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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[kill_switch]

It's ... been an adjustment, but, it's welcome. I would want to be back home, I've got unfinished business.

What about you? What did you leave behind?

[poisoninmypocket]

[That, at least, is a sentiment he can appreciate.]

In my life before my reality crumbled? My wife, my dearest friend, and my family's estate. I'm the last living heir and the chief officer of my family's banking house.

In Between? I've left friends and lovers, a world only half-rebuilt, mysteries that remain unsolved, my oath to discover the truth of our circumstances, and desperate people in desperate need. I do worry what may happen. We stood upon the cusp of a dramatic moment, a door into another realm was to be opened, one beyond the reach of even the Avatar of Absolute Truth.

[kill_switch]

[That's a lot to take in, and Furiosa is respectfully quite for a moment as she processes it and gives it the gravity it deserves.]

And then you find yourself here. I've heard rumors that time stops while we're here?

[poisoninmypocket]

I'm not so very certain I can believe that when the time I knew in my own home was said to have stopped forever, and places like this are not uncommon. There is another Avatar, her domain is Reality. She can create realities like this that are nothing more than stories--dreams.

[kill_switch]

I guess we'll just find out when the time comes.

[poisoninmypocket]

Indeed. Until then, I suppose we might well enjoy the new company we have. [There's a rueful quality to Monty's tone.]

Do you plan to record the history of this place for yourself?

[kill_switch]

Maybe. At least, my experiences in it. I'm not exactly what you'd call a History Woman myself.

[poisoninmypocket]

What sort of woman would you call yourself, then, Ms. Furiosa?

[kill_switch]

I wouldn't.

[It's in instinctual response, thinking of her world and where she spent the majority of it.]

No, I take that back. I'm a Vuvalini, from Swaddle Dog Clan.

[poisoninmypocket]

[That first reply gets a raise of Monty's brows. The second isn't terribly informative for someone who knows nothing of her world, though.]

You'll forgive me, but is a Vuvalini a profession among your clansmen?

[kill_switch]

No. It is our people. We are warriors. Survivors.

[That's as simply as she can put it.]

[poisoninmypocket]

Warriors. I see. [That would explain her rather rugged appearance, he supposes.] I'm sure you can tell that I'm not much of a warrior, myself, but I am a survivor. I suppose we all have our ways about it.

May I ask, did you wish to share more of your clan's history here? That it might be recorded for whatever annals exists.

[kill_switch]

[She pauses for a moment. The idea of delving into her own personal history and putting it out there, and she wasn't sure if she's ready for that kind of vulnerability. But, the Vuvalini are worth remembering. The Green Place is worth remembering.]

I hadn't thought about it, but ... someday.

[poisoninmypocket]

Perhaps you might like to start with a personal journal? I find writing down thoughts and experiences can be very cathartic when reflecting on... difficult things.

[kill_switch]

I've never considered anything like that. But, the resources here are a more available than my own world.

I might give it a try.

[poisoninmypocket]

I'll bid you well in that endeavor if you undertake it, then, Ms. Furiosa. And if you'd ever like to share the history of your people aloud, please know that I should be available to listen. A sympathetic ear can help with the harder memories.

[And he always likes having leverage, even if he's doesn't use it.]