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Who: Crew of the First Breath
Broadcast: N/A
Action: SS First Breath
When: February 3 and Onward!

The day that Tyrion played with the device

Anyone who comes to the First Breath that day will note that everyone on the crew is particularly ... elevated that day. In fact, it seems that they are in the middle of some sort of wild party. All kinds of things are happening - drinking, dancing, fighting, and lots and lots of emotional outbursts.

The rest of the days

Well, it's usually NOT crazy, and the ship was hardy damaged at all so it is already up to peak performance. Come and stop by for a visit!

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Furiosa

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Party Like A Warboy Cause A Warboy Party Don't Stop Until They Die Victorious On The Fury Road

[There are a lot of things Furiosa should be doing, in regards to still recovering from her concussion, and dancing with a bottle of wine is definitely not on her agenda. Or, throwing a punch when you try to confiscate it from her. Whatever is going on with the ship, she's ramped up like a rig on Nos.]

Any Other Day

[So shenanigans during Party Time set her back a bit. She'll almost exclusively be found resting in bed or asleep in her captain's chair after a walk (because she can't not get up and move). Brief outings to the kitchen are also expected, but she's dialed it in a lot.]

par-tayyyyyy

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[On one hand, Kaidan knows he should probably be more concerned that he feels about her behavior, but on the other hand...he isn't. The worry takes an intellectual second seat to his amusement at seeing her usually somber self up and about.]

Are you just feeling better today or did you get hit a little harder than we thought?

[He's smirking, but also eyeing the bottle of wine]

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Glitch

[Maybe he just woke up on the good side of the bed this morning, which honestly hasn't happened to him in...awhile. But as Kaidan sets out on his daily busy-work there's a certain bounce in the Spectre's step that he doesn't entirely second guess.

In the cargo hold, Kaidan's doing a little tidying up, which right now includes folding his very small load of laundry. While he works, he's wedged his communicator up against some scaffolding and has set it to play the limited rotation of music on the network. He'd meant it to just give himself some ambient noise but he find himself dancing along and humming. Dancing might be a charitable word. It's a lot of butt wiggling, really. He's clearly not concerned with making a good impression. He's not concerned with a whole lot really]

Un-glitched

[Glitch or no glitch, Kaidan is good at keeping himself busy to fill time and keep the ship in working order. He maintains the weapons and armor in the armory on a regular basic, cleaning and oiling things as needed. And while he's not an engineer he has at least a passing technical knowledge, so there's plenty of time, especially while the ship is drifting, to patch up small things left over from the battle. This includes the pinball machine that he kind of accidentally broke. He has it on it's side, panels open and parts all over the place. Whoops.]

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[Don't worry, she's more than capable of holding her liquor; mine is nothing compared to the brake fluid moonshine the Citadel came up with.]

[She gives him a crooked little grin back.] Definitely better. And you? You're up, that's new.

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Hey, I bounce back quick. And often. [Did that sound dirty??? Oh well]

The migraines happen all the time. Head injuries on the other hand. [He makes what's supposed to be a meaningful gesture in her direction]

Any other day

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"... so I think I owe you an apology, Furiosa." Tyrion cleared his throat, as he entered into the cockpit. He pushed his blonde curls out of his face, giving her a wry expression as he went to hobble into the co-pilot seat.

"I may have not thought it all the way through when this particular thing ... happened to all of us." He sighed as he went to look at her. "I didn't think playing around with the device would do this."

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[She chuckles. Yeah, she's in some bit of pain, but she's able to ignore it for now.]

It takes more than a knock on the head to keep me down.

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She watches him with a bemused expression as he settles in next to her.

"If I remember correctly, we both agreed that was the thing to do, whatever the consequences." She shifts in her seat, grimacing slightly, but still managing to smile. "If the worst they can do is a day of lost minds? I think we'll be alright."

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"Yes, yes we did. I am not sure I would have agreed to it if I was going to, oh I don't know, drink three bottles of wine and then attempt to see if I could develop something that could cut holes through people like a laser." He snorted, "I nearly vented us into space."

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She laughs, "You and your wine. Am I going to have to regulate your use of it?" She quirks an eyebrow at him, but she's not exactly serious.

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Yeah, I can see that much. And I've already learned you've got a hell of a punch. Where'd you learn to fight, by the way? I've never asked.

[Clearly not his idea of military]

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[Normally, this would be a question answered with some pause and calculation; she's never one to delve too deeply into her history. Although her time here had softened her and allowed her to open up to an extent, there were the little corners and certain aspects of her past that even those closest to her didn't understand.]

[Now, though, with the way the augments were glitching, she felt what would have been a mild irritation flash by as white-hot anger. In an instant she tensed and flashed a scowl at him, the bottle in her hand feeling more like a weapon and less like libation.]

By living. I didn't like the alternatives.

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"Absolutely not. I only use more of it if I need more if it, after all." He smirks back, before he sighs quietly, "Beyond that ... watering down wine allows me to drink the same amount but with half of the drunken idiocy."

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"Such as, almost venting us into space, instead of actually venting us into space?"

She's grinning, Tyrion, don't worry.

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"... Yes precisely." He tapped his finger against his nose, giving her a wink. "We were almost dead, but now we are actually alive. So that's good, is it not?"

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"It is good. I'm not a big fan of the alternative." She smiles at him, and then sighs,

"You're in the clear, Tyrion. No harm done."

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"Good. Good..."

He breathed in, then out slowly, before he gave her a sideways glance.


"How are you doing, Furiosa? You seem a little preoccupied."

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She offers him a grimace and rolls her head away.

"Recovering. Suffered a little bit of a setback, in terms of my concussion. This place really has made me soft."

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"I saw you take down a half a dozen raiders all on your own. Soft is never a word I would apply to you, Furiosa." He frowns, "Still, is it bothering you?"

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He's got a point. She wasn't soft so much as they got lucky. She pulls in a breath and sighs.

"Yeah. Constant headaches, to varying degrees. Trouble concentrating. I get ... distracted by things. Nightmares, on top of it, worse than usual."

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He frowned deeply, leaning over to peer into her eyes.

"Have you spoken to one of the doctors about your situation?"

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"No more than I have to." Tyrion why you looking at her like that? She leans back slightly. "Don't have the greatest history with doctors."

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"That's understandable - the fear. Your dying is not, alas, not so understandable." He stated simply, concern flashing across his gaze.

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She watches him, quiet for a moment, and glances away before chuckling slightly, "You'd think I'd be used to people caring, at this point." She pulls in a breath and sighs, though. "If it continues ... I'll meet with a doctor."

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He looks at her for a moment, before a wry little smile cross his lips, "Yes, you think you would." A brief nod, and a sincere, "Thank you, Captain."

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She gives him a shrug. "We'll see." She still preferred to deal with things her own way when possible, but of course she knew the doctors here weren't quite like the organ mechanics of the Wastelands. "You turned out alright."

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He arched an eyebrow at her, before he snorted softly, "Compared to some, I suppose I d1d."