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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Re: open | finally his work in october pays off (depending on who you ask)

[kill_switch]

Of course Furiosa is stopping by to check up on Max. He'd been through a lot, and she knows how stubborn he can be about recovery. And, maybe, she just wants to sit with him, still unsettled by the thought that he was almost successfully taken. It'd been close, and every time she thinks about the sight of him hanging upside down like she'd found him, her stomach drops as she's reminded of Immortan Joe's Citadel. She needed a reminder they'd succeeded, to see him happy and healthy (or, as close to happy and healthy as Max would ever get) to push out the sour visions.

The music coming through the cargo bay catches her attention almost immediately, since she associates him with silence more than anything. She finds a wall to lean against while she listens to it, curious, a small, bemused smile creeping over her features.

"Hey.finally got it working?"

[theroadwarrior]

Admittedly, while he's found good revelations about his capture, he's also been a bit skittish — as to be expected, one supposes, for dealing with something that had scarred him so outwardly back home. The tattoo burns a hole through him sometimes, makes him feel like it can always be seen by the naked eye.

He startles only minutely, connecting her voice with her name without delay.

Glancing back, he relaxes, nods. He's still a sad sight, but he's infinitely better not hanging by his ankles. "Mm, yeah. Took me a while. You, ah. Wanna see?" It's entertainment, at least. Something rarely found in their world. Antiques of the old world, they are.

[kill_switch]

Yeah.

[There's no easy way to approach Max, especially given current circumstances, and Furiosa had made it a point to hang back until invited. She pushes off and makes her way over, but before focusing her attention on the record player, she makes sure she catches his eye and gingerly rests her hand on his shoulder.]

[of anyone here, she knows how deep these scars go. Her own brand sometimes burns and itches add if it were newly applied. This whole situation had it acting up more than usual.]

You want me to stay here for a while?

[He didn't need it, his crew was here, but they had an understanding and she at least wanted to offer herself, for silent emotional support if nothing else.]

[theroadwarrior]

[He looks at her, seemingly at ease, and gives a small nod.]

F'you want.

There's a box of records, f'you want to see, uh. If you like anything.

[He flicks his fingers through said record box, moving through each vinyl disc.]

Some of these're familiar. From before the fallout.

[The complete fallout, anyway. Max was lucky to have known any of this.

Most places in Australia had long since fallen, by the time home was wiped out.

He'd been gone before then, of course.]

[kill_switch]

[That settles it. She'll stick around for a few days until he gets his feet under him. She'll have to let Tyrion know, but she can do that later.]

[For now, he catches her attention with mention of the fallout. She hadn't known anything else; either it happened when she was too young to retain memories or possibly before she was even born. Maybe the ruins were new when she was growing up in the Green Place, but the world that came before was almost alien to her.]

[She peers over his shoulder into the record box, looking at the covers and the people, their clothes, the surroundings.] What about that one?

[She's basing it solely off of the cover]

[theroadwarrior]

[... He appreciates it; he may have a hard time explaining that, saying that, but he's always been one more for action than for dialogue. It's clear by the slight smile that plays on his face, that sort of thankful relief that guides him into an easier conversation with her. He takes the record she's pointed out, turning it in his hands. It reminds him of Jessie instantly, reminds him of her feigning completely seriousness when she would lip-sync to a song in particular. For once in his long and miserable existence after his family, there isn't a terrible, gaping wound where the memory cuts at him. For once, it's not a dream that's vivid and leaves him pining.

Lost in his past for a moment and forgetful of the man he is now, he grins at Furiosa, full and boyish.]

This is a pretty good one.

[He plays it, and feels alright for a moment. There's a life to it that he'd mostly lost the feeling for, a life that felt all but gone forever after the end of normal civilization. These don't really exist anymore back home. They do here. It's something special.]

[kill_switch]

[For a moment Furiosa is not quite sure what she's looking at, the way Max smiles - genuinely smiles. It's certainly not anything she had ever expected to see, and there's a fraction of a second where she wonders if he suffered some minor brain damage.]

[But then the music plays and she realizes she's getting to see a rare rare glimpse of the original Max; whoever he was before the Wasteland, before the Citadel and whatever hells he's been through before their meeting. She smiles back, and starts moving a little bit to the music - not dancing, but bobbing her head in appreciation of its joyful noise. It reminded her of moments in the Green Place; hazy, distant memory tucked away and guarded so fiercely they were hard to recover with any amount of clarity, but the feeling was there; happy, safe and secure, carefree. Things that she had to avoid in the name of survival. Things she had hoped on bringing to the Citadel. They were here, and more importantly they were most notable in the people and relationships around them.]

[theroadwarrior]

[He blinks, surprised.

But the slight smile holds for a moment longer before he turns it away, lets it melt a little until he's more along the lines of himself.]

... You can listen to it anytime you want.

[Max is fickle with his things.

But not with Furiosa.]

[kill_switch]

Thanks.

[No, it was never going to be a lasting moment, but Furiosa is glad she was around to see it happen.]

I'll keep an eye out for more records.

[theroadwarrior]

Don't know if they'll be easy to find.

Might've been one in a billion.

[He hums, and seems to wonder if he should say something.]

... Thanks.

[He did it! :|b

So proud, using such nice words.]