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driftfleet2016-03-25 06:30 pm
kill_switch) wrote in driftfleet2016-03-25 06:30 pm
Video // Open, Ship wide, encrypted
Who: Furiosa and YOU, Furiosa and First Breath, Furiosa and Tyrion Lannister
Broadcast: Video
Action: First Breath
When: Today
Fleetwide Video
[A lot has gone on lately, many different conversations that in some form or another had Furiosa thinking about home. Even her experienceheadbutting helping Max took her back, and while she has been in the Fleet for some time now, the curiosity about the fate of those they left behind hasn't lessened. It's been unsaid, and she tries not to worry herself about it since there's nothing she can do, but she wonders. How would everyone fare? Who would take up in her stead? The Wives? The remaining Vuvalini? The past week has made it hard to forget about, so maybe if she indulges in dwelling in it]
[She opens a video, looking slightly worn after the debacle with Max's tooth and her own lingering concerns about home, but otherwise she seems to be doing well.]
Does anyone else wonder about the state of the homes we were pulled from? Anyone ... else ... feel like they're missing out on responsibilities?
First Breath
Mandatory target practice for those who received guns.
Encrypted to Tyrion Lannister
So. You've been busy.
Broadcast: Video
Action: First Breath
When: Today
Fleetwide Video
[A lot has gone on lately, many different conversations that in some form or another had Furiosa thinking about home. Even her experience
[She opens a video, looking slightly worn after the debacle with Max's tooth and her own lingering concerns about home, but otherwise she seems to be doing well.]
Does anyone else wonder about the state of the homes we were pulled from? Anyone ... else ... feel like they're missing out on responsibilities?
First Breath
Mandatory target practice for those who received guns.
Encrypted to Tyrion Lannister
So. You've been busy.
action.
... But this place feels a bit more secure than most, so he naps.
He'll awake whenever she comes in, but the only real sign of it will be one eye popping open blearily; no bad dreams today, no snapping up to swing or gasping awake. He's alright, having an easier time compared to the last week or two.]
Hmm.
[Hi.]
Re: action.
[Furiosa comes in to change out of grease-stained clothing and take a break from the poisoned air. She feels a slight fever and nausea but pushes on, but it's enough in combination to do her reactions, startling momentarily when she sees him before she realizes who it is and the offer she had made. She goes back about her business with an acknowledging nod. If there's anything of considering their last interaction with the tooth, she doesn't mention it.]
Crew acting up?
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... No... Just wanted to rest somewhere quiet.
Too uncomfortable to sleep with a mask on.
[He cocks his head to the side.]
You're not wearing yours enough, either.
[He's been taking his off from time to time out of want. But after two days of it, he's pretty much given up being stubborn; the mask isn't too bad. He'll live.]
Re: action.
[Furiosa gives him a side glance as she starts to undo the buckles on her prosthetic, her expression going carefully blank. She turns her attention more to her arm as she answers.]
Don't need it.
['Don't like it' would have been more accurate.]
action.
He doesn't even need to say his opinion on that; just gives her a side-eye that says, and I quote:
'UH-HUH SUUUUURE YOU DON'T.']
Re: action.
[She valiantly ignores him for as long as it takes to remove the prosthetic and hang it over the back of the chair. Eventually, though, she has to acknowledge him, and sighs heavily. Max, you have loud expressions.]
It's too much of a reminder. [But then she adds, knowingly,]
What's your excuse?
action.
Mm. Reminder.
[He fans out a hand, the fingers like bars when he puts it over his face.]
Never said I was a good role-model.
action.
[Driving cars can only distract her for so long.]
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and then closes it promptly, looking away. Mild guilt.]
Yeah.
At least we can get supplies. Fuel, masks, spare parts.
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At least there's that. [A beat,] You think we'll need the masks outside of this planet?
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We never know what'll be important down the road. From place to place.
This place is... [he licks his lips, considering the wording] a commodity. Good for our machines and other materials. Their world's broken, but not so broken that there isn't a, ah... benefit.
Re: action.
[She sets her clean shirt aside and works to loosen the black girdle, letting Max's words sink in. He was right, at least this world hadn't devolved into the madness that theirs had. At least there were resources, and industry, and, well. Peace.]
Might as well take advantage of it while we're here.
[The girdle off, she let's herself breathe in deeply and sit heavily in a chair. The effects of going without a mask are finally starting to wear her down. She tries to push through it, to be stronger than the poison.]
I wonder if I cold get one of those ATVs.
action.
S'what I was thinking.
Could be useful for, um. Planets with bad terrain.
action.
Do you have any ideas for how to get one?
action.
Could work for it. Offer our skills, receive one as a payment. Don't think they'll cost us more than that... wouldn't hurt to get on the -- people's, good side here.
Re: action.
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Been working on jeeps for a small shop. Could ask them.
[... You alright, Furiosa? You should lay down, missy.]
Re: action.
She's not.She stands again and puts her back towards Max as she changes. There were times it still felt like a luxury - oddity, almost - to be able to change into clean clothes. Even showering on a regular basis was a new concept, but not one she overused. It was an odd feeling to be clean like that, like how they'd arrived, and there was something comforting about a thin layer of grime.][She tosses her old shirt into the hamper and leans against the desk for a moment. SHe makes a mental note not to venture out again until she's over ... whatever this is ... and then allows herself to sink back into the chair.]
Good. Jeeps are good. What's their towing capability?
action.
Good enough. Probably a ton.
[... He raises a brow at her, but still -- no comment.]
Re: action.
She likes big rigs and she cannot lie.She nods, thinking. Max may be thinking about irregular terrain, but Furiosa's mind is on towing goods to and from the ship. It could give the First Breath a cutting edge.]I think that'll work. [She reaches up to rub the back of her neck, massaging over the brand and the augment - the area around which is slightly hot to the touch. She's beginning to wonder about her decision to wander around maskless.] Have you had any problems on the surface?
action.
Problems?
[pretty broad word there furiosa
he can find 45984350 problems with something]
Re: action.
[She doesn't know if it's because she's acknowledging it now, becoming more aware of the scope of her symptoms, or if it's just the natural progression of the illness, but the longer they go she's starting to feel more and more off from the effects of the poisoned air. So far she's resisting as much as she can. She stands and starts to pull the girdle back on. As long as she's still able to stand, she's still able to work.]
action.
You feel sick, don't you.
Re: action.
[She winces slightly. Even if she wasn't as stubborn as Max, she still didn't like being incapacitated, and admitting she might be on her way to it left a sour taste in her mouth.]
I feel ... off.
[She finishes cinching her girdle and takes a few moments to breathe.] Do you?
action.
Mmhmmm... so you're getting sick.
[He knows better than that, Furiosa, don't be like that.]
I was. Got real sick for a day.
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