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driftfleet2017-11-28 01:27 pm
theroadwarrior) wrote in driftfleet2017-11-28 01:27 pm
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Voice/Action.
Who: Max and you.
Broadcast: Fleetwide Voice!
Action: Starstruck, Iskaulit.
When: Now-ish. Or some such.
(If you have a wildcard, lemme know, we can thread something here if you have a thing in mind!)
[Voice.]
... I need some... help. [Ugh, no wastelander actually likes to admit that.] Work fine with traditional machinery, oldtime stuff. No good at the advance junk other than pilotting, though. Want a leg that works well -- not just the usual prosthetic, something good, something sturdy enough for whatever happens next. Fighting, climbing, running -- need to be better n'before.
... Can pay for it, too.
[He huffs, rubbing his neck off the feed. His bangs are getting too long and unruly again.]
Just need it to get me standing on my own again.
[Action.]
[What a shitshow, these last few months have been. Max has, of course, avoided a lot of the last place thanks to being either sick or not quite of strength to move and help with the situation; frustrating, and certainly not without annoyed grunts or grumbles, but he's working on it. He's moved from wheelchair to a crutch, and so -- the Starstruck will find that he's pretty damn close to his usual self again.
Instead of hobbling on a bum knee, he's clacking around with one good leg, which is better than being dead as far as anyone's concerned, yeah? He's determined, in his usual hard-to-read silence, of not letting himself fall behind -- if he's going to dedicate his limited patience and loyalty to his crew (he's not saying the f-word, either), he's going to do it right. That means visiting the Iskaulit gym and making sure he doesn't go all weak in the knee or anything. It's the first time he's started actually leaving the Starstruck after the meteor incident, and it is admittedly a relief to not stare at the same walls daily now.
He also doesn't... sleep in the shuttle anymore. He sleeps in his room, with a bed. It's a miracle.
Ch-ch-changes, like the Bowie song on the record player'll sometimes belt out. He's still kind of stingy about the record player. But c'mon, you have to give him some slack. He's doing his best here. And speaking of record players...
The atroma sent him something, in a normal fed-ex styled envelope.
... It's a generic record.
For Christmas music.
...
Feel free to catch Max on his crutch, hobbling off toward the airlock.]
Broadcast: Fleetwide Voice!
Action: Starstruck, Iskaulit.
When: Now-ish. Or some such.
(If you have a wildcard, lemme know, we can thread something here if you have a thing in mind!)
[Voice.]
... I need some... help. [Ugh, no wastelander actually likes to admit that.] Work fine with traditional machinery, oldtime stuff. No good at the advance junk other than pilotting, though. Want a leg that works well -- not just the usual prosthetic, something good, something sturdy enough for whatever happens next. Fighting, climbing, running -- need to be better n'before.
... Can pay for it, too.
[He huffs, rubbing his neck off the feed. His bangs are getting too long and unruly again.]
Just need it to get me standing on my own again.
[Action.]
[What a shitshow, these last few months have been. Max has, of course, avoided a lot of the last place thanks to being either sick or not quite of strength to move and help with the situation; frustrating, and certainly not without annoyed grunts or grumbles, but he's working on it. He's moved from wheelchair to a crutch, and so -- the Starstruck will find that he's pretty damn close to his usual self again.
Instead of hobbling on a bum knee, he's clacking around with one good leg, which is better than being dead as far as anyone's concerned, yeah? He's determined, in his usual hard-to-read silence, of not letting himself fall behind -- if he's going to dedicate his limited patience and loyalty to his crew (he's not saying the f-word, either), he's going to do it right. That means visiting the Iskaulit gym and making sure he doesn't go all weak in the knee or anything. It's the first time he's started actually leaving the Starstruck after the meteor incident, and it is admittedly a relief to not stare at the same walls daily now.
He also doesn't... sleep in the shuttle anymore. He sleeps in his room, with a bed. It's a miracle.
Ch-ch-changes, like the Bowie song on the record player'll sometimes belt out. He's still kind of stingy about the record player. But c'mon, you have to give him some slack. He's doing his best here. And speaking of record players...
The atroma sent him something, in a normal fed-ex styled envelope.
... It's a generic record.
For Christmas music.
...
Feel free to catch Max on his crutch, hobbling off toward the airlock.]
permavideo
Thank you. I've been so bored.
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[He says it like he hasn't KNOWN ALL THIS TIME HE'S BEEN HERE.
... He has, of course. It's impossible to not notice a Stark's presence.
And while he doesn't sound insanely enthused (when does he ever), he relents.]
Hnn. Any experience in making prosthesis?
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The one and only. [ howard makes a vague flourish with his hand, just barely suppressing an eyeroll at the question. ]
You still don't trust me, pal? Don't I always come through for you?
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[Which wasn't a far through. Gosh, Max, you're such a sweetie.
A scoff.]
... Peggy puts a lot of faith in you, though.
[BTW they're on a first-name basis now, progress has been made.]
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What do you say, then? Have one more good throw in you? [ he tips his head, this is happening bro just accept it. ] Why don't you send a list of specs to my comm unit and I'll get to work.
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I'm Aizawa, I handle the sickbay on the Starstruck. I'd like to be involved in the process, so that in the event Max has a medical emergency I'll be better informed.
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If you find someone decent, pass their name along to me? Mine broke in the bloody crash.
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[well that's super useful]
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Much easier.
[Merlan shrugs lightly and offers a smile.]
So.
Whatever you need I can probably figure out in no time and I'd love to work with you on it. It doesn't matter where we work, really. Iskaulit, Twin Roses, wherever I've enough space. I've got a nice set of tools since I'm one of two Engineers.
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[she'll never get over how helpful and nice people can be sometimes. It really throws her off] I - suppose I could bring it to you, then? Since you have so kindly offered.
I do not know if it needs demon proofing, but it already runs on magic. That is how it is able to function like a proper hand.
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[What a shit. But he can't help but perk at the talk of a crash. Him, care? No way.]
What happened?
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[she'll call him on it.
. . . is he being serious?]
My ship was one of the ones that crashed on the last planet.
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I saw that part; what happened after?
[Because clearly he asked that perfectly well.]
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action.
she tries to hone in on the good things. like the progress max makes when she finds his shuttle empty during her early morning workout. somehow, that helps her smile to herself as her shoes pound the treadmill. and later, when she's fussing over tea, some of that pride lingers when max crutches his way into the kitchen. ]
You're getting devilish quick.
[ peggy glances at the pot and glances at the mugs. want a cuppa? ]
action.
[It's an unhappy sound, but not an uncommon one. Some days there's just reason to be a grinch. Like... the holidays. Which clearly turn him into some sort of furry green creature. Being reminded of christmas cheer, something that is supposed to be relatively extinct now, is not on his list of fun things for the month. Also, he's begrudgingly and potentially relying on Howard Stark for help.
.... But that cuppa looks pretty great.
He plops down in a chair, grunting. Sure would, since you offered.
Always rely on him to take advantage of an offer.]
action.
she pours two from the steeping pot. one for her, one for max. ]
Is that so? What bee has got under your bonnet now?
[ she places one mug in front of him and then sits across the table. ]
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... Gonna let Stark work on a leg for me.
[And while most would be over the moon, he knows that she knows why he'd be cautious about this venture. He'll admit Stark's a genius or whatever, but if he makes a leg that does anything weird, so help him god-]
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... But he's smart. Peggy'll keep him in line, if he's out of it.
[He hesitates; apparently, they're on the same page here.]
Could use you for -- when it's in place. Since you're medical.
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[Max, you're just being mean now.]
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