First Breath Monthly Mingle

[kill_switch]

Who: Crew of the First Breath
Broadcast: n/a
Action: Ship Mingle!
When: September!

[There have been a few crew changes aboard the First Breath, which has meant Furiosa is kept busy getting to know her new shipmates. She may not be the most verbose person but she makes herself available, in between working on her prosthetic, and upgrading the ship where she can.]

[Meet, mingle, have adventures, play hide and seek in the cargo bay, what have you. This is the place to get to know your crew!]

Comments

[takeabow]

[ she takes a sip of it and makes a bit of a face but she's got fortitude and works through it ]

It's uh... not bad.

[kill_switch]

Better than nothing. [Spoken from experience.] You have anything like this, where you're from?

[takeabow]

Yeah, mostly for the miners, but I've had some here and there.

[kill_switch]

Is this about what it's like? [It is hard to tell if she's botched the brew or not, although she did follow directions.]

[takeabow]

Just about. Kind of like drinking tar?

[kill_switch]

So this is normal. [She quirks a small grin and takes another sip. It was hot, and the bitter aftertaste was strong. She liked it.] It's a stimulant, isn't it?

[Like most knowledge she didn't have an immediate use for, she's got some vague recollection of hearing about it but that's the extent of it.]

[takeabow]

Yeah, it helps keep you awake, though I think over time you get more used to it.

[kill_switch]

Mm. That's the way of it, isn't it? You get used to what doesn't kill you. [She and coffee are going to get along great.]

[takeabow]

[ gets a little distant ]

Well, I don't know about that.

[kill_switch]

I guess that was just my world, then.

[Furiosa catches that, and goes silent for a moment. This wasn't someone she could push and this wasn't a situation that called for it, so she relented and moved about the kitchen to start putting together a small meal for the two of them. It was an embarrassment of riches, looking at what they had available. Furiosa had decided to ration herself, perhaps to some degree still hearing the Immortan's lectures about not letting yourself become a slave to it, but at the same time she didn't entirely feel she could trust it.]

Any objections to trying the Asian Chicken?

[takeabow]

[ Nova is thankful for the understanding silence, and is definitely eager to change the subject ]

No, I don't think so.

Do you know why it's called that?

[kill_switch]

[She studies the identifying tags on the pastes suggested in the recipe booklet.] Not a clue. I know what chicken is ... I think. Any idea what Teriyaki is?

[She starts preparing it regardless.]

[takeabow]

I guess we'll both find out, then.

So you have someone from home here?

[kill_switch]

[She goes back to preparing the plates.]

I do; pilot of the Red Fish, Nux. He's one of my Warboys. [The only one she'd put any stock into, at this point.]

[takeabow]

So you work together?

[kill_switch]

[She chuckles. That wording was a little misleading.] He works for me, or rather, he answers to me, essentially. The environment we lived in was veyr strict.

[In order to get any positive response from him, she still had to rely on some old techniques, for now.] He's a good kid, but he needs direction. Otherwise he'll end up destructive. Do you have anyone here?

[takeabow]

From home? No.