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[kill_switch]

Who: Max and Furiosa (and Katie!)
Broadcast: n/a
Action: Saavy trials and fail
When: This weekend

[It didn't take much to convince Furiosa which faction she belonged in. Moxie was tempting, Spirit something of an enigma, but Savvy felt like her people. While there was something unsavory about having to rely on survival instead of living life up, it was deeply ingrained; instinctual and second nature. Not having to explain herself for her eccentricities of hoarding foodstuffs, hiding weapons, checking over her shoulder in an empty corridor.]

[Upon expressing interest in aligning with Savvy, she was immediately assigned her survival tasks, and as she's heading out to the wilderness to complete them, she runs into another Fleet member who, frankly, she would have been surprised not to see.]

Max, I imagined I'd find you here.

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[Katie lets Furiosa slump down over her shoulder, staggering a little under the weight-- she's small. But her arms come up under Furiosa's, not quite long enough to do more than pat at her back in an attempt to be reassuring. She can't take proper hold, but it's enough.

She has enough glamour to make the distance now. She jumps. They leave the ground in a small puff of snow, and the air is even more bitterly cold up away from the ground, shearing into the wind. It's almost like flying, except for the fact they curve up into the sky and then down, crashing down into the snow not far from where she left Max.

It doesn't hurt at all, though.]