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driftfleet2016-03-25 02:55 pm
birdsbirdsbirds) wrote in driftfleet2016-03-25 02:55 pm
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first one to make that doctor who joke loses
Who: Everyone! All of you!
Broadcast: Maybe!
Action: Definitely!
When: Anytime during the toxic moon event!
---
[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!]
Broadcast: Maybe!
Action: Definitely!
When: Anytime during the toxic moon event!
---
[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!]
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He'll ask for it back if he starts feeling sick, but right now he needs NotTuck a little better off. For Selfish reasons, and also because...god if he can't help but like the guy, even if it's just for his face.]
Got it. [And he doesn't want to admit how much his body aches when he pushes himself up with the help of the sharp wall, so he doesn't, bites back the groans and complaints.]
Okay. Okay, I'm good. [And he holds his arm out for NotTuck to grab.]
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He's focused primarily and keeping them going and stopping only when FDR gets too tired or pained to carry on. Max has learned in times like these to block out the voices, the tricks of the eye that sometimes haunt his steps. Instead he puts on his determined, grim look as they go and falls into a singular purpose: get out.]
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So I got a question for you. Why do you do it? I mean, if your home is shit and there's no saving it, why do you try to survive?
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He shoves the mask back in FDR's face with a grunt.
And figures... why not? At least if they die, he'll have died knowing a little more.
FDR and his good ol' stupid curiosity.]
You don't get to take the easy route when you have blood on your hands.
[That's one reason, at least. One simple but honest one. And...]
And I was... looking for something.
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...Yeah? Who's blood? And what were you looking for? [C'mon, you didn't think he was gonna drop it with that little detail, right?]
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He doesn't answer the first question.]
... Still trying to figure that out.
[Home, his mind supplies to him truthfully.]
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Well, everyone needs goals. [Even if they're as vague as that.] ...Hope you find it.
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Hope you find it, too... Mn. Whatever yours is.
[A pause.]
F'we don't die down here, anyway.
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Yeah. [And he snorts softly. He's not exactly what sure what's missing in his life. Something, probably. It feels like something.]
We're not gonna die. [He has a good record of doing stupid stuff and surviving it.]
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He rolls his eyes, hefting the weight of FDR a bit more despite the pain in his knee flaring now.]
Just don't lead us into another pitfall down, we'll be fine.
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But he's...relatively quiet, minus the necessary chitchat, until it becomes obvious from the tired stumbling and the speed of which they're needing to exchange masks before they get sick, that it's time to stop again for a little while.
He taps Nottuck on the shoulder before he's pushing away from him and sliding down against the wall and patting the ground next to him.]
Looks like we're camping out tonight.
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He collapses against the wall to slide down it, too, unable to mask the pained but relaxing expression as he goes. He folds his arms and tucks his chin a little and... apparently he's ready to sleep as is. Who needs anything else but a wall? Not Max, not with how terrible his sleeping is in general.]
... Tell me when you're good.
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But... He doesn't, in this occasion. Just this once.
Instead he sits with his back straight as a board, arms folded, and simply sighs, letting the asshole use him as an impromptu pillow.]
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So he snoozes, not as heavy as he would back in his room on his ship with his locks and guns, but far deeper than he would around someone he doesn't explicitly trust.
Or maybe he's just too fucking tired and sick to care. That could be a part of it too. Hope you don't mind quiet snoring in your ear, bro.]
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But he doesn't sleep. Not exactly. He closes his eyes and rests, sure, but he's a terrible sleeper. Even if he didn't have this idiot leaned on him, Max and actually getting a few winks in... well, they have a tumultuous, sad relationship. At this point, he's just waiting for FDR to stir again, so they can start moving again.
He does drift off for about... ten minutes, toward the end.
But he's right back to staring at the walls.]