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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[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.]