Open | A Monthly Starstruck Mingle!!

[theroadwarrior]

Who: The SS Starstruck's crew and visitors...!
Broadcast: N/A
Action: Aboard the SS Starstruck
When: November 1st—31st!

Everyone get your mingle on for November! This is a quick post for the Starstruck, have at it.

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[noprophecies]

[it's charming, at least to her. And she does deserve it]

Is almost twenty-nine old?

[theroadwarrior]

[Dryly:]

Very old.

[noprophecies]

[without missing a beat:]

Goodness, that must mean that you are practically ancient.

[theroadwarrior]

[He quirks his brow.]

I can be. Back home, m'considered lucky.

People get sick early.

... Could be radioactive, though.

[He's never really looked into it. But if it is killing him, it's at least slowly.]

[noprophecies]

I don't know what that word means.

[but she knows about getting sick early, having spent her younger years sick all the time. Her smile doesn't budge]

I am young for my kind, but not many live to be my age, either. So I suppose I am both, in a sense.

[theroadwarrior]

... I see.

[He hums, then looks at his hands.]

Radioactive means... poisoned. There was... a poisoning, uh. Of the earth.

Lot of people sick, lot dead. Got lucky, I guess.

[He's seen both the least painful and absolute worst effects of it, firsthand.

It's nightmare fuel, to be sure.]

[noprophecies]

Ah . . . your desert.

[she can't picture the earth being sick. The effects it would have on her own world would be catastrophic - much like his]

I would say you are incredibly lucky, then.

[theroadwarrior]

Mn, my desert.

[Not the best place in the world, but it's home. Terrible, awful, avoidable, hot, sweaty, miserable home. The one he's still torn about. Max is a complicated soul forged from the fires of the place.]

Luck's about all you work with.

...

And ahm, handmade bombs.


N'guns.

[noprophecies]

Guns. [the face she makes is entirely disgusted] Though I suppose it is necessary . . .

[theroadwarrior]

[He taps the raised skin on his neck.]

Guns or this.

[The Wives would disagree. Furiosa would understand more, even if she longed for what the Wives had in mind; maybe there's a place for making a new world, but it would not be without defending that beautifully implausible idea.

Max will let them dream, though.]

[noprophecies]

Mmm. I understand.

[and she does, as much as she doesn't like the more modern weapons. Though her own biases are entirely personal and not much more]