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may-time mingling (starstruck!)

Who: Starstruck crew + visitors
Broadcast: N/A
Action: Aboard the Starstruck!
When: The merry merry month of May

[ there's been a tiny regime change and doubtless some debriefing after that masquerade! have at it, starstruckers. mingle away! ]

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[Max comes to find her, not because of her message — of course he listens to it, and of course he responds with the usual Max response of just humming and tucking the information away for later (hardly gonna congratulate her for being a captain in a complicated prison life, but you know how it is). No, he comes to her later of his own accord, looking unsure of himself. Truth be told, and from what she's likely seen in the last few days, he's been having one of his poorer weeks; restless, distant, quiet. In fact, he hasn't spoken more than five words to her since, what, Saturday? Sunday? He was a bit of a mess.

Anyway. He breaks his troubling silence today. Thankfully.]

...

Um. Captain.

[He looks like a vampire in old lore, needing permission to wander into her room.]

[ aha. he comes to her of her own accord -- she likes that. there has come a point in their tumultuous friendship where peggy decides she can't chase down his bad moods, but he must bootstrap himself out of them. so when he arrives on her door's threshold, she suppresses a pleased smile. he may likely be here for any reason -- perhaps a pressing one -- but the point is that he's here.

with a dull scrape of her chair against the floor, she leaves her desk. she stands. and she gestures him inside with a brisk flick of her hand. ]

Yes?

[He walks in, but like usual, he looks uncomfortable in his own skin when he does. Going into people's areas has always been a weird thing for him; it took him a lot to even begin to start hiding out in Furiosa's room. In fact, it took punching a doctor in the eye and having a mini-freak out.

At any rate, he rubs the back of his neck.]

... Someone from my world arrived here.

[Might as well jump right to it.]

[ and while peggy certainly values her privacy, she has her policies. when her door is shut, she means to be alone. unbothered. but so long as it stands open, as it does today, she welcomes people -- perhaps because her notion of an 'area' is less spatial and more circumstantial.

in any case, she doesn't bother inviting him to sit. he'll sit if he wants do, and she rather doubts he wants to. ]

Someone good, or someone bad?

[ a simple question for a distinction that is anything but. ]

... Good.

Her name's Angharad. She's... one of the girls, from — the Fury Road. Furiosa and I were taking them somewhere better. [Despite the fact that she's good, he looks... uncomfortable. Worried. Anxious. Since her arrival, he's kind of had to re-face opinions of himself, from his own mind. Ghosts are noisy, as of late.] Wanted to tell you. So you could...

[He licks his lip, shifting on his feet. Asking people for things is still hard.]

Keep an eye out for her, too.

Make sure she's... okay.

... Safe.

[ ... someone for whom he cares. and he's asking her to extend care of her own. peggy purses her lips and considers the name. angharad -- unfamiliar, perhaps of some foreign origin. but in a world where someone can be equally named furiosa, she supposes nothing should surprise her now.

but whoever she is, she's one of the souls max had worked so hard to save -- according to furiosa. peggy is prepared to accept his request outright, but she takes her time. she wants him to see her thinking about the task, rather than taking it on as instinct. ]

Yes. I'll do that. If she doesn't mind a friend. Do you know which ship she's been shuffled onto?

[He is asking that of her, and trust him, it's not easy. But if there's anyone outside of Furiosa he'd trust with this, it'd be Peggy. He nods quietly, apparently in humble silence. Having someone else — someone more reliable than him — keep an eye out for Angharad is good, too. It's certainly giving her better odds than with the likes of him, no matter how much he'll focus on the task. Three pairs of eyes, better.]

The Pathstone.

[He wonders, only briefly, if he should tell Peggy more. But that's all Angharad's business; it's not his to divulge. So all he can do is show in his own way that she matters a great deal to him. More than he'd like. It's hard to explain it, but Max feels responsible. Feels like he once again failed to protect a mother and her child. It repeats, god it does, and he wonders briefly if it's some higher power punishing him for his weakness.

He glances away. Despite coming to her and finally talking, he still seems... anxious. Like the walls are going to consume him, drag him in.]

She's... good. You'll like her.

Got a good head on her shoulders. Smart girl.

[ she hardly needs more.

having taken certain measure of max's maze-like character, it's enough to know he feels compelled to ask for her help in this task. it's enough to know he would, indeed, trust her with something that may very well be precious to him. she taps her fingers along her elbow. ]

I'll find a reason to visit. Shouldn't be so difficult.

[A nod. He trusts Peggy to be watchful, helpful, friendly. Not too smothering. And he feels like... perhaps, from what he's seen of Angharad, they would have surprisingly similar tastes. Or at the very least, Peggy reminds him faintly of Angharad, with their shared determination and stubbornness and no-sense demeanor.]

Don't even know if she... Hmmm... Likes me all that much.

[The anxious look is a bit more humorous, as he tries to find a nice way to put it.]

Was kind of... myself... around her back home.

...

Lot of dirty looks then.

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Duly noted, but -- [ she allows for the smallest of smiles. ] But I promise I can find it in my heart to give her all the help she might want despite her possible distaste for you.

[ she knows that's not what max had been trying to explore with that statement. but it's so silly -- she can't help but underline how very much she doesn't care about what others think. max's value must come from max himself, and not what others read him to be.

half the problem, really. ]

[... He quirks an eyebrow.

Peggy, pls.]

Must be such a difficult feat.

Utterly mountainous. [ you're stuck with her. ] But I'll dig deep and find the resolve within myself to persevere, regardless. Hell, I may even come 'round to her way of thinking in time.

[Ha.]

M'calling custody of the dog, then.

Bollocks. We'll let the dog choose.

[ she is so losing the dog isn't she. ]

Only way you'd win is putting treats in your pockets.

[........ Even Max knows.

Dog's too taught.]

Done. I'm not above cheating.

Huh.

Good. You're part wastelander. Hope for you yet.

Really? [ she smiles. ] Should I feel flattered or horrified?

Probably the latter.

But... That saying, hm. "S'the thought that counts."

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