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.]

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[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.