Action - Iskaulit/Video - open

[kill_switch]

Who: Furiosa and you
Broadcast: Video
Action: Iskaulit
When: throughout the week

[Furiosa is more or less fully recovered from her ordeal on the snowy mountain. There's a lingering cough, and stiffness where she'd been banged up from the avalanche, but she's out and about and on the move. She's come to the gardens for a little bit of exercise, helping tend to the plants, while getting some quiet reflection and time around green things. She's still missing a replacement prosthetic while Tyrion works her up a new one, but it doesn't seem to slow her down any.]

[She spends some time just walking around the ship and seeing what other establishments have been popping up. She might stop in the Málum for a drink and a bite to eat.]

[Eventually she ends up back at the gardens for a rest and takes a seat with her back against a tree. She's playing through the audio file Atroma had left her a while ago - twelve hours of ambient truck noises. She's been thinking a lot about home, lately, and remembered Miss Giddy and how she was instrumental in getting Furiosa and the Wives the chance to escape.]

We had History Men and Women in my world; people with the past written out on their skin, stories always on their tongue, full of wisdom and ... and inner sort of strength they gave to others.

[In some small way, Furiosa has felt the need to fill that role here; in as much giving strength to others. The story telling? Not so much, and the physical branding ... she had enough of that with Immortan's symbol at the back of her neck.]

How did you share your history, in your world?

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[survivalistcookbook]

[Now there's a good one. One Eugene finds himself mulling over once he hears it, turning over his knee-jerk response and asking himself how well it answers the actual inquiry. Because he almost replies to tell her how they store history, how they compile and spread and preserve it.

But that's not quite the question, is it.]

I guess it's scattered.

[He gives a short shrug, and doesn't think too much about how that moves the history spilling from under his short shirtsleeves, inked words and flowers and blocky curls of red-black-blue]

In the part of my world that I lived in, it's mostly shared with children, and anyone who wants to seek it out once they're older. Mostly people learn the big histories, world history. We have teachers and scholars who interpret our records of what's happened until now. They study the records, and try to convey the truest history that they can.

[kill_switch]

Sounds like there's a lot of people dedicated to it ... [The idea of world history, universal histories, as Eugene mentioned it; big histories, is something she's still trying to wrap her head around. She knew it existed, but in her world, there had been no real need to delve into the deep and expansive pasts; there was too much danger to focus on in the immediate vicinity; history, then, was a luxury.]

Is there a need to know what happened in the past?

[survivalistcookbook]

. . . I think it puts you in a stronger position, at least.

[Need, he doesn't know how to answer. Hell, a few years ago he might have said that he needed both his legs - but then he got along well enough for years, back home, with nothing past his thigh but empty air. It's easier now than it was then, even with one foot in a shoe and the other a thick metal curl, and he thinks maybe it's something like that. Even if you don't need it, even if you can get where you're going without it, you'd probably still rather have something that does that job.]

The thought is that you understand where you are better, once you know how you got there. Once you know history, you can start to see patterns, and you have a better chance of knowing when a bad pattern's coming if you can spot the usual warning signs. Or if you already have a problem, knowing how people solved similar problems in the past can help you figure out your current situation.

[kill_switch]

I never thought of it that way. I guess it makes sense, if you've got enough history like what you're implying.

[So much of her world was lost in the sand and rubble, she tried to imagine what possible history was lost under the dunes.]

[survivalistcookbook]

It feels that way, but like I said, that's the world I come from. I guess I don't really have a basis of comparison. I'd never heard of a History Man - or Woman.

[It's a concept he thinks there must be parallels to, but the title itself doesn't ring any bells.]

How many of them are there, where you come from?

[kill_switch]

One, that I'm aware of. I'm sure there are more in other settlements.

[survivalistcookbook]

Wow. Just one.

[It's hard to think of. Just one historian for a whole human settlement. Though hey. The way his own world is going, maybe they'll end up in the same situation.]

You don't have a lot of contact with other settlements, I take it?

[kill_switch]

There aren't a lot of settlements left. There were three within driving distance - the Citadel, Gastown, and Bulletfarm, but you had to deal with the Buzzard bandits out in the ravines. You didn't make those trips easily or lightly.

[survivalistcookbook]

Has it always been like that?

[That's not too much history to ask, maybe. Hopefully.]

[kill_switch]

[She's quiet for a moment as she tries to think about how to answer that.]

Yes. Pretty much as long as I can remember.