text. he sells seashells by the seashore

[theroadwarrior]

Who: Max and you!
Broadcast: Text
Action: Starstruck, Iskaulit bar
When: After deploying from the planeeet.
Note: If you have something you wanna do with Max that isn't re: this post, we can do a wildcard thing!

[Max has been relatively quiet since their stay on the planet. Maybe it's the whole hugging business leaving him even more vocal than before — maybe it's the fact that he had to shoot someone, which is kind of a reason to lay low. But hey, Max has stuff he can trade off, and he's not about to lose the opportunity just because he's an asocial hot mess. A text goes out, simple enough:]

got a lot of seashells in good shape. will trade them for scraps. metal. weapon parts, auto parts, anything else you have. 

might use them for explosives later otherwise. good for shrapnel.

[........ That's normal, right, making bombs. Bombs are very useful, guys. Um. Hrm.]

they look


nice.

[That means pretty, in restless Australian scavenger code. Attached is a photo. See.]



[One can find him on the Starstruck, pilfering through them to see which ones survived the trip back into space without incident.

Yeah, go ahead and imagine him on a beach collecting shells. It's embarrassing but it's true.

He's gonna be stopping by the bar, mostly to maybe offer Nami some. Maybe. He's not sure. Look, he already gave her something for her birthday, okay? If he keeps giving people stuff, he's gonna end up looking like a semi-decent dude, and we can't have that, can we. He can be found at the bar with a bag of aquatic-related goodies, his old dog Rock laying down near his feet. He's got an old conch in his hand that he's studying curiously before placing up against his ear. He almost looks kind of relaxed by it. Shockingly.]

Comments

starstruck!

[willynilly]

[Ochako's still getting a feel for the place, truth be told, and she hasn't met everyone yet, mostly thanks to so many of them being adults when she's used to being surrounded by her classmates. That coupled with the situation itself has made her a bit shy. Something about the pile of colourful shells laid out piques her interest, though, so she wanders over to have a look, eyes wide.]

Ahh, whoa! You found all of those on the beach!? They're really pretty!

[theroadwarrior]

[Guess who hasn't been keeping track of the roster, at... like... all.



He leans back from her with a bit of a jolt, like she might decide to bite his face or something.]

Uhm.

Who're you.

[willynilly]

[That's... quite a reaction! But okay, she'll roll with it. He didn't attack or yell at her, so it's fine.]

Oh, sorry! I'm Uraraka Ochako, I'm new here. What's your name?

[theroadwarrior]

[That's a mouthful, can't you just give, like, a nickname.

He looks her face up and down for a moment, squinting.]

Hn.

It's fine. [You asked a question. Let me just skip right over it, because introductions are still abundantly difficult for me. Cool. Thanks.] How new? Been... um, off the ship.

[For a few weeks. Ish. Eheh.]

[ video ]

[beardstrokes]

[ That's . . . odd. ]

How did you get so many? You don't strike me as the type.

[ video ]

[theroadwarrior]

... M'a scavenger. It's what I do.

[Don't make it sound so undignified and hobby-ish, okay!!!!

Gosh.]

Re: [ video ]

[beardstrokes]

Even things with no discernible value?

It sounds like you've changed.

[ video ]

[theroadwarrior]

[Scoff.]

Hardly.

[... A little.]

Everything has value if you use it right.

text.

[astrobleme]

[...]

Seashell explosives? Seriously?

text.

[theroadwarrior]

mmhmm

why not?

text.

[astrobleme]

What do you need explosives for??

text.

[theroadwarrior]

threats, danger, surprise attacks, enemy ambush.

pick a word that relates, works the same.

shouldn't get complacent in a place that never stays the same

[nugqueen]

Explosive seashells? That sounds exciting.

[Sign her up! Though that wouldn't be very stealthy of her to have those.]

Why not just make trinkets with them and turn a prophet?

[theroadwarrior]

[Finally, someone on his level.

But, what? He cocks his head slightly.]

Prophet?

[Sounds like something the old Citadel would be into.

... Among other fucked-up groups in the wastelands.]

meant profit my bad. my macbook has weird autocorrect fun...

[nugqueen]

Money - you could make money with it.

text »

[mucked]

[ she's like two rooms away and yet: ]

...Shrapnel? Good God, man.

text »

[theroadwarrior]

[omg, don't you start]

doubt god would mind if i used them sparingly

explosives are very useful for long distance or surprise retaliation

text »

[mucked]

Yes, but shells would make a poor showing. You'd barely graze a kitten.

[ oops she started. ]

text;

[noprophecies]

oh those would be good for shrapnel from a bomb

[Tempest no don't encourage him]

i do not have anything worth trading but would you accept services instead? i am a mage

text;

[theroadwarrior]

thought so too

mage as in magic? witchcraft??

text;

[noprophecies]

yes, as in magic

[namisan]

[Nami shakes her head at the message, but doesn't respond to it. You do you, Max.

But she will be on duty at the bar later on when he comes by, light bandage wrapped around one upper arm and serving people cheerfully enough, though to be honest she's not in the greatest of moods. She'll still offer him a faint smile when he comes in.]

Hey.

[theroadwarrior]

[........................... Ah.

Hey there, just the person he was looking for. He wordlessly pushes a small bag over to her, full of glimmering shells so very different from the norm. Interstellar travel leaves room for a lot of fun new sights.]

Here.

[That's how you say hello back, right? After a considerable pause where he isn't sure whether he'll add more to that one-word statement or not - ]

I have too many.

1/2

[namisan]

[....

Really, Max.

She's fighting the urge to break into giggles. Not from the offer, mind. Just... the way you're offering.]

[namisan]

Well, if you have too many, I'd be happy to take some off your hands. [She says it with a wide grin, but she is not giggling, okay. Instead, she reaches for some of the nicer stuff on tap.]

Drink on the house? As a thank you.

[Seriously. She's touched at the offer. She just. Knows saying as much might get a glare of death.]