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driftfleet2017-07-23 02:17 am
theroadwarrior) wrote in driftfleet2017-07-23 02:17 am
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Text/Action.
Who: Max and you
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Starstruck
When: Now-ish! Potential talk of mental health, but who knows! PTSD always, anyway.
[Max is not really social, in the days that follow the calibrations. In fact, he's downright hard to find — even for the Starstruck crew. Not mysteriously so, as there's always a shuttle missing and one can assume Max is marooning himself nearby in space itself, but he's still even more out of sigh than usual. He mainly just checks in to make sure nothing much has changed. Finally, after so much avoidance, he wanders back in and appears to seem... semi-manageable as company.
Or maybe he just got sick of space. Feel free to find him around the Starstruck; he's not leaving it much, if at all. He likes napping on the lounge chair, leaving the record to spin without the needle or a tune. If your character is really quiet they can sneak around him and play something. Or maybe try to stir him. But — wait. What's that? Written in Max's handwriting, there's a little note on the spot beside him.
Such a pleasant note. He's apparently learning after the last few punches or near-punches he's given people.
Or, you might find him with his rather nicely-crafted knee brace off; it's sitting beside him as he sits at his desk, and he's carefully working on a busted part to the shuttle with a melding gun. His bum leg is stretched out, relaxed, with a little TLC — one of those nice icy hot packs to quell the ache. Is that a single solitary beer bottle on the desk? Shucks, he's just having a nice cold one while he works. Or, you know, maybe a cuppa tea he took from the kitchen. Maybe. Maybe you find him in the bathroom, trimming his beard, because he hasn't been cutting it and it's getting way too out of hand. Like his hair, which is currently trying to go down his forehead and eat his eyes.
Anyway. He's had some things on his mind. What better way to ask than a text, so he can possibly ignore replies or disconnect early or take his time building his social gauge again?]
medication.
how far has it advanced for you
back home.
doesn't really exist anymore in my world. not a lot other than some natural remedies.
no pharmacies to visit.
anyone need to take them here?
[Just... wondering. He's got a bad knee, after all.
And, well. A bad brain. But he's not about to go into detail about that being a reason he's asking.]
if you were in my head
leave it alone. don't want to talk.
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Starstruck
When: Now-ish! Potential talk of mental health, but who knows! PTSD always, anyway.
[Max is not really social, in the days that follow the calibrations. In fact, he's downright hard to find — even for the Starstruck crew. Not mysteriously so, as there's always a shuttle missing and one can assume Max is marooning himself nearby in space itself, but he's still even more out of sigh than usual. He mainly just checks in to make sure nothing much has changed. Finally, after so much avoidance, he wanders back in and appears to seem... semi-manageable as company.
Or maybe he just got sick of space. Feel free to find him around the Starstruck; he's not leaving it much, if at all. He likes napping on the lounge chair, leaving the record to spin without the needle or a tune. If your character is really quiet they can sneak around him and play something. Or maybe try to stir him. But — wait. What's that? Written in Max's handwriting, there's a little note on the spot beside him.
Such a pleasant note. He's apparently learning after the last few punches or near-punches he's given people.
Or, you might find him with his rather nicely-crafted knee brace off; it's sitting beside him as he sits at his desk, and he's carefully working on a busted part to the shuttle with a melding gun. His bum leg is stretched out, relaxed, with a little TLC — one of those nice icy hot packs to quell the ache. Is that a single solitary beer bottle on the desk? Shucks, he's just having a nice cold one while he works. Or, you know, maybe a cuppa tea he took from the kitchen. Maybe. Maybe you find him in the bathroom, trimming his beard, because he hasn't been cutting it and it's getting way too out of hand. Like his hair, which is currently trying to go down his forehead and eat his eyes.
Anyway. He's had some things on his mind. What better way to ask than a text, so he can possibly ignore replies or disconnect early or take his time building his social gauge again?]
medication.
how far has it advanced for you
back home.
doesn't really exist anymore in my world. not a lot other than some natural remedies.
no pharmacies to visit.
anyone need to take them here?
[Just... wondering. He's got a bad knee, after all.
And, well. A bad brain. But he's not about to go into detail about that being a reason he's asking.]
if you were in my head
leave it alone. don't want to talk.
Text.
Can't blame her for assuming anything about those scattered thoughts.]
replies are fine
Just not for calibrations
Side-effects?
Old injury?
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That's what that memory thing was called, right? Don't wanna talk about that, anyway. No offense.
Depends on the medication. Sleep aids can cause drowsiness and a lot have warnings of doing things in your sleep like eating or even driving. Can be addictive, just like pain meds. Usually things like upset stomach or bowel movement changes or dry mouth. Sometimes things more extreme.
Me? Got a bunch.
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need to move quick, always be alert, in case of emergency. raids. surprise attacks.
you treat em with medication?
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Sometimes, especially if it involves a surgery. I only take painkillers when necessary. As you said, sometimes you need to be alert and aware. Sometimes being numb is worse.
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i'm just used to pain at this point; not sure what its like to not have it.
[Maybe he's come to accept the pain, made it a permanent resident at his house of one.]
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Guess it's more like the absence of pain rather than it being painless or feeling "good". Not quite sure how I'd describe it.
[ She figures it's part of being alive. Every facet of it is in some way or another and physical pain is just a reminder that she hasn't turned. If you can still feel your heart beating, even if it's erratic, then at least it's beating. ]
Then again, sometimes being restless and alert is unwelcome.
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better feeling the unwelcomed shit than caught off guard
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One of them might kill you. I get that well enough, anyway. Be nice to not have to choose and I'm lucky in that sometimes I'm afforded that luxury.
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