video. (guess who was spared.)

[theroadwarrior]

Who: Max Rockatansky
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Starstruck if you wanna find him!
When: In the middle of this glitchapocalypse.



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... Why is everyone acting crazy?



I'm supposed to be the crazy one.



[That is literally his post. That's it. He's done.

Guess who hasn't been paying attention after everyone attempted messing with the comms and whatnot.

... He already hallucinates and has mood shifts and whatnot, so what's new.]

Comments

[kill_switch]

[She'll take the blanket, and sit with it in her lap for a moment. She knows it's really no question about whether or not she's welcome - and it'd be the same if the tables were turned and they were on the First Breath - but something has shifted and she feels at least some level of intrusion. It's not just the physical occupation of space, but having him - needing him - help her through the hallucination made her realize how grateful she was for him and more aware, perhaps, of whether or not she was taking advantage. He was a private person.]

Thanks, Max. I owe you one.

[theroadwarrior]

[He dips his chin just slightly, expression softer than the usual grump.]

Mmm... you don't.

[She really doesn't need to owe him anything at all.

As long as she's alive, that's what matters. Survival.]

... But I'll keep it in mind f'I have someone I need to airlock.

[kill_switch]

[She huffs a small chuckle, and then starts to situate herself back on the bed and drape the blanket over her. She'd become more or less acclimated to the general temperature of the ships, but she sometimes did miss the enveloping heat. Cold had a way of getting into bones and joints.]

Just say who and they're gone. [Maybe a joke, but really if anyone messes with him she'd show them her teeth.]

[theroadwarrior]

[He snorts, amused, and nods before turning on his heel.

He'll give her some space, let her rest. There's plenty of scrap for him to mess with, in the meanwhile.]

[kill_switch]

[She sleeps well, for a while, but between the augment glitches and the concussion, her nightmares occur more frequently, and more vividly. They take many forms, but common themes are sandstorms without end, a near-empty tank, warparties closing in, reliving loss, experience new loss, being incapable of saving anyone either way.]

[This time she's in the rig, there's a storm all around and she gets the impression they're in the canyon but she can't see the rock walls - it's dangerous. She can hear the pop of gunfire in the distance, closing in. Max is driving. There are others there but she can't discern who. Angharad is there, but then she's falling away, reaching out, and Furiosa lunges from her seat and grasps at the air, screaming in her pain to this time save her, try to grab her and pull her back in --]

[In Max's room, she fidgets and moves, expression playing over the mix of concern and determination, and then throws herself from the bed, eyes suddenly wide but unseeing as she screams Angharad's name and graps whatever is the most solid thing in her way.]

[theroadwarrior]

[Max hears Furiosa distantly -- and has a hard time telling if it was really her or not. He decides to get up and investigate for the sake of it anyway, especially when Furiosa really could be having a difficult time out in his room again.

You just never know.

So he moves to enter the room, expression surly, brow furrowed, but concern playing there as always.]

Furiosa--?

[kill_switch]

[She's off the bed entirely at this point, half kneeling where she's landed, gripping onto a chair to keep her upright. She's come out of the dream and is looking around with at least a bit of coherence, but the sudden rush of adrenaline has left her shaking, sweating, and still a little disoriented.]

Max...

[There's an immeasurable amount of relief in her voice, seeing him, having the sense to notice how the time here has changed him and she's not facing some additional hallucination. Still, the images from the nightmare linger, the sounds, the tension and fear. She pushes up to try and stand.]

[theroadwarrior]

[He crouches down a bit, his leg brace creaking, sitting on his haunches.]

Nightmares?

[He studies her carefully, then relaxes, schools his features into something exasperatedly worried.]

You're having a shit week.

C'mon.

[He stands and offers her his hand. He can find something to occupy her time, at the very least.]

[kill_switch]

[She stays where she is for a moment, breathing deeply, listening to the creak of his brace and letting it remind her where she is. She gives him a tired, wan smile, and nods.]

Few weeks can compare.

[She can think of a couple days that tip the balance, but that's not worth mentioning now. She takes his hand and lets him help her up.]

Guess I just gotta find something more relaxing than sleep.

[theroadwarrior]

[He cocks his head to the side, almost smiling.]

Could, uh, work on fixing busted guns with me.

[kill_switch]

[Okay, yeah, she has to give him a little smile back.]

My favorite thing; you know me so well.

[something hands on and meticulous that would take her minmind off things? Yes please!]

[theroadwarrior]

[Ha. He gives a nod and contentedly moves toward the direction of the weapons room. He tries not to just hoard everything in the cargo bay, but well. Old habits. He does his best anyway.]

... You, um. [He hesitates. He doesn't like prodding about things, because he knows he's not good at being prodded himself. But...] You seeing a lot of home, lately?

[kill_switch]

[Which just highlights one of the differences between them; Max, as a loner, had to have everything on himself at all times for a quick getaway. Furiosa, trapped in the society of the Citadel, benefited more from ferreting weapons away in whatever corners she had access to. There's no complaints from her.]

[His question, though. Anyone else would have gotten a glare and no reply. For max, though, her furrowed brow is more concentration as she tries to think about how to describe it.]

More so than usual. I tend to get a pretty vivid nightmare now and again, reliving those days. Seeing ... certain people. [She figures she doesn't have to tell him who.] Lately it's like every single night I'm back there. I feel the heat, I choke on sand and smoke.

[theroadwarrior]

[Quiet listener as always, soaking in every word with that intensity he has. Brow wrinkled and lips thinned, he nods. He knows so very well, what it's like. Feeling everything so extremely, so intensely, he flies awake swinging. Furiosa's been on the end of that panicked, wild Max, but she's skilled enough to know to keep at bay.]

... Hard to deal with. Wish I knew how to help.

[kill_switch]

Just deal with it. Hope it'll pass sooner or later. [She shrugs.]

[theroadwarrior]

[He nods, leading her through the weaponry doorway.]

You can handle it. Y'strong.