Text. stuck in the middle with you.

[theroadwarrior]

Who: Max Rockatansky
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Starstruck
When: Today, for a short little glitch post.
(Also warning for some serious death talk in a thread below.)

[Max doesn't ask for a lot in life. Food of some kind so he doesn't starve. Water so he doesn't have to drink questionable things when its not there. A lack of ultra violence or cannibals. You know. Typical things. And he's been pretty good about behaving himself, keeping out of the way, not having any issues to speak of.

And then shit like this happens.

He's fiddling around at the little desk in the cargo bay when something peculiar happens. His screwdriver sticks to his hand. And no, he's been very hygienic, thank you — more so than usual — so there's really just one reason this is happening. He realizes it about when the empty tea cup on the desk also moves to stick to his arm.

Glitch.

So it goes. His time on the Starstruck the next few days are terribly bleak for him. See: the multitude of things that have somehow find a strange pulling gravity around him. It's not metal, really, it's anything. He's a Katamari character, and things just sort of fly and stick and he has to pry them off with way too much force necessary. Or they just fall off. In the kitchen, a plate falls off him at last, but shatters on the ground.

At one point, he just stays in the chair he's at, because if he stands up... Well...

It's stuck to his ass.

Records, hair pins, food (ugh), anything people leave behind...

And yes, people. People also stick to him.

This is the literal worst day of his life. Obviously. All the trauma that came before this is nothing.]


don't keep anything sharp or explosive on the starstruck right now.

might need remedies for nagging captains soon.



still tempted to saw the augment out of my neck sometimes.

Comments

[kill_switch]

I realize that.

[She growls back, shifting for a moment trying to find a more comfortable position while she thinks. She fails. It's just an overall uncomfortable situation and there's no alleviating that yet.]

Guessing we're in as much luck as the kettle.

[Irritated, uncomfortable, but less violently angry, at least?]

[theroadwarrior]

[He hums, but the nonchalant nature of the hum doesn't match the way he averts his gaze. Like he's seeing something he shouldn't. Like this is a personal matter he's not even involved in. The last time he was in so precarious a position, it'd probably been being tethered down by raiders, or pinned by warboys. Or — well, the last time he'd been under someone like this that he trusted, it was his wife. It's all personal either way you slice it, and he can't imagine it's any better for her, even remotely.]

... Sorry.

Probably should've just kept to myself somewhere.

[Then this could have all blown over sooner or later.

He shifts his hips uncomfortably, and that just makes him even more uncomfortable.

Goddammit.]

[kill_switch]

You already know that wouldn't have worked.

[Some more of her anger leeches out; he really couldn't hermit now without her checking up on him. Even just her being here now was evidence of how much she cared. Maybe, she thinks, she's worrying too much; he's survived much worse for much longer in the Wastelands, but the earlier abduction attempt had rattled her.]

[She didn't want to imagine losing him.]

With that in mind, she relaxes slightly, willing to take current circumstances in pace of a worse case scenario. Not that this one was any more of a piece of cake, especially any time one off them shifted. She clears her throat softly,]

I guess this isn't so bad, as far as glitches go. Just have to wait it out.

[theroadwarrior]

It could've.

[He says without much seriousness to it.

... At her recommendation, though, he groans, leaning back and taking her with him. Still red in the ears and cheeks, don't you worry. He's not dismissing a warm body pressed against his, no matter how dry his well's been for two decades.]

That kettle'd been stuck, mmm. An hour or more.

[kill_switch]

[She really doesn't have anything pleasant to compare this to, which is where most of her tension originates. It being with Max, however, somehow makes it easier to accept. Once the initial shock has subsided and she's given a few moments to calm down, she can see that he's just as trapped as she is and enjoying it just as much.]

Guess we've got some time, then. Unless you want to try prying skin off.

[She wasn't trying to, though. When he settles back, she moves in tandem, this time not resisting. Gradually, she relaxes until she's draped partly over him. It gives her a moment to rest her arms as they're still stuck solid to him, but its a good position to settle her weight on him as opposed to trying to keep herself upright. It's a good chance to check in with herself, assess the closeness and just exist with it for a moment without judgement.]

[Like a wary dog coming to a consensus about allowing itself to trust, she pulls in a careful breath and lets it out with weight.]

[theroadwarrior]

Sounds really painful.

[I mean. He won't knock it if she wanted to try it.

But it sounds like it'd hurt like a bastard and a half. He says against her hair, as it just slightly tickles his cheek:]

... M'glad you're not a knife or explosive, though.

[kill_switch]

[He gets a dry chuckle from her, which given the situation is quite a feat. Way to go, Max!]

You know I'm much worse when I want to be.

[Meaning; she's being nice right now, all things considered. She liked to think she could be more damaging than a weapon if the situation called for it; weapons just made things easier.]


Be glad you're you and not anyone else.

[theroadwarrior]

[His lips quirk just slightly.]

Hmmm. Guess so.

We've been in this position before. Think you almost broke my nose.

[He hadn't really been trying to kill her at the time, but. You know. It was a rough one.]

[kill_switch]

Didn't you threaten to shoot me in the head?

[They can joke about it now since everything turned out for the best.]

[theroadwarrior]

Pretty sure that was you. Mmm. No, definitely you.

My ear remembers.

[kill_switch]

My ears remember four, five shots?

[So they've both tried to shoot each other. No big deal.]

We've come a long way since then.

[theroadwarrior]

[Hey hey hey, he didn't try to kill you then! YOU STARTED-- Well no, he started it, but it's not like he actually had any bullets to speak of. He's just an idiot who hopes for the best and expects all of the worst.

But the next comment leaves him quieted for a moment.]

... I don't know. We're still a pile on the floor.

But, uh. Appreciate lack of guns.

[He's not blushing quite so much now, thanks. Getting used to being crushed under your weight.

... Is it still not kosher to tell a woman she feels heavy?]

[kill_switch]

[It's her turn to redden; he's got a point. They'd probably still be standing if she hand't struggled like she did.]

We could try to stand?

[There's only one way to find out, Max]

[theroadwarrior]

....

[He leans back, skeptical.]

... D'you know what an octopus is?

[kill_switch]

[She pauses to think. It sounded familiar, but she couldn't quite picture it.]

Some sort of deep water animal?

[theroadwarrior]

S'got eight legs.

[He looks humored, though, waggling his arms a little. As best he can anyway.]

Starting to feel like one.

[kill_switch]

[She chuckles lightly, yeah, she may have seen something like that in her adventures here.]

Is that so. [She tries to shift so they're at least on their sides ad hopefully equally sharing the weight as opposed to Max sharing all of it. Oops sorry.]

[theroadwarrior]

[He's all for turning onto their sides, thank you. He sighs deeply, the curves of his ribs shifting against hers, though he seems relatively at ease despite the proximity. Usually for Max, this kind of close encounter? It's not good. But people like Furiosa — well, once the fists aren't flying, he kind find it in himself to be quite as fear-biting as he would have been.

So he settles, letting his head sit against the cool floor.]

Mmm.

Yeah. Just throw us in an ocean, we're set.

[kill_switch]

No. [But her tone is more playfully sharp than actually aggressive,] I've had enough of the ocean for a lifetime, thanks.

[theroadwarrior]

[He chuckles, a deep rumble, and manages a bit of a smile. If he thought about it even a moment, he'd see the weirdness of them being remotely comfortable, but as it is, he's trying not to envision an octopus that looks like Furiosa.]

Mhm.

Especially anything frozen.

[kill_switch]

[She's able to chuckle softly at her own past misfortune.]

I didn't know I could hate anything more than sand everywhere. [Apparently it's being so cold you couldn't breathe.] I just want to be left in a forest, why is that too much to ask.

[It's a rhetorical question, Max, you don't have to answer.]

[She is conscious of the fact that it's him that's alleviating her stress in the moment; that if it were anyone else she probably would have tried tearing flesh from flesh to get away. She also figures, though, that it's best not to mention it. Just be happy it exists as it does and makes this bearable.]

[Hell, even, in some small degree, enjoyable? Not something she'd choose to do, but she's in a calm state now and that was a welcome change from the norm.]

[theroadwarrior]

[He raises a brow.]

For a while, ah. I missed the sand.

... Maybe I just missed being able to read everything.