Imperator Furiosa (
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driftfleet2016-09-28 01:40 pm
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Action - Iskaulit/Video - open
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?
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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After her post, though, he can't help but have memories of home get him wistful, too.
He wanders over, hands in his pockets, sheepish.]
You'll have a lot of history to keep track of.
For the Citadel.
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[She looks up at him with a small, crooked smile. She'd scared herself, too, truth be told; Warboys and sandstorms she can handle but caught out in the snow like that ... there were a few moments she didn't think she was coming back from it. Everything else was a little hazy, she might have imagined Max holding her close to keep her warm after the girl had found her.]
You think ink is a good look for me?
[She shifts a little so there's room next to her against the tree if he wants it.]
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He cocks his head to the side and considers it, though. And tries not to scan her body to imagine it, because — that'd be just weird, Max, don't do that.]
Think you could make anything look good.
[............... He didn't mean for that to be flattery on the edge of flirtation.
But you know him, he's oblivious.]
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You know what, maybe I should. At least, some things from home. [Names, she's thinking. The Wives, Valkyrie.] I've already been here a year, who knows how long it'll be before I get back. There are more than a few people I don't want to forget.
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Might be a way to remember people here, too. For when you go home.
[He figures... this place... it's worth remembering.
People here. Like for him, remembering people from the Tranquility...]
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[Speaking of which,] When I was out in the snow, after the avalanche ... I remembered a girl. I think she saved me.
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The girl. She has, um. Powers.
Pulled a knife on her once. And almost hit her with a wrench.
[A pause.]
But she surprised me.
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[Not surprised Max was threatening little girls.] Let her know I appreciated her help.
I'm not ever going out in the snow again if I can help it.
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Not really warming up to it. I'd rather sweat in the sun.
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I'm with you there.