his collection of parts, rendered temporarily useless by the lack of anything to cut into them with.]

[kill_switch]

[Furiosa shifts her weight and looks down at him, for a moment slightly bemused as his evident frustration. Oh, Warboys.]

You'll figure something out.