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My name is Max. ([personal profile] theroadwarrior) wrote in [community profile] driftfleet2016-03-31 05:49 pm

voice. totally not calling for help only yes he is

Who: Max and FDR ([personal profile] 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?]

dancingmd: (coffee and croissants)

[personal profile] dancingmd 2016-04-30 02:59 am (UTC)(link)
[She cocks an eyebrow and responds just as dryly.]

Just call it intuition.
dancingmd: (doctoring)

[personal profile] dancingmd 2016-05-02 12:08 am (UTC)(link)
Of course. Whenever you're ready.

[She stands, brushes off her hands, and waits, ready to assist if he needs it, but giving him the space to get up on his own if he can.]
dancingmd: (captain crusher)

[personal profile] dancingmd 2016-05-07 03:40 pm (UTC)(link)
[It takes everything in her not to reach out, to let him lean on her, but she resists her natural impulses and instead walks slowly beside him, watchful. To keep her emotions at bay, she focuses instead on the scientific: how much weight he can put on that leg, the turn of his step as he walks, the way he's breathing. Every detail works together to put a bigger picture in her mind of how they can tackle this issue long-term, preferably without surgery. Though thanks to Wrath, she has already put a plan into the works to build a surgical suite. Compared to Wrath's spinal surgery, knee surgery should be fairly simple.

Should be.

When they reach the shuttle, Beverly opens the door, then gestures for Max to climb in.]


After you.
dancingmd: (captain's chair)

[personal profile] dancingmd 2016-05-08 11:56 pm (UTC)(link)
[It never occurred to her that letting him go first might trigger his paranoia: she only did it in case something happened, so she would be right there to catch him (But then, even if she was going to hurt him, it would not be this way. She always fights head on).

As soon as he falls into the passenger seat, she climbs in after him and pulls the door shut behind her. She double checks the latch, then takes her own seat in the pilot's chair.]


Buckle in. The ascent might get a little bumpy.
dancingmd: (captain crusher)

[personal profile] dancingmd 2016-05-10 12:35 am (UTC)(link)
[And she would fight him right back on that. He may know cars but she knows starships - a fact that becomes obvious as they take off. Despite her warning, the ride is as smooth as any can be coming out of a planet's atmosphere. Once they're in space, she doesn't go anywhere quite yet.]

Do you want to go back to your ship or do you want to come to the Blue Fish. I can make sure you aren't disturbed while you rest.
dancingmd: (listening)

[personal profile] dancingmd 2016-05-11 02:05 am (UTC)(link)
[She expected as much. No doubt the familiarity makes him feel more secure. So she simply nods and heads for his ship and doesn't try to make any conversation on the way there. However, once there, she does insist on getting out and walking in with him and making sure he gets to his quarters safely.]