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]

[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.