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Who: Nami, Max Rockatansky, whoever answers
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Some frozen lake somewhere HOORAY
When: 8 January

[So Nami will address the network without fanfare. She sounds cold. Not in a help I'm freezing to death kind of way but I gave some idiot my coat kind of way:]

Hey, so I could use a h-hand. Northwest from the town about thirty minutes out, there's a frozen over l-lake. Mostly. I just fished one of ours out of it and if he doesn't get warm he's gonna freeze to death. Blankets or warm clothes for a... medium build guy broad shoulders. A pickup would be even better. [She pauses, glancing back over her shoulder as 'some idiot' - a wet angry cat of a man - starts sneezing violently.]

...a doctor's help would be ideal.

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No, that'll put you in the wind's path- your priority should be to keep yourselves warm.

[While he aims to only be a few minutes, in temperatures like these- a few minutes can do a lot of damage]

Find or make some sort of marker and then seek cover from the wind. I'll find you.

[He's right. She thinks for a moment.]

I'll leave a banner for you. [Her scarf is ruined anyway, overstretched and holed at one end.]

Look for the pole on the road, I'll attach something c-colourful.

Edited 2016-01-08 16:39 (UTC)

[He nods.]

Alright, I'll find you. Stay safe.

[And with that he cuts the feed. It'll probably be a bit before he comes, so keep warm guys!!]

[She hands off the comm to Max and lets him talk to Furiosa-- or lets her keep him at least vaguely focused-- and ventures out onto the path long enough to jam her staff into the ground in the middle of it.

When Allen heads this way, he'll see a bright orange scarf tied to the top, ends whipping up in the wind.]

[Some time later, the pair will spot what seems to be a shuttle from the fleet. It's a bit bigger than the standard shuttles, upgrades have added room to it. It flies over once or twice, before Allen spots that bright orange scarf among the fields of white, and comes in for landing.]

[Almost as soon as it lands, Allen in full winter gear comes out of the ship, a blanket in hand. He looks around for them, calling out]

Nami! Are you out here?

[The sound of the shuttle passing overhead and finally landing is more than enough to get Nami moving.] C'mon--

[She'll shoulder half his weight if she has to, but she hopes you can still walk, Max. She heads in the direction of the shuttle, yelling a response. The best thing about having a piercing voice really-- she can be heard clearly.]

Over here!

[And you're bringing a blanket-- thank god, she can get her coat back. Nami's dry for the most part, except for the the lower ends of her hair and one sleeve, but that doesn't mean she's not freezing out here without it.]

[Max doesn't have time to be picky anymore about help; he's clearly not a fan of it, but he knows by now it's not about what he likes - it's about getting warm again. Not getting horribly ill. Or dying. Though, he thinks he's escaped that well enough. He slips his stiff arm over Nami's shoulder, and it probably feels like a flexible beam of ice.

Then. Walking. One foot in front of the other. His damaged knee is throbbing and would probably swell of not for the ice-cold conditions that act as a defense (strangely enough). His knee does lock up a bit, and the contracted muscles don't help, so he's more or less walking like an old man that you turned the "shake" function on.

... Don't forget his jacket ;-;

And his brace, but mostly

Jacket ;-;]

[he hears that voice through the wind. It let's him look over and spot the two people who are limping over. At top speed a person can run through snow, he runs over there]

There you are!

[As soon as he's close enough, he'll be offering up that blanket to Nami who is currently coatless. Since yeah, best to get you both inside]

Do you need help walking? The shuttles warm and ready to go.

I don't, but I could use a hand with him.

[Max is heavy and Nami is stumbling under his uneven weight. She reaches out a hand for the blanket gratefully. And sorry, Max, you kind of took priority over your things, but she knows at least how important the brace was. She'll go back for it when she doesn't have her hands full with getting you somewhere warm.]

Thanks, Allen. He was only in for a minute-- [But it's enough.]

[Max gives another sneeze, and it rips through his whole body. Even as he is, he's still giving Allen a wary, uncertain look, like maybe he regrets not being armed. It's in his blood at this point, seeing everyone as a potential threat. But he really, really wants that fucking shuttle.]

I can — m-make it, on my own.

[Also he's a stubborn ass.]

[Allen has to resist the urge to eyeroll at Max's proclaim. Of course the guy who went into frozen waters would be a stubborn arse]

Yes, I'm sure you can.

[Either way, they don't have time to argue, so he moves to Max's other side, ready to grab him the moment he falls. It wouldn't a problem for Allen, if need be.]

I'll look after him, Nami. Go ahead and let go.

[Nami would roll her eyes for anyone else, but given the branding and the tattoo she gets the general idea why Max would be kinda skittish around newcomers. She's not about to explain that-- higher priorities and privacy-- but she does give Max a look like we talked about this and surrenders him to Allen's care for the moment.

She wraps the blanket around herself fast, which ironically makes her shivering more pronounced-- she'll warm up once she's out of the wind. It helps a lot. After that, though, she shifts herself right back under Max's shoulder and helps Allen drag him back to the warmth of the shuttle.]

He's got crew waiting for him on the Starstruck. [Once he's not about to keel over probably goes without saying.]

Edited 2016-01-10 07:49 (UTC)

[Crew. Got crew? Hardly, he thinks. He tolerates them, and they tolerate him. Not a very good idea of a ship crew at all. But he declines to comment on it, because it's true that they at least have a place to send him, even if he's loathing the idea of resting in a room instead of his usual spot.

Besides, it's hard to think right now. Thoughts are fragmented, stilted.

He wants out of this icy, awful place. He'd like to get the color in his face back fully, thanks. And... he'd rather not get Nami's ire directed at him. He knows she has a particularly short temper when pushed in that direction. It's good she has no memory of that, at least. He collapses into a seat after getting their help, clenching his teeth and face twisting into a look of pain before it smooths out.

Damned leg.

The pins-and-needles feeling of being somewhere warmer certainly doesn't feel much better, either. His whole body is hurting now, aching and throbbing unpleasantly, and it makes him squirm a little where he rests. But the warmth is at least seeping in, getting his blood flowing a bit in limbs that feel stiff and old.]

[The shuttle itself is large for a fleet shuttle. Five seats in all, with enough room to move in. Thank goodness Sokka is so diligent about upgrades. As soon as they're all in, Allen shuts the shuttle door and pulls off his hat. White hair and a young face that's been marked with a scar.]

[Allen gets to work. He grabs a thermas that's full of hot tea and some mugs, pouring them both a glass and handing the drinks to them.]

Here, sit and drink this, it'll help you warm up. And sir, if you have any wet clothing on that you're willing to take off- do so. You'll warm up faster that way. [He'll move to grab more blankets and the first aid kit he packed in here. His tone is still professional, focused on getting his job done. He'll address the question to either of them] What happened to your leg?

[Max can field that question-- it's his leg and his business, though Nami makes a note that if she doesn't relapse from this, she'll go back for the wet things and the brace they left behind in the snow. For now she wraps her fingers around the warmth of the mug, breathing in its steam and starting the relieving process of warming up again.]

[Good call, Nami. He doesn't seem all that eager to talk much about himself. He's still mostly in the nude save for his underwear (aren't we glad he's wearing some for this). He takes off the jacket, though, folding it with uncoordinated fingers and looking to Nami. Allen may see, if he's near Max's back, the skull-and-fire brand on the back of his neck, and the tattoo written oddly across his spine, upside down.]

T-this is yours.

[He doesn't want to owe you anymore than he does; he feels absent-minded, tired. He'll probably forget to give it back. He'll take the drink then, though, sipping very mildly. God, his arms hurt. His legs - his knee - it all hurts. Like he's been in a horrible fistfight.]

[Oooor don't answer him. Sure. Okay, whatever sir.]

[It's only on his way back from grabbing more blankets does he catch a glimpse of the brand and tattoo on Max's back. They're strange enough to give him pause, making him tilt his head in an attempt to make out some of the words...]

["Keep Muzzled...."]

[...]

[Allen's seen a lot of sights in his years, experienced a lot of things. While he didn't recognize the brand itself, he can get a damn good idea of what it means. It's enough that he can feel the shards of his old anger twist inside him painfully. But he doesn't let himself voice anything about it. Instead he swallows those shards and walks back to drape blankets on both of them]

Very well. Do either of you remember how you ended up in the water? Were you pushed or...?

[Allen's making it sound like something more serious or sinister happened, and Nami shakes her head, more violently than she intends to. It's the cold.]

I didn't fall in at all. The only water I got on me was fishing him out. For-- [She nearly calls him Max, keeps it to herself--] For this guy, he was just out hunting and he's never been in a snowy climate before. The ice took h-him by surprise.

I was just lucky to be nearby. [Max could tell him all this, but he's more than likely not going to given the non-answer about his knee, and it could be important to know. At the least, she wants to make clear there was nobody else involved. This was just plain bad luck, a novice out on the ice.

The coat she takes, draping it right over the top of the blanket she has wound around her. Like hell is she removing that now.]

Edited 2016-01-11 16:39 (UTC)

[Max simply nods after Nami's words, not looking at either of them.

It sure the hell did take him by surprise, that's going without saying. He's not about to wax poetic about how inexperienced and stupid the whole thing had been for him. He will say that he really wants to go get even with that weird arctic beast that started the mess. That royal bastard.]

Mhmm.

[He is sorry for that, Nami, btw. Not sure if it's even obvious but he is. Promise.]

[Sorry guys, it's not that you are particularly suspicious. It's just more...well, the last place he worked, the most common cause of injury was attempted murder. It's a thing, ok]

I see...

[The story was very understandable, and he gives a nod before he pulls away.]

Well, the important thing is that you warm up. I'm going to take you back to your ship, and once you're there, make sure to get some dry clothes on you and do your best to warm up.

Though, I do recommend you get that leg looked at.

[Max was a grown man, so he can't force him to get his leg checked out. Still, he can encourage him at the very least]

[Now that warmth is beginning to seep into her bones, Nami just gives a sigh as Allen talks, settling into the seat. She's fine now. Max might end up with a chill, but in this place he'll probably be looked after.

Whether he likes it or not. Heh.]

Thanks for the pickup, Allen. Probably that makes today just a small hiccup.

[Then she darts a pointed look at Max. Thank the nice man or she might consider kicking you.]

[Max didn't even thank you, Nami, you expect him to say it to anyone? :|

Don't look at me like that, you know it won't work. :|

But he does give a slight nod to Allen. An agreement with Nami. No words to it, but it's one of some level of gratitude. That's usually how Max is measured — by the actions, less by the words.]

[He just gives a small shrug in return as he pulls away]

Don't worry about it. It's part of my job.

[You know, making sure people don't die and all that, but he'll be heading to the pilot seat so they can get on out of there!]

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