( open ) may-mingling for those struck by stars

[uprightness]

Who: starstruck crew & visitors
Broadcast: N/A
Action: on board the SS Starstruck
When: Throughout May

[ There's a fancy ball coming up so better get those dresses, tuxedos and guns ready. also there's still a ton of pumpkin-themed food all over the place, enjoy alla that. ]

Comments

[theroadwarrior]

[He smirks, just a bit, as he starts into the shuttle.]

Hnn. The SS Disaster.

[kill_switch]

[She rolls her head over to look at him, but there's a small crooked grin back.]

Just drive, Fool.

[It's said with affection.]

[theroadwarrior]

[Snerk. He looks like a fat, pleased cat as he sags back and starts piloting them out the Starstruck and towards the Iskaulit; it's not a long drive, but it's quiet, relaxing. They park and Max stretches, slowly rising in his seat.]

... Getting used to this ship.

Beats a ball.

[He will not go to it (except that he will, but he doesn't know that yet, haaaa.)]

[kill_switch]

I'm with you there.

[She'll still end up going to the ball as well ... in a dress ... and remember all the reasons why she doesn't do things like that.]

[She rises as well, stepping out into the hangar to wait for Max.]

[theroadwarrior]

[And out the gruff ol' dog hobbles. Max, that is. Rock's resting happily at the Starstruck, dreaming of old bones. Meanwhile, Max stretches his arms and rubs the short hair at the back of his neck, skin running over scar tissue there.]

Wonder what's growing in.

[... Not that he'd... steal any of it... when nobody's looking...]

[kill_switch]

We can go and see. Might be something to nibble while we enjoy the peace and quiet.

[Your secret is safe with Furiosa; smuggle out all the fruits and veggies you want.]

[theroadwarrior]

[He blinks. Rubs his fuzzy chin in consideration.]

Hnn. Like a picnic.

[That's weird to think about. He can't remember the last time he really had a good picnic. It was with Jessie for sure. Maybe... before she died. Had they? Some things are a blur, from then. The accident is always as crystal clear as always, but those fleeting happy moments sometimes feel lifetimes away.]