First Breath Mingle

[kill_switch]

Who: First Breath crew and visitors
Broadcast: n/a
Action: First Breath
When: Month of October

[It's a mingle! For visitors and crew alike!]

Comments

Re: In the cockpit

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[Furiosa leans back against the console and watches him for a moment. There's a comforting familiarity about tinkering: it reminded her of the War Rig, those long, careful hours she had spent installing her kill switch and ferreting away weapons with thoughts of going home.]

Any luck, yet?

Re: In the cockpit

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Nothing yet ... [Tyrion murmured, tilting his head to the side, as he kept switching to different wavelengths.] Ever hopeful, though. How does it look -- ah - out there.

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[She looks over the console, flips a couple switches.] Pretty standard. Are we looking for anything in particular?

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We are looking for something like ... a radio signal. Something that we could not get through the regular Atroma channels. [He stated, listening in carefully.]

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[She glances down at him, then watches the communication panel for any anomalies. Without a communications augment, she's not likely to find much more than him.] How long have you been at it?

[tallasaking]

[Tyrion glanced up at her, one corner of his mouth lifting up. The engineering augment only gets him so far, honestly.]

This? A few hours. I have to of course - take breaks for food, my other duties, my job ... at this point I am counting more on luck then any skill of mine.

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I don't expect you to do it nonstop. [She grins lightly at him. She knew she could be a little harsh when shit needed to get done, but their lives weren't exactly on the line.] Hold it -- try that again, I think I saw a blip.

[She couldn't really be sure if it was a legitimate ping or just another ship broadcast, but since she was here it was worth inspecting.]

[tallasaking]

I would hope not. I still need to eat, after all. Sleep, one and awhile. [He gave her a sly little smile, before he flipped back.]

There? Or further back?

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Deprivation builds character. [A sly grin back, because she's joking, can he tell, but it's short lived as she focuses on the display.]

There, right there ... [She focuses in on the frequency for a moment, and for a moment something comes through, but it's just the chatter from another ship. She sighs and settles back.] False alarm.

[tallasaking]

Mmmm, so I've heard. I've also heard deprivation creates greed, so it could go either way. [He smirked back at her, before he nods at the display in turn.]

[Another sigh himself.] You know ... I might just have to rebuild the console down in my workroom. See if I can duplicate what happened.

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Enough of it, yes. [She doesn't quite have the same spirited reply. Has it been so long that she's started to forget about the Groundfeeders? What it was like to have been at the whim of Immortan Joe? She frowns, for a moment caught up in her own thoughts and almost missing Tyrion's comment.]

[This place was making her soft.]

Hm? Oh, yeah, that sounds like a good idea. Do you need help setting it up?

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[Tyrion's mis-matched eyes narrowed on Furiosa, as she seemed to drift off for a moment. Where, he was not sure, but it was a dark place and he'd better drag it out of it.]

Absolutely, I'm not lugging all the equipment I'll need by myself.

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[She takes a breath and nods, appreciating his attempt to bring her back to the present.]

Just let me know when and where I'm needed.

[tallasaking]

You're always needed - but once we go through the next planet ... I'll need your strength. Plus your height.

[He crooked a smile at him.]

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[She crooks a smile back at him.] You got it.

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[He smirked at her again, and mocked another salute.] Shall I let you get back to your other duties, Captain?

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Yeah, I should ...

[She gets up and heads out, stopping for a moment at the doorway.]

No more salutes. I am not that kind of a leader.