first one to make that doctor who joke loses

[birdsbirdsbirds]

Who: Everyone! All of you!
Broadcast: Maybe!
Action: Definitely!
When: Anytime during the toxic moon event!

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[boy oh boy, isn't everyone just so excited to explore this... charming... place...?

this is a game-wide mingle and the timeframe isn't super-important, so throw in with whatever you want! play war games, go shopping for gas masks, get lost in the wilderness, hide up in the Iskaulit and refuse to set foot on the moon, anything goes.

here's the main event info post for reference! have fun!]

Comments

[kill_switch]

[Furiosa nods.] He does seem like he needs looking after, doesn't he? But he's managed through a lot, he's tough.

[I.E. You don't need to babysit him, but this coming from the woman who is currently wearing little more than a scarf to fend off the poisonous air.]

Do you drive?

[mucked]

I do, actually. [ despite having the luxury of a good driver often available to her. ] Not frequently, I confess. I've never owned a set of wheels myself, but the opportunities haven't been lacking.

I take it you're quite comfortable in the driver's seat? [ she'd have to be, to be working as she does. ]

[kill_switch]

You couldn't survive if you didn't know how to drive a rig or maintain it. [She nods back at the landspeeder she's working on.] I'm almost done upgrading this one, there's a second one if you want to head out for a spin.

[Casual race offer, are you up to it, Peggy?]

[mucked]

[ peggy laughs -- warm, and a little surprised. ] Bless me, if you're suggesting what I think you're suggesting...? You'd have me beat. Hands down. My experience has mostly been with military jeeps and motorbikes -- and the occasional soft-top cruising car. Nothing near racing speed.

[kill_switch]

[There's a crinkle in the corner of Furiosa's eyes as she smiles a little beneath her scarf.] There's a first time for everything. Who knows, you might discover some hidden talents.

[mucked]

I'll tell you what. Let me broker a friendly match between you and a friend of mine, instead -- Howard Stark. He loves to tinker with a good car. Never quite managed to make one hover. Yet.

[kill_switch]

I'm game. He's in the Fleet? [Maybe a little disappointed that Peggy's not up for it, but she's still looking forward to a chance to get out on the road.]

[mucked]

He is. Often making a nuisance of himself.

[ -- apologies, furiosa. but she knows when a thing is beyond her humble limits. ]

[kill_switch]

Hm. Sounds like the Warboys. I should be able to handle him. [That's when you need to expand your limits, Peggy ... of course, that's the world Furiosa lived in.]

[mucked]

See that you do. [ there's a glimmer in her eyes. ] He could do with a good handling.

[kill_switch]

Oh? Something of a trouble maker? [Furiosa catches that gleam, Peggy. What sort of mischief is the Wastelander getting into?]

[mucked]

Rather. Full of himself, certainly. And an unquestionable wanker. [ ... ] But a good man, beneath it all. He knows right from wrong when it counts.

[kill_switch]

I'll be sure to take him down a notch. [She's had plenty of practice with the Warboys, certainly.]

[mucked]

He'll show an uncommon interest in your arm, I'm afraid. [ peggy nods towards the device. she herself had yet to remark upon it, but she figures it's worth mentioning if howard's getting involved. ] Either tell him to shut it or ride it out. Your choice. Only he's something of a scientist with tunnel-vision for such things.

[kill_switch]

[She quirks her brows and glances down at her prosthetic, flexing it for a moment. No one's ever really commented on it, but she's already preparing herself to shut him down on either its construction or why she uses it in the first place.]

He'll learn pretty quick it's not a subject open for discussion.

[mucked]

As he should learn. Dress him down as you see fit, only -- [ well, she knows how things seem to be settled in furiosa's world, thanks to max's insight. ] Only do keep in mind he's more of a scientist than a warrior.

[kill_switch]

Maybe it's time he learned. [Trial by fire? Or rather, race?]

[mucked]

[ dryly amused: ] Oh, he ought to have learned years ago. Best of luck to you.

[kill_switch]

I'll see what I can do.