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.]

Comments

[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.]

[kill_switch]

I think, with Atroma ... it's a matter of waiting for the right moment.

[She's spent twenty years laying in wait before, she'll do it for twenty more if she has to.]

[tallasaking]

Now that ... I can completely agree with.

[His mouth twisted slightly.]

[kill_switch]

What's the longest that you've waited, for an opportunity to arise?

[tallasaking]

Myself? About fifteen years.

[kill_switch]

We're just about even, then.

Atroma didn't make the smartest move, bringing us in.

[A ghost of a smile, again; they'd wait as long as necessary until they could strike back.]

[tallasaking]

Just about.

Oh no ... never bring in someone who can play a long, long game.

[The faintest of smirks.]

[kill_switch]

We've just scratched the surface.

[He's at least given her a sense of something rare; hope.]

[tallasaking]

Oh, that, I completely believe.

[He smirked widely, pushing his hair out of his face.]

[kill_switch]

[She lets out a small breath with a faint smile and looks down at her feet. She then sets her coffee down, and picks up the tart, looking at it a moment before working her hand to crack it in two and offers a piece out to Tyrion.]

Not so easy to shut people out here, if Atroma's going to pull this shit. Thanks for having my back.

[tallasaking]

[Tyrion looked at her for a long moment, before reaching out to take the other half. He saluted her with it, before saying solemnly.]

You are welcome -- and I always will.