voice. totally not calling for help only yes he is

[theroadwarrior]

Who: Max and FDR (bigvessel)
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: N/A (unless leads into it?)
When: The 31st (around 6:00 pm)

[Well. Max and FDR sure did fall down a mine shaft on the 29th. Lucky them, they finally found the route out of it (teamwork? shocking), but by then they'd been gone for about two days; it's only a blessing Max had thought to taken food and water supplies, however limited... not that it stayed down very well. Max and FDR are sick after their time switching masks between each other. And, uh. They look terrible.

Which is why when the feed turns on, it's voice — because he doesn't want to hear ceeeertain people point out that he should probably see a doctor. It's just a slight head wound and a lot of fat ugly bruises and scrapes from the tumble down into the cavernous area (and his knee, but who's keeping tabs but him?). He's actually calling on behalf of FDR, who you can hear bitching loudly in the background. Max coughs into his hand, and then addresses the network:]

Hey.

Fell down a mine shaft.

[YES MAX BECAUSE THAT IS HOW YOU INTRODUCE YOURSELF BACK ONTO THE NETWORK!

For people who know Max, these kinds of posts seem to be a goddamn pattern. He's a injury magnet, alright, even if it's not always him. He supposes he knows Nami's pain now, of having to call up the fleet to get someone help. He is sorry about that still btw Nami. As he hobbles tiredly out of FDR's reach like an overgrown desert tortoise, he continues:]

Be careful walking above ground; some of the old boards're eroding. FDR broke his lower leg on the way down -- ahm, ankle. Cut it open pretty bad, too. He'll probably need some strong antibiotics.

... Wasn't my fault this time.

[Because that bears saying, since the last time FDR got hurt around him, it was him specifically punching him in the face. And, you know, he punched a doctor in the eyeball recently.] 

We're north, outskirts of the forest; pretty exhausted, been down there for... hmm. A few days. I'd drag him the rest of the way, but I think there'd be complaints. Probably all from him --



[HUFF.]

Stop moving.

[He's clearly talking to the complaining agent who is trying to take Max's network device. And is currently unhappy with Max airing his personal life of falling into mine shafts for a living, we can only assume. He'll probably be all over your comments complaining too, because lbr they're both hopeless. At any rate, Max is hopeless, too; he's not about to ask for help himself. In fact, he plans to run off and tend to his own injuries in the privacy of his own ship bathroom. Nothing a good soak and a few heat packs can't solve, right?]

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[ video ]

[universal_charm]

<sub>[ He wants to say he's surprised. He's not spoken to Max, but he has spoken with FDR and... okay, he's a little surprised, but when he thinks about his crew have gone through stranger things than falling down mine shafts.

But from the sounds of it one of them might be hurt, so that should be addressed first. ]</sub>

Is he hurt? Or just being stubborn? What about you?

[ video ]

[theroadwarrior]

He's hurt. But not hurt enough to stop talking.

So he'll be fine.

[IS THAT NOT AN ACCURATE ASSUMPTION (it is).

And Max smoothly avoids any questions about himself, excusey.]

[video]

[ishere]

[ is this real life right now. here, have a fact about tadashi hamada: he's been in the fleet for over a year at this point and has never actually need to make use of any of his chip-implemented medical knowledge. he'd been pretty much convinced he wouldn't ever need to.

and then he just happens to be on his communicator with this feed goes live. ]

I can be in the shuttle in five minutes. Any other landmarks you can give me?

[video]

[theroadwarrior]

[Ah. The guy who fixed him a new knee brace before. After he held him hostage that one time.

That guy.

... He's aright.]

Mm. There's a small watch tower.

We're at a mine entrance... used to be boarded up, but we broke it down.

[video]

[nostraightlines]

[ The video is moving around, then settles on an image of Ramse raiding the med bay for supplies. He doesn't look at the communicator as he shoves bandages and painkillers into a bag. They'll call an actual doctor once they get back to the ship, he figures, but if FDR is bleeding they'll need something right away. And he's willing to bed that Meathead is hurt too. ]

I'm coming. How did you find a mineshaft to fall down, man?

[ It's rhetorical; this seems to be just Max's luck. ]

[video]

[theroadwarrior]

S'okay. Got someone bringing in a ship. But --

[He pauses, rubbing the back of his neck... very slowly, because his arms hurt.

Been a long time since he's been bone-weary.]

Don't suppose you know how to. Hm. Make heating pads?

[Because for once he just wants to crash into a chair and sleep. Being sick with the toxic air and being bruised to hell with a messed up knee? He needs a little vacation. He sounds completely reluctant to ask for the help though; he's not one to ask for it, period. Not unless he knows he's in deep shit.

But, you know. Heating pads. Isn't a big deal, right? He can pay the guy back.

Clean up the debt.]

[theshabbiestofmen]

Do you need help?

[He asks only because others seem to be on it, and he can't imagine Max would want a giant rescue party. He can't imagine Max would like anything much, honestly, but that's not the point.]

[theroadwarrior]

[He sighs OH SO UNHAPPILY.]

Maybe only help throwing him back in.

Video

[kill_switch]

[This face.]

Would you stop falling down things?

[She assumes you're fine.]

Video

[theroadwarrior]

[furiosa don't listen it's not what it seems

Okay, it's exactly what it seems.]

Can't help it. M'clumsy.

[Spoken oh-so-innocently. Wow.]

video »

[mucked]

[ SIGH. ]

So that's what FDR's garbled message was about. Hell, I'd thought he was making a particularly sauced second attempt at asking me to dance. [ her words trail off into a grumble of their own. peggy's more alert. she's worried. ]

Have you managed to arrange an evac, yet?

Voice forever

[theroadwarrior]

Mm. They should be coming to pick him up soon.

Should've done it myself; you probably would've thought the sky was falling.

[Look Peggy, he told a funny. So everything is good.]

[dancingmd]

[Ah yes, Mr. I-Can-Take-Care-of-Myself. Why is she not surprised?

Well, she knew she'd be seeing him again just maybe not quite so soon. When she gets the call from Kirk, she immediately loads up one of the shuttles with whatever supplies she might need, then flies to the appropriate coordinates, landing only a little away from where Max is waiting.

The shuttle sets down with a gentle thunk and not even a minute later, the door pops open and Beverly steps out and just...

Looks at Max, one hip cocked to the side, arms crossed, and eyebrows up.]

[theroadwarrior]

[Oh, great. He's so tired, goddammit, and now he's got the most persistent doctor on his tail. How frustrating. He staggers to his feet with a grumble, limping not towards Beverly, but a few steps toward -- the loooong trail back toward the rest of the city. Every step sends stabbing, awful pain through his knee joint, and the large, ugly bruises and muscle aches leave him discomforted, but he grits his clenched teeth and pushes through the pain.]

I told him I didn't need a doctor.

[The most bullheaded, frustrating patient.

Welcome.]

video

[bryces_pup]

[wow to be totally nonchalant about falling down a fucking MINE SHAFT, MAX.]

Maker's breath! A broken ankle and - are you injured, Max? Is anyone on their way to aid you two? I can come help get you two to a ship, at the very least.

oh she's so just getting voice right now

[bigvessel]

[Sorry Riona, he's definitely not looking his best at the moment.]

Hey there. [Said oh so tiredly. But how can he ignore that concern?] Aren't you sweet. Scared you missed your opportunity for those walks and bellyrubs? But we're-we're good. Think he's got someone coming for us.

voice all the way from both idiots

[theroadwarrior]

Ignore him, he's an idiot.

[Dryly. But he sighs.]

Everything's fine. He just needs a doctor. Some antibiotics. Should be coming soon.

voice

[dontthinkaboutelephants]

[Sorry, guys, he's laughing.

And laughing.] Seriously?

[Okay one more round of laughing.

Hahhhhh okay.] How's the leg, buddy? John, you hanging in there?

[Well, he has to make sure you guys are okay. He's not evil.]

voice

[theroadwarrior]

[Great. He would totally look unimpressed, if he had turned on video.

But then, he doesn't want Arthur to see what he looks like (hint: not that great).

So we all win.]

I'll be alright. He needs work done on the leg.

voice

[bigvessel]

[Really? Laughing? Heart of rock, Arthur. No wonder you have no friends. But, he's not really offended by it. He'd laugh if it was Arthur who fell too.]

I still got one that's good enough to kick your ass.

Video

[notmutantbutmiracle]

You fell down a what?!

[Yes, that is genuine concern in Wanda's voice. Wanda knows it's in her crewmate's nature to roam and explore whenever a new planet comes within range; however, before now, she had assumed he was able to look after himself.]

voice

[theroadwarrior]

... A mine shaft?

[Are you hard of hearing, Wanda. He never noticed before.]

video

[lord_wizard]

Powers. How did you manage that?

[He'd really like to know. He was sure Max had a better sense of self-preservation than this. Honestly...this is the kind of thing that would happen to him]

voice

[theroadwarrior]

... The wood they used to patch up the floor eroded. Aged.

Our weight broke it in and --

[He whistles a fading whistle, implying a fall.]

kerjack/voice

[bigvessel]

Dude, is it that weird to fall down a hole?