everybody's starstruck in june.

[mucked]

Who: starstruck crew & visitors
Broadcast: n/a
Action: aboard the ship
When: june

[ another month; another mingle. but there are changes in the air! the starstruck has some fresh crew to boast of, as well as a spiffing new lounge. things have been difficult, lately -- the common area might make for a great place to decompress and socialize with your fellow starstruckers.

after all, it seems the captain's gone and requisitioned max's record player. for the first week in june, it'll be returned again and again to the new lounge. good luck hiding it from her, rockatanksy.

ready steady go! ]

Comments

[mucked]

It would make a change. [ she eyes him -- a little sly, and perhaps prepared to tell a story she doesn't tell just anyone. ] Last time I shot at Steve, [ not first mate beau, thank you very much, ] I used real bullets.

[theroadwarrior]

...............


[His eyebrow raises.

Yes???? Continue???? his face says.]

[mucked]

We were stationed at the time in a bunker headquarters under London. [ ... ] Steve said some things he shouldn't have said. And I, perhaps, fired some shots I shouldn't have fired.

[ that is clearly a very basic and ill-detailed version of the story. ]

I suppose it's fairer to say I shot at his shield. Good Lord, I wasn't about to put a bullet hole in everyone else's favoured soldier. But he was holding at the time. And it was untested.

[theroadwarrior]

... Must've really pissed you off.

[Lover's quarrel, he thinks. But doesn't say. Even he knows what waters not to test.]

I get shot at by angry women plenty. But usually they want to actually kill me.

Furiosa almost did me in a few times before we ended up, ah... Accomplices.

[mucked]

[ accomplices. peggy offers him a look -- not least of all because she's quick enough to consider why he might bring up furiousa in contrast to her talking about steve. is a line being drawn? she won't outright ask; not yet. she, too, knows when to tread lightly. ]

He's got a talent for it. [ pissing peggy off. ] Enough so, I think, to rival you.

[theroadwarrior]

[He rubs his chin.]

Hmmmah. M'gonna have to work harder, then.

[See: Max focusing on the wrong thing, part 459805.]

[mucked]

On your head be it. [ she wags a finger. ] You haven't got a vibranium shield to keep your tender bits from getting shot off.

[ yep. this is normal. ]

[theroadwarrior]

[Huuuh.]

I've got Rock.

[He's the perfect meatshield, you'd never shoot him.]

[mucked]

I think I can shoot around a dog. [ snort. but mostly, he's right. she'd never hurt the beastie. ] You're a wee bit bigger than him.

[theroadwarrior]

Pretty sure you could shoot around a shield, too.

Dogs are much better deterrents.

[Rock looks so self-conscious over there in the corner.]

[mucked]

-- Don't be so certain. He's terribly good at hiding behind it.

[theroadwarrior]

You're making it sound like a great challenge for the dart gun.

[mucked]

[ ...peggy's smile betrays a note of danger. peril, perhaps. ]

You know, I imagine it would be a rather wonderful challenge.

[ she will definitely encourage this. ]