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driftfleet2017-02-19 10:47 pm
theroadwarrior) wrote in driftfleet2017-02-19 10:47 pm
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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.]
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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I-I'll be in the kitchen...!
[RUN LIKE THE WIND]
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But he puts on his clothes and wanders out, scrubbing his still-wet and hardly brushed hair. He needs to go retrieve his jacket from the shuttle, but this isn't so bad. Just usually feels a little naked without that jacket. He's still a bit woozy, though. Bloodloss is a real bitch and a half, and his stomach twists at how empty it is.
He flops tiredly on the kitchen table.
....
Someone left a plate of half-eaten cereal-something, so he grabs it and eats it lazy.]
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A-ah! Wait, wait, that's not edible yet!
action; 1/2
He blinks up owlishly, spoon in his mouth.]
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[He slowly puts the bowl back where he found it, mildly disappointed.]
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It was supposed to be for dessert, but... if you're that hungry, eat this while I cook, okay?
[Gonna turn the burner on now. Pancakes take like three minutes, so try to muster up some chill, buddy.]
action;
But his eyes land on the mochi and stay on it.]
... Mmhm.
[You've won. He slides over the little container passively, though his stomach gurgles otherwise. Apparently he's pretty hungry. All that transfusion-ing, and whatnot.]
Umm. Could just grab a can... if you want the rest of that.
[He doesn't cook anything from the cans, but it's fine. He doesn't usually eat to enjoy the taste anyway... It's nice when he does, but. He knows it's not smart to get used to good-tasting food.]
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[She pours a scoop of batter onto the pan, and just listen to that satisfying sizzle! While it cooks, she's off to get a plate and fork.]
Do you like anything on your pancakes? We don't have syrup or anything, but we can fake the butter taste... ooh, or fruit flavours! I bet I can whip up some strawberry sauce!
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[He looks like he's trying really hard to remember.
What did he like on pancakes....? Before the end times?]
Anything'S... good. S'been a few decades... since I had those.
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[What the heck, that's way too long. Determined now to make the best pancakes their shitty rations can offer, she gets busy making a sweet fruit flavoured syrup while the cakes simmer on the burner.]
Why's it been so many years?
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Apocalypse.
[His lips twitch faintly.]
Great pancake famine of '64.
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That's a terrible apocalypse! You should have mentioned it sooner, I'd have made them whenever you wanted.
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Better to not get used to good food.
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No, no way! I can't agree with that at all. Not being able to have good things all the time means you need to enjoy it more when you get the chance! Like giving yourself a little reward, when you work hard and don't get much for it. People can survive on plain rice every day, but you can feel extra-alive if you give it a little pinch of salt or soy sauce once in a while!
[And lo, a pair of pancakes drizzled with red fruit syrup is set in front of him, complete with a fork and a young girl's expectant stare. See!? Doesn't it look more appetizing than the plain, sloppy mix you were eating before?]
action; 1/2
But at least they're endearing.]
Ahh, guess so.
[He's not gonna argue it, at least. He knows his world has a difficult sort of outlook, one most wouldn't even have to consider or worry about. Apocalyptic worlds where eating dog food out of cans is normal is very... abnormal.
He slowly picks up the fork, looking the stack over like he's able to visually test it for poison.
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[Her response is immediate. She also is still staring. Not the whole time, Max, but if this is his first time eating pancakes in decades, she sure as shit is gonna make sure he likes what he's got!]
action; 1/2
He slowly... suspiciously... quietly... takes a bite....
And slowly... chews.....
............ Are you still staring at me...
Yup, you are.]
action;
He seems... appeased! The shock and awe.]
It's really good.
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Ahh, good, I'm happy you like them! With what we have here, it's really hard to get them to fluff just right, but I've been practicing. It's not perfect, but I think they turn out okay!
action;
[A+ conversationalist.
But then he realizes that's probably not sufficient.]
... You did, umm. A good job.
[Congrats, Ochako, he's complimenting you. It's a rare treasure from this guy.]
... Always burned mine... Never was a good cook.
[Always drifting off, getting distracted, forgetting he was ever cooking.]
action;
[Those are useful heroic gifts, Max, be proud.]
If you ever want pancakes again, just say the word, okay? I don't mind cooking them!
action; 1/2
[He won't ask. He's terrible at asking for anything at all. It's difficult.
But he'll at least say he will, for you.]
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..........
[wait what]
Ahhh. Not sure if those are admirable skills.
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Oh, and I know plenty of heroes who are good at punching.
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