Video. happy birthday loser

[theroadwarrior]

Who: Max and you!
Broadcast: Video.
Action: Starstruck.
When: April 12th! Max's birthday. :)

(future-dated because I don't know my availability tomorrow lmfao)

[The screen is black.

There's quite a lot of shuffling; a sound of cardboard being knocked on or jostled around. Max's tell-tale hummmmmmm is heard. Footfalls. They walk in a circle around the mysterious box. Tap tap. It's suddenly clear: the video feed is inside a box! And slowly, with great caution, the man clearly identified by grumble as Max Rockatansky opens this cardboard box...

Only to have an explosion of confetti and whistles in his bewildered face.

He disappears from view for a moment, the sound of a gun cocking and going off, probably scaring any poor soul watching. The top of the box explodes with shotgun buckshot, and as he slowly wanders back over, his brow is furrowed and there's confetti on his head, in his facial fuzz. He slowly reaches down into the box... and pulls out a can of dog food. Dinki-Di's. His confusion is palpable. On the screen, where Max can't see, it flashes in bold, glittery letters:



The birthday theme plays on the loudspeakers.

And Max, realizing just what's happening, GROANS IN DISPLEASURE.

For fuck's sake.

As he rips the little camera from inside a box filled with dog food cans:]

[grmblegrumble] Smegheads— [grumble] fuck off— [grumble] head up your ass [grumble] —

[... But you can find him later in the Starstruck cargo bay, spooning dog food from a can into his mouth.

He switches between giving Rock the Dog a spoonful too, of course. He's gotten better about sharing, y'know.]

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[namisan]

[Nami will be waiting for him. Nami will also be holding two smoky glass bottles in hand as if literally weighing them up, deep in thought until he walks through the door. She peers at him curiously.

He brought the box, even. Nifty.]

How well would you say you hold your liquor?

[It's almost a rhetorical question at this point.]

[theroadwarrior]

.... Prefer not to get drunk.

Bad idea.

[:| That's my answer, Nami, I'm sticking to it.]

[namisan]

Then you want this one. [She flips the one on the left end over so she's holding it by the neck and extends it out.] It's good stuff. Doesn't pack as much of a kick, though. I think you'll like it.

[theroadwarrior]

[He hesitantly reaches out, taking the bottle and scanning the label on it religiously, as he tends to do with anything that has one.]

... Not as much of a penny pincher as I thought, giving weird crewmates whole bottles.

[namisan]

Whatever gave you the impression I was a penny pincher.

[It's said without a trace of offense, please, we all know this. She raises an eyebrow.] Consider it a discount for the Atroma being jackasses for your birthday.

[theroadwarrior]

[Snort.]

Is that supposed to be the one day they leave people alone? Birthdays?

[namisan]

Of course not. That would imply the Atroma have any kind of morals at all.

[theroadwarrior]

Hnn...

Don't really know the Atroma much at all. A pretty big blank.

[namisan]

Nobody does. Some things you can kind of infer from past behaviour. But either way, it's not like we can do anything about it, so... cheers?

[theroadwarrior]

[Scoff.

But he seems at ease, at least.]

Cheers.