Action/Open

[kill_switch]

Who: Furiosa and You?
Broadcast: n/a
Action: First Breath
When: Today throughout July


[Someone's back from her coma. It might be hard to tell, because she immediately disappears into her quarters (not hanging around on the bridge, as usual, or working on the battered shuttle).

One other indication that she's back; she quietly delivers her gift basket - unopened - to the galley. It's yours for the taking. Among the usual items, it also includes candied grubs, a scarf and goggles, and a little toy car. Either she didn't want these items, or more likely she didn't bother to open it in the first place.

If you want to check you'll have to ask her yourself, which might be easier said than done; after the calibrations themselves, and post-coma grogginess and fatigue, she's not going to make herself available as much as she usually does. You still might be able to catch her when she has to make a trip to the galley, as necessity dictates, or if there are any captain duties that require her attention on the bridge.]

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[tallasaking]

[Oh like he's going to let her get away from him from any extended period of time. Furiosa, you know better. Day one he is already knocking on her door and leaving her presents - a new gun, some designs for upgrades on her arm, food and wine. He even shares one of his precious blackberry tarts.

He does do ridiculous things with the car she left - like built it its own ramp to jump off of tables. The scarf and the goggles disappear, as do the grubs. Ugh.

Still, every day there's something. A note, a small invention. Just something to let her know her First Mate is here for her.

And is very annoying.]

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[kill_switch]

[Furiosa lets it go on for a few days, collecting the items on the rare occasions she steps out. It's good for her and keeps her hanging on to the present as much as she tries to hermit from it.]

[Eventually, she can tell when Tyrion has come to drop something off; she hears him approach, and before he has a chance to deposit his current offering she opens her door and stands aside.]

Might as well.

[Look at that, Tyrion, you got an invite. She steps back into the room and leans against her desk. Her prosthetic is on the desktop, helping lay the schematics flat with the gun. His other various gifts are set about with care; she might not be in a mood to interact but it's clear his attempts were appreciated.]

Re: Action

[tallasaking]

[Tyrion looked up, and up a little more, because Furiosa was ...well, much taller than him. He gave her a winning little smirk, before he plucked up the tray and brought it inside for her.]

I brought you something special -- if you're in the mood for it.

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[kill_switch]

[Furiosa had a fair bit of height on a few people.

She watches Tyrion as he brings the tray in. No; she shouldn't have expected to hide long with friends like him.]

What have you got?

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[tallasaking]

What I have got ... is fresh coffee, some sort of frozen fruit we managed to get and not devour, and one blackberry tart. Just for you.

[He pushed it on her desk, looking around curiously.]

Well isn't this ... organized in a pensive sort of way.

[kill_switch]

[She ... does perk up slightly at the mention of coffee, and once the tray's on her desk it's the first thing she reaches for.]

Is there some other way it should be organized?

[tallasaking]

I am not entirely certain. It certainly looks neat, at any rate.

[Tyrion smoothed down his designs, before arching an eyebrow at her.] How are you, Captain?

[kill_switch]

Easier to find things. Less chaotic.

[Two years in this fleet and there were still things she marvelled at; like the ability to keep her stuff organized without worrying about warboys or nosy Imperators rifling through it. She was able to grow a system that made more sense than *hide everything*, and while yes, there are still several instruments of death and torture cobbled away in her room (as well as the ship as a whole), there's something simple and comforting about being able to leave something a certain way and know it's going to be there if she were to leave and come back.]

[She's taking a sip as Tyrion asks his question, and her eyebrows pull up for a moment before she lowers the cup and sets it to the side. What a loaded question that was.]

How do you think I should be?

[Her tone is low and careful; she's still being eaten away on the insides by her experiences during the calibrations, but attempting to convey some sense of normalcy. If the crew needed their captain, she'd be there, but every moment without that distraction feels too raw and open.]

[tallasaking]

Yes, I have to admit, your organization skills are quite impressive. I cannot even imagine the system you must have in place for all this.

[He quirked a smirk at her, as he went to set himself up in the chair.]

Honestly - angry as hell. Yet as angry as you have ever been, I have never seen you hide from that anger.

[supertardiness]

[While Barry is grateful (in the vaguest sense) that Atroma saw fit to gift him with a few of those high protein bars that Cisco created for him, that doesn't mean he's given up on normal food all together. And while he's not the greatest cook in the world, he can do simple things like boil water for pasta.

When boiling water involves using his superspeed to generate heat and get it to boil faster.

He's in the middle of preparing his meal when Furiosa steps in, and he turns a bit with a friendly smile and wave as he is prone to do.]

You're the captain, right? Hi, I'm Barry. Allen? Your new lab support? I don't think we've had a chance to officially meet yet.

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[Furiosa pauses in the doorway to watch him for a moment, noting the abnormal way in which he's heating his water, then continues in to get her daily protein paste 'meal'. She gives him a nod back in response to his greeting, quietly wondering why he's talking so much. She's currently down one arm as her prosthetic is back in her room, so no wave back.]

Furiosa. Captain and pilot.

Lab tech, good. We've needed one of those. You got any experience?

[supertardiness]

[Because silence is weird. And also because he feels the need to qualify everything he does, and he's used to explaining his work ... Barry is just used to talking.

It's how he rolls.

He puts the pot down once it's boiling before nodding, turning his attention to Furiosa as she goes. Is this an interview? It sounds like an interview.]

Yeah. I was a lab tech for the Central City Police Department back home. I would process evidence from crime scenes.

[kill_switch]

[Furiosa isn't one for excessive talking, especially now right after the calibrations. She listens, though; not exactly an interview but she's the captain and that carries with it a responsibility to know her crew's abilities.

Admittedly, she's running a little lax there simply because she's been recovering from the mental exhaustion of the calibrations.

She sets down her plated paste and starts the coffee brewing.]

How are you with medical?

[supertardiness]

[And there's a bit of hesitation there, because medical is not necessarily his strong suit. But if there's any benefit to super speed he can read up on things really, really quickly.]

Not normally my area? But I do know first aid and I can work on reading up on stuff.

[He wants to help! Whatever helping that may entail. Just ... don't expect him to be performing surgery anytime soon.]

[kill_switch]

[She nods; it'll be enough.] Not a lot of action around here, but sometimes it does happen.

[supertardiness]

[He nods, because that sounds like Central City. Except with ... more action.]

I'm good in action too. I'm basically an all purpose lab tech.

[kill_switch]

Yeah, you fight? What's your strengths?

action

[bi_otic]

[Kaidan isn't quite as persistent about interrupting her attempt at solitude as he was the last time she'd done something similar, politely giving her time and space for a number of days - neither knocking on her door nor bothering her about any ship matters. But she can't hide forever, and he knows this. Instead he waits patiently for their paths to cross at the right time.

This finally occurs in the galley, naturally, one of them probably coming as the other is going. He hesitates for just a moment, almost letting them pass like ships in the night once again, and then he speaks]

Hey...are you busy?

action

[kill_switch]

[She knows it too, that her time as a recluse is numbered by her station, but she appreciates that most of her crew know to stay out of her way during times like these (Tyrion notwithstanding).]

[She's on her way out when he catches her; basic protein paste meal eaten, coffee collected. She could easily pretend to ignore him and keep going, but it's been long enough that she does stop, hesitate a moment, and turn back to face him.]

Not at the moment. Do you need something?

action

[bi_otic]

[He'd been coming in for something similar, but catching sight of her makes her quickly readjust his plans, such as they are.]

Actually I was just wondering if you wanted to spar for a bit?

[You know, if she had the need to hit anything. He can take it. Probably]

Or...anything else?

action

[kill_switch]

[Normally this wouldn't be that hard of a question.

But for now, a long silence stretches between them as she thinks on it. No, she'd really rather not. She wants to retire back into her quarters and forget anything exists. But, she's a captain, she has a duty, and on top of that she can recognize what Kaidan's trying to do and she recognizes why she might need it.

She looks at her coffee, then back up at him.]

We can spar. For a little bit.

[She's going to be rusty, for once in her life.]

action

[bi_otic]

[In some cases, especially for people of few words are Furiosa often is, action can sometimes be better than words in working through a problem. There were more than a few ways to purge the body of certain emotions. Better than letting them fester and take on a life of their own]

If it goes like the first time it probably won't take long.

[He gives her his usual subdued smile, but honestly it's probably a good thing for him she's not feeling herself as much today]

action

[kill_switch]

We'll have to see. Head over now?

[Yeah she's doing this without her prosthetic, even. Rusty or not, she didn't need it to beat someone up.]

action

[bi_otic]

If you don't mind taking your coffee to go.

[He smiles as he nods down the hall, making a flailing attempt at a little bit of humor.]

action

[kill_switch]

I doubt it'll survive the trek but we'll see how long it lasts.

[Small, faint grin, quickly hidden as she takes another drink.]