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Who: First Breath Crew and Visitors
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Action: First Breath
When: Mingle for August

[What's going on with all of you First Breath-ers? Has it been a good month? A terrible month? Or perhaps you're visiting a First Breath-er. Either way, here is a First Breath mingle post for all your First Breath mingle needs!]

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[A little over halfway through the month, Furiosa finally returns from her agricultural job on Kayana. She's worked herself to the bone, but the isolation and toiling in dirt has helped her regain some mental clarity that had been lose through the calibrations. She's never an overly conversant person, but the edge and active avoidance from earlier is gone.]

Kitchen

[Instead of grabbing her food to go, she settles at the table to eat. She's learning to cook, using some fresh grown foodstuffs between the plants here and those farmed from the Iskaulit, as well as some she'd taken as partial payment from her job. She's made enough to share, this time, so feel free to take a peek at the pot while she's nursing her coffee at the table.]

Hanger

[One of the shuttles is still looking a little worse for wear, although at this point it's more aesthetic than anything functional that's lacking. Still, she's toiling away at it to make sure it's back to prime running condition (and possibly adding a few things herself).]

Bridge

[Finally, she's back to spending a considerable amount of time in her Captain's chair. Her legs are propped up on the dash, a cup nestled in her lap, as she stares out at the stars.]

Well look at you, out and about like a real person.

[Is Tyrion's drawling response, as he heads out with his own cup of coffee.]

Surprising, how much good a bit of green does. I've got you some new seeds, by the way.

[Now at this, he brightened.]

I have been so busy wheeling and dealing I haven't had time to shop - what have you brought me?

[She reaches down to a bag slouched next to the captain's chair and pulls out a manila envelope and holds it out to Tyrion.]

Worked a farm, got a selection of seeds in addition to credits. Herbs, fruits and vegetables, stuff I think we'd be able to cultivate here.

[He took it, going to take it and open it up. He inspected the seeds carefully, a smile appearing on his lips.]

Oh, these are perfect. Yes ... yes with my new station we should be able to do this quite nicely.

[She smiles into her mug before taking another drink.] I look forward to seeing what you come up with.

I promise, it will be as impressive as I am.

[He smirked over at her, as he carefully put the seeds away.]

What else did you get up to? Anything amusing?

I've no doubt.

[She smirks at him, then down at her mug before looking out into space.]

Nothing special. I needed space, didn't want to be around people. Found plenty of solace working the farm.

[Basically she spent the whole month alone with plants. It's definitely he idea of a perfect vacation.]

[He looked over at her, his gaze narrowing thoughtfully as he put the seeds away and looked out to space once more.]

So ... are you feeling ... more clear headed?

[He had to change that from 'better'. Neither one of them was anything near to 'better'.]

[She knew by now that you never tried to go for better. You survived, and if you were luck, you thrived. But often it was too much to hope for.

Clear-headed itself wasn't exactly a fully attainable concept, though she certainly wasn't hounded by the inner demons Max was.]

Somewhat. Enough. You don't have to worry about captaining quite yet.

[Survival and thriving. The basis for any real person in any world, as far as Tyrion was concerned.

He glanced over at her, before he mocked sniffed.] Good, good. Hate to get stuck with all the responsibility, after all.

[She chuckles,] Complain all you want, the ship hasn't exploded. Might take a longer vacation, next time.

[ ... teasing?]

...I would say you wouldn't dare ... but you would dare. Absolutely and in a heart beat.

[He smirks over at her, as he leans in the railing to look out in space.] Makes me wonder if I shouldn't take the vacation next time though.

[Something sure doesn't smell like gel on gel with a side of gel. Or wedding leftovers. He's got a box with his camera balanced on top, but abandons those on the counter to investigate the stove, and then look around. No sign of Ignis, so that must mean...]

You make this? It smells good.

I threw a few things together. Feel free.

[She makes a motion with her robotic prosthetic to towards the pot.]

Ah, thanks!

[He'll do just that, scooping some into a bowl and dragging it and his box along with him. He get manages two bites while throwing the box open and going through the contents, some of them ending up on the on the table. Photographs, it turns out. The spoon is still hanging out of his mouth when he says,]

This is good. It's nice to have fresh food around here.

I'll never get tired of fresh food.

[Or really, accessible food in general, but fresh is particularly nice. She leans over to look at his photographs; not something you usually see out here, where images can just be kept on their devices.]

Mm. Me, either. Iggy ... Ignis - he can whip up some amazing things. Doesn't even need the augment.

[Prompto is a terrible cook. But being best buds with a prince with a personal chef kinda spoiled him.

He smiles and pushes a few of the photos closer as he sorts through them. Digital records are fine, but he really loves textures and look and feel of a final, developed photograph.]

Most are of Noct and Luna's wedding. I'm making an album for them. But I have quite a few of the city itself.

[There's the beach, sunrises and sunsets from various heights and angles, buildings, streets, that slummy area he was told not to go to and definitely told not to take pictures of but totally did anyway (good thing he can run fast), those floaty farms - the only green places he could find anywhere...]

I'd heard about that.

[The wedding, that is. She didn't attend; she was only vaguely aware what that sort of thing was all about. She looks through the pictures as he spreads them out, appreciating his talent and the simple beauty of things he captured. The farms, of course, get her attention more than anything; it's where she's spent the last month.]

Are you selling any of these?

Well, you've tried it, right? His cooking? You really should, if you haven't.

[He was the cook and all. And in Prompto's meager opinion probably one of the best out there.]

I've been thinking I should? Maybe? If people are interested. Um, do you like them?

[He's fond of his work, but also the most critical. But the idea of people wanting his pictures - and being willing to pay for them - makes him deliriously happy.]

I don't think I have yet, no.

[Lately, she was eating her own endeavors, but if she got the chance she wouldn't turn it down.]

I do. I'd like to buy this one. [She holds up one of the floating farms.]

You really should.

[He's repeating himself. But. He does love Iggy's cooking. He's also polished off the bowl in front of him. That was really good too.]

Yeah! Yeah. Absolutely. U-um... [He rattles off a price he thinks might be fair - but also steeply discounted. Captain's discount. It's the first one he's sold. He's just happy to do so.]

[Furiosa pulls her device out and initiates transfer of the funds over to him immediately. She's been frugal on her trips; working far more than she ever spends, so she's got a fair amount saved away. She doesn't bat an eye at the price.]

There you go.

Wow. Thanks! Thanks so much.

[He doesn't even check. Eventually, he'll work out how much his work is worth. But for now, he slides the photo over with the biggest grin. Best day ever.]

[She takes the photo and holds it for a moment, looking at it and smiling to herself.]

You do good work. You could probably make a nice little bit of credits on the side with this.

Yeah? You really think so? That's what I was hoping for. I ... I mean if there's enough interest, y'know?

[She shrugs,] Only way to find out is to ask. Could post to the network, or take some planetside next time we stop.

Yeah. [He looks over the pictures he has spread out critically.] Um, I'll think about it.

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