My name is Max. (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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driftfleet2016-08-10 11:02 pm
theroadwarrior) wrote in driftfleet2016-08-10 11:02 pm
text. he sells seashells by the seashore
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.]
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.]
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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
Really, Max.
She's fighting the urge to break into giggles. Not from the offer, mind. Just... the way you're offering.]
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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.]
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... Would like a drink.
[Not that he trusts not to watch you make it, but hey, he rationalizes that you'd probably never poison him! And also... she already knows how to deal with him plenty well, for someone who has less memories of him than he of her.]
Just one.
[She may notice that the rare occasion he does come by... yeah, it's always just one drink.]
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[The man likes control. She gets it. Not everyone is blessed with a monstrous constitution. As to who knows better by now, well... she got a nice window into his past, there. It colours a lot of how she deals with him now.
Plus it helps she doesn't remember he kicked her in the gut. Sliding across a glass topped near to the brim.]
Here you go. How long did it take you to collect all that?
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I lose track easily.
[... Yeah, he loses track of just about all time.
He figures you know him well enough to not be surprised.]
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Didn't want to get surprised by giant sand monsters.
Figured it's a, ah. Possible concern, some places.
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Always looking on the bright side, aren't you.
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Hn. Not getting eaten by giant sand monsters is a bright side, isn't it?
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Well, when you put it like that. Good point.
[She snags the bag of seashells, resting it gently behind the counter and going through its surface contents with the tip of one finger.]
...these are really pretty.
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Aesthetically pleasing.
But Max also thinks a not-so-rusted car is
prettyaesthetically pleasing, so.]Figured you'd appreciate them. Far away from home.
[He thinks it looks nicer than the shells. Erm. A content look, anyway.]
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I'll string 'em up back in my room. Probably no shrapnel bombs in the works, though.
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Y'know, a victory.]
Your loss.
I'll make up for it.