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яσвιи яє∂вяєαѕт ([personal profile] birdsbirdsbirds) wrote in [community profile] driftfleet2016-03-25 02:55 pm

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!

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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!]
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[personal profile] theroadwarrior 2016-04-05 03:28 am (UTC)(link)
[Max doesn't utter any complaints as he reaches out to pull FDR's arm back over his shoulder. He just adjusts as needed, knee complaining at the weight, and pushes forward toward the next tunnel. It won't take too long for FDR to get sick, he knows -- so he keeps an eye out for that, as the time passes.

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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[personal profile] bigvessel 2016-04-08 03:16 pm (UTC)(link)
[You know what else is good for keeping those voices away, bro? Talking. Talking probably helps alot. Or hopefully it does. Because it's how FDR keeps himself distracted through the pain, through the nausea that's rolling through his gut. It's random things. Shit to complain about their ship. About being taken. About reality shows back home and how much he hates them. That he prefers movies. TV shows. His favorite one is one called CHiPs, its about dudebros that are cops and partners stopping crime. Of course it's his kind of show.]

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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[personal profile] theroadwarrior 2016-04-08 07:41 pm (UTC)(link)
[He glances uncertainly at FDR, considering his options. For a moment, he seems ready to ignore the man's rambling altogether; it wouldn't be the first time, and honestly, it's a question that he has a hard time with himself. Because sometimes... he doesn't want to survive. Sometimes he wonders when something will finally do him in, make everything easy and gone. The voices'll leave him alone then. Unless he goes to hell, which he hasn't ruled out. He's not a religious man -- hell, those are a dying breed at home -- but he figures if god had seen some of the shit he pulled, he wouldn't be very happy.

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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[personal profile] bigvessel 2016-04-09 03:29 am (UTC)(link)
[He'd argue, but really, he's not a fan of vomiting, so he takes the mask and slips it on even as he listens to Max. And...well, he kind of gets it. Maybe he wasn't directly the cause of his parents' death, but...to a nine year old boy with shitty coping mechanisms, he blamed himself for it anyway and that guilt had never exactly left him.]

...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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[personal profile] theroadwarrior 2016-04-10 08:47 am (UTC)(link)
[His expression closes off, darkens.

He doesn't answer the first question.]


... Still trying to figure that out.

[Home, his mind supplies to him truthfully.]
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[personal profile] bigvessel 2016-04-12 01:16 am (UTC)(link)
[Ah. One of those. Alright, he gets it. And he lets it drop.]

Well, everyone needs goals. [Even if they're as vague as that.] ...Hope you find it.
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[personal profile] theroadwarrior 2016-04-12 01:43 am (UTC)(link)
[Max grows quiet for a moment, and the sincerity behind it takes him aback as it does every single time it's aimed at him. He glances, wary but expression relaxing minutely. And then he looks back ahead and clears an ailing throat.]

Hope you find it, too... Mn. Whatever yours is.

[A pause.]

F'we don't die down here, anyway.
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[personal profile] bigvessel 2016-04-12 04:02 am (UTC)(link)
[Aww. Are they having a moment? They're totally having a moment. And FDR can't help the grin for it.]

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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[personal profile] theroadwarrior 2016-04-15 06:18 am (UTC)(link)
[Don't even with that moment shit, lord have mercy.

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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[personal profile] bigvessel 2016-04-20 12:29 am (UTC)(link)
Yeah, that was just as much your fault as mine you know. [You and your short fat ass, max!

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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[personal profile] theroadwarrior 2016-04-23 08:38 am (UTC)(link)
[Huff. He lets FDR down, the immediate relief to his leg a welcomed feeling.

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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[personal profile] bigvessel 2016-04-25 05:09 pm (UTC)(link)
[He grunts at that, but won't argue the fact that NotTuck is putting all of this on him, when it's obvious he needs the break just as much as FDR does. There's nothing to win with that fight. And he doesn't have the energy for it anyway, instead he simply drops his head against NotTuck's shoulder. He may be hardcore enough to sleep with a rock for a pillow, but FDR appreciates something a little softer. So he's just...gonna use NotTuck until the man shoves him away.]
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[personal profile] theroadwarrior 2016-04-27 03:42 am (UTC)(link)
[Literally a day before now, he would have shoved FDR off. Would have gave him the biggest bitchface and limped away until he could practically barely see the guy. Would have ignored the annoying comebacks that he'd inevitably have after being brushed off or whatever.

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.]
Edited 2016-04-27 03:48 (UTC)
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[personal profile] bigvessel 2016-04-27 09:45 pm (UTC)(link)
[Yeah, well a day ago he never would have closed his eyes and tried to sleep on NotTuck's shoulder. He as trust issues falling asleep with people. Tuck is the only one he's ever honestly felt safe enough to sleep around. And there could still be stuff down here that might be hostile. NotTuck could slip out from under him and run off and leave him. He could steal his mask and leave him to puke himself to death. But he won't.

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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[personal profile] theroadwarrior 2016-04-30 06:09 am (UTC)(link)
[He's slept through worse, at least.

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.]