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!]

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[bigvessel]

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.

[theroadwarrior]

[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.

[bigvessel]

[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.]

[theroadwarrior]

[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.]

[bigvessel]

[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.]

[theroadwarrior]

[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.]