driftfleet | voice. MAN DOWN, MAN DOWN.

Who: Max (potentially featuring an injured and less-lucid Maggie) and you...!
Broadcast: Fleetwide | Voice
Action: N/A (Unless you're coming to pick up! We'll see based on threads. Or if you find him on the Starstruck after all this.)
When: Sometime now, whatevs. After this very intense encounter.

[Max has elected to put it to voice; easier to talk when one arm is currently giving blood, but not video to alarm anyone of this very scene. Maggie's lost a lot of blood, but Max is hoping to rectify that a little bit until they can get some help. Speaking of help — time to get some of that. His voice is gruff and calm, but there's an underlying urgency to his words.]

Need pick up, got someone down here on the ring who's hurt pretty bad. Her name's Maggie.

Don't know which ship she's from, but she's got a neck injury from a knife, near the back. Lost a lot of blood... Got it closed up and she's not critical. [Yet. He's pretty sure. She's drowsy as hell and she'll be weak for a while, but she should pull through.] Need a ship to pick us up, though. I can't move her like this on my own through the forest and she shouldn't go long without a real medical bay.

[A thoughtful pause.]

... I didn't do it, by the way.

[Look, he knows he's caused some shit before, but he has been so good. Seriously.

He'll do her a favor and try not to mention she did it to herself yet. He's not sure if he will or not... Honesty is more his policy on injuries. But...]

[Action | Starstruck, optionally]

[Eventually, he'll probably end up back on the Starstruck after getting her somewhere safe and clean and medically sound, sighing a big grumbly sigh and crawling off into the shuttle to sleep off his stress for the day. Y'all are monsters, making him care like a real person. Monsters. He'll have to check on her later, in secret, where she will never know. Perfect plan.

Don't mind if he has blood on him, he'll go to the bathroom to wash it off. He's gonna be a bit woozy on his feet for a few days.

Better than having his neck cut into, though.]

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Holding.

[Such an eloquent answer. But he seems in decent spirits. Sometimes he's a hell of a lot more distant and mute, as is the unfortunate situation always morphing in his head. He slowly takes the plate, not with suspicion but with the usual uncertainty he offers whenever people give him things without something in return.]

... Thanks. Um.

Not a bad day. Dealt with someone having a worse one.

[A soft snort from Wanda at Max's response -- both to her question and to her offer of baked sweets. If nothing else, Max was predictable in his reactions. In that way, it was almost endearing -- the grumpy yet warm-hearted uncle of the Starstruck.]

So I heard.

[Wanda's tone and expression become more sympathetic.]

How is she?

Last I saw, she was going to be okay.

[He... hasn't visited, and he left as soon as she was in safe hands. Max isn't very good at dealing with that sort of environment. He rode in an emergency vehicle twenty years ago with his wife, mutilated and barely alive, and he walked those cheaply maintained hospital hallways, wanting nothing but to put a bullet between a bunch of murderer's eyes. And he sure did.

Safe to say, medical problems where he stands by covered in someone's blood isn't pleasant for him.

He rubs the bandage around his forearm, frowning.]

The doctor was good. Her vitals were stable.

[Wanda nods, giving Max a sympathetic smile. For all his gruff demeanor and short talk, Max clearly had a good heart.]

I'm sure she is glad you found her. From the state it sounded like she was in, things could have easily gone in a far different direction.

[Wanda's doing her best to reassure Max. To let him know that she's proud of what he did in coming to the woman's aid.]

Mmm. Lot of people don't realize how dangerous the augments are.

[Removing them, that is.]

Tried t'remove mine, when I first showed up. Still wanna, but... know better.

[The corner of her mouth tweaks upwards in a slight smile as she recalls her first meeting Max. Her impression of him was... less charitable of him then.]

I think we have each had to learn that lesson for ourselves. It is hard to ever feel comfortable knowing some alien technology was put in our brains without consent.

... The kind that can malfunction and make people see things.

[Eurgh, makes his skin itch.

But he's still holding the cookies, which reminds him... He offers the plate.]

Uhh. Share?

[He'd feel weird, eating cookies without her having one. She made them, after all.]

[A look of concern flashes across Wanda's face. This was a new glitch for her. One she had not yet heard of. She bites her lower lip, trying to keep her calm poise. A small smile does creep back onto her face, however, as Max offers her back a cookie. She takes it and begins to nibble on it, trying to keep her thoughts from returning to the idea of an augment glitch making people see things that are not there. But she has little success.]

Making her see things...

[A sigh from Wanda.]

It feels like the effects of any glitches are getting worse and worse.

Probably because people're prying more.

Can't blame us for trying, though.

[He shrugs.]

But, uh. Didn't hit me. M'already a glitch every day.

Edited 2017-03-18 10:39 (UTC)

[She nods her head. What Max says makes sense. If the Atroma wanted them to stop doing something, the easiest way for them to do that was to send a warning. The increasing severity of the glitches could very well mean that they're wanting to move to a stronger punishment. The though unnerves her a little, but Max's little self-jab returns a sympathetic smile to her face. She tries to brighten their moods with a little playful teasing.]

Yes, but you are our glitch, два.

And we actually enjoy having you around.

[It'd been a while since Wanda had last used the little nickname she'd given Max, but she hopes hearing it again may somehow help him feel better even if only just a little.]

[Ha. His lips twitch into a slight smile.]

One of the weirdest things I've heard.

[He slumps a bit, rubbing his eyes and sighing, though perhaps with better spirits. He doesn't look at her, because it's hard to look into someone's face when you're saying anything with sincerity, and he's too bloodless and tired to try both at once.]

... Mm, but, uh. Thanks.

[For the cookies. And the nickname. And for knocking. And for being here. Tolerating him.

And for making him feel a little less like warmed-over shit.

He can't say all that, though.

So he just says thanks, and hopes that she puts that in her pocket.]

[She does catch the twitch of a smile, and deeper meaning behind his thanks. It brightens the smile on her own face.]

Any time.

[She gets up, and makes a motion as if she's about to leave, but something occurs to her and she turns back to him.]

Oh, and make sure to bring your dishes back to the kitchen when you are done this time.

I would prefer not to stumble upon moldy plates and glasses the next time I come looking for you.

[Her tone is playfully chiding, knowing that he's unlikely to take her lecturing seriously.]

[He rolls his eyyyyyes, waving his hand.]

Sure, sure.

[But even if she is playful and not quite so serious, she'll find the dishes carefully washed and put away later.

Just as requested.]

Edited 2017-03-23 08:50 (UTC)

[She smiles at him, that same warm smile from a moment ago when Max thanked her. As she stand there about to leave, she momentarily considers giving him a hug, but she knows how he feels about that much intimate contact. So, instead, she reaches over and gives his upper arm an affectionate squeeze. Without waiting to see how he reacts, she then turns and departs from the shuttle bay, letting Max get back to his resting.]

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