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kill_switchWho: Imperator Furiosa
Broadcast: Yes; Accidental arrival video
Action: Marsiva
When: 7/24
Broadcast
[There's not much in the way of audio to this feed. Furiosa wakes and sits up, casting a wary eye over her surroundings. Her right hand reaches up to ghost fingers over her face, where she found her previous wounds nonexistant. How long had she been she out? They couldn't have cleared up overnight. That wasn't possible. Her attention shifts to find her clothes are cleaner than they've ever been, quite literally, and the idea that she was out of the them for any length of time it took to get them clean was disconcerting. Her neutral expression pulls into a slight frown.
The room is unfamiliar, the architecture and decor too clean and sterile. It's an alien environment, for someone who's spent a lifetime in a poisoned world, surrounded by dust and wind and scorching sun. She doesn't trust it.
Furiosa finally stands, and it's here the camera gets a good angle on her left arm, ending in a stump just below the elbow. It doesn't seem to deter Furiosa much as she stops to finally pick up the communicator and turn it over in her right hand. This is certainly unlike any tech she'd seen before. And why was that little red light blinking?]
Action
It's time to survey her surroundings. Her thick boots make a resonating tok tok tok as she takes long strides through the Hospitality Deck on the Marvisa. Her augment is filling in some of the gaps; the idea of the vastness of space and existence of other planets and star systems, but she's still wary. What happened at the Citadel that brought her here? Where were the others, the Wives? The Warboys?
Once she reaches the viewing bay, she'll stick around for a while. It is so absolutely unlike any other vista she's ever seen; foreign and exotic in ways she can't even describe. It was one thing to be looking up into a star-studded sky from the ground, shifting sand under her feet, a chilled nighttime breeze, but it's something else altogether to see it from within the void itself; from relative safety and comfort within the ship.
The cafeteria is greeted with wariness. While her world had a severe shortage of food and water, she was unwilling to trust such an unlimited supply right off the bat. She wasn't that hungry, yet. She would stay a while, observing others, noting their habits and trying to see if there were any lingering effects.
Broadcast: Yes; Accidental arrival video
Action: Marsiva
When: 7/24
Broadcast
[There's not much in the way of audio to this feed. Furiosa wakes and sits up, casting a wary eye over her surroundings. Her right hand reaches up to ghost fingers over her face, where she found her previous wounds nonexistant. How long had she been she out? They couldn't have cleared up overnight. That wasn't possible. Her attention shifts to find her clothes are cleaner than they've ever been, quite literally, and the idea that she was out of the them for any length of time it took to get them clean was disconcerting. Her neutral expression pulls into a slight frown.
The room is unfamiliar, the architecture and decor too clean and sterile. It's an alien environment, for someone who's spent a lifetime in a poisoned world, surrounded by dust and wind and scorching sun. She doesn't trust it.
Furiosa finally stands, and it's here the camera gets a good angle on her left arm, ending in a stump just below the elbow. It doesn't seem to deter Furiosa much as she stops to finally pick up the communicator and turn it over in her right hand. This is certainly unlike any tech she'd seen before. And why was that little red light blinking?]
Action
It's time to survey her surroundings. Her thick boots make a resonating tok tok tok as she takes long strides through the Hospitality Deck on the Marvisa. Her augment is filling in some of the gaps; the idea of the vastness of space and existence of other planets and star systems, but she's still wary. What happened at the Citadel that brought her here? Where were the others, the Wives? The Warboys?
Once she reaches the viewing bay, she'll stick around for a while. It is so absolutely unlike any other vista she's ever seen; foreign and exotic in ways she can't even describe. It was one thing to be looking up into a star-studded sky from the ground, shifting sand under her feet, a chilled nighttime breeze, but it's something else altogether to see it from within the void itself; from relative safety and comfort within the ship.
The cafeteria is greeted with wariness. While her world had a severe shortage of food and water, she was unwilling to trust such an unlimited supply right off the bat. She wasn't that hungry, yet. She would stay a while, observing others, noting their habits and trying to see if there were any lingering effects.
