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[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.]

Comments

[tallasaking]

I write about everything I have learned here, about all the people I have met. My friends, my loves, enemies and all the rest. [He looked around, his gaze thoughtful.] You might want to think about it.

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I could probably use the practice anyway.

[Writing didn't happen much in the Wastelands, paper being a hot commodity (just ask Max's back).]

And, reading. What would you suggest?

[tallasaking]

Well ... that depends on the person. I prefer histories - myths and legends. You might want something different. [He looks at her thoughtfully.] Actually I take that back - you might like legends."

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[She watches him, tilting her head slightly.] Alright then, I'll try to find some legends to read.

[tallasaking]

I can offer you some direction, if you so choose. I don't want to throw you off in a terrible direction. [He hummed, looking around to get a piece of paper and pen.]

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I'd be curious to see what you'd recommend.

[... Oh, you're trying to find paper in her quarters? Good luck. And no, she's not letting you write anything on plant leaves.] I'm not really in the habit of keeping paper around, if that's what you're looking for.

[tallasaking]

For you? Probably the Norse legends - or other books about ancient warrior goddesses who defended the weak and the helpless.

[He snorted softly.] ... well we are going to have to change that.

[kill_switch]

[Warrior goddesses who defended the weak and the helpless. Fitting, although hearing it like that; knowing he's drawing some loose connection to herself, she can't help but think about the fact that she wasn't always that way. Altruism was basically thrust on her, and she resisted, and in the end caved. To be freely associated with it like this was something else.]

You're going to get me set up with the finest luxuries, is what you're saying? [Paper had been a hot commodity indeed in the wasteland, basically existing on the rare book stashes hoarded by those in power. Here, it wasn't exactly necessary what with the instant manner of the devices. She hadn't thought much about it until now, but Tyiron has her curious.]

[tallasaking]

Yes, because a notebook is truly the most advanced technology I can offer you in this place.

[Was his complete and total straight faced answer.]

[kill_switch]

[She shrugs.] Luxury doesn't have to be advanced. Just, highly sought, desired, short or controlled supply.

[tallasaking]

Well just for that I am going to be giving you recommendations and a notebook. Just more spoiling from your first mate. [Tyrion stated with a completely straight face.]

[kill_switch]

You trying to make me go soft? [Okay, there, Tyrion, you're making good progress with her. Seeing him so straight-faced tugs a little smile at the corners of her mouth.]

[tallasaking]

Perhaps not soft --- but a little less sharp about the edges. Enough to be able to accept a pencil. [Such a completely straight face. Look at this innocent expression.]

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[Her eyebrows rise up her forehead as she watches him. It's now become a challenge to try and break through that act.] You think I wouldn't accept a pencil?

... or are you worried I would and use it as a weapon?

[tallasaking]

Afraid or curious, that is the true question ...

[He mused aloud, his eyes glinting softly. Go on and try Furiosa.]

[kill_switch]

I'll satisfy your curiosity right now, hopefully. The pencil? Will be a pencil, especially if it comes with a notebook. I'll still use it as a weapon of the bed arises.

As for your fear ... [She shrugs.]

[tallasaking]

[Now that just made him smirk.] Weapon of the bed, hmmm? Any unwary suitors are going to get a sharp jab from your pencil then?

[kill_switch]

[Careful, Tyrion, this is treacherous territory you're dipping your toes in.] A pencil would be the least of their worries.

[Someone is not used to the idea of having suitors.]

[tallasaking]

[Tyrion solemnly held his hands up, a gesture he had used more than once when he got too close to the line with Furiosa. Yet he just kept pushing it.]

I cannot think of a single man foolish enough to even try.

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[She watches him quietly for a moment. She knows it's nothing more than jest, but she's still recovering from the calibrations and it poked at some old wounds recently pulled open. She sighs and looks down at her hand for a moment, the weight that had been briefly lifted again settling in the room.]

How's the rest of the ship? [Changing topics, moving to captain duties. What has she missed.]

[tallasaking]

[He keeps his palms open, so she doesn't see him as a threat, before he answered her with some quiet amusement. He is not tense, see, so do not be tense.]

Oh, swimmingly. Kaiden is up and around again, and we have that rather bright young lab man running about.

[kill_switch]

Mmm. That's good to hear.

[Tense is just her natural mode right now; at least he got her to loosen up at all, even if it was short-lived.]

[tallasaking]

And what else are you thinking about? Or need to know?

[He smiled softly, before he sat up a little.] Or would you rather whack me with a stick? Work off some of your frustration?

[kill_switch]

[A light, dry laugh.] I'm done fighting.

[When not necessary; don't worry, if the ship gets boarded again she'll be first o the front lines.] How are you faring?

[tallasaking]

[He gave her a lopsided smile.] Well you can always just keep up the fight against the Atroma. We do like our continuing struggle against our oppressors.

[With their weird baskets.]