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kill_switchWho: Furiosa and you!
Broadcast: n/a
Action: Starstruck, Iskaulit Gardens
When: Now until the end of the month of September
Three years is more than enough time to establish a routine, and by now Furiosa's pretty settled in hers. She didn't need much sleep, start her day with some coffee and looking through the network, catching up on who's new and who's left and who has possibly gone batshit insane (either on their own or with Atroma's assistance).
Hangar
She works on the shuttles, making sure they're well-maintained. It's much easier to do here since the fleet isn't constantly engaged in raids, battles with bandits and buzzards, or hauling ass along the Fury Road.
Catch her while she's grabbing a wrench or wiping grease off her hand, or when she's elbow deep in the bowels of the shuttle.
Iskaulit Gardens
She's tending the peach tree. It's flourishing, and she smiles as she picks a peach and bites into it. Part of her time here is watering plants, pruning, assessing the irrigation system.
The rest of her time there is just quiet introspection, sitting in the greenery and looking out the available windows at space beyond. Maybe join her in the silence, or break it, or critique her gardening skills (but she's been hard at work learning the best ways to tend plants since about Day 1).
Starstruck
She's sitting back in the pilot's seat, feet propped up on the console. She's got Max's note with her, thinking back on her time here, and thinking back on the life she left behind at the Citadel. There are some parts of it that have dimmed with time, and other parts that seem like she'd just experienced them.
[[Furiosa's last post]]
Broadcast: n/a
Action: Starstruck, Iskaulit Gardens
When: Now until the end of the month of September
Three years is more than enough time to establish a routine, and by now Furiosa's pretty settled in hers. She didn't need much sleep, start her day with some coffee and looking through the network, catching up on who's new and who's left and who has possibly gone batshit insane (either on their own or with Atroma's assistance).
Hangar
She works on the shuttles, making sure they're well-maintained. It's much easier to do here since the fleet isn't constantly engaged in raids, battles with bandits and buzzards, or hauling ass along the Fury Road.
Catch her while she's grabbing a wrench or wiping grease off her hand, or when she's elbow deep in the bowels of the shuttle.
Iskaulit Gardens
She's tending the peach tree. It's flourishing, and she smiles as she picks a peach and bites into it. Part of her time here is watering plants, pruning, assessing the irrigation system.
The rest of her time there is just quiet introspection, sitting in the greenery and looking out the available windows at space beyond. Maybe join her in the silence, or break it, or critique her gardening skills (but she's been hard at work learning the best ways to tend plants since about Day 1).
Starstruck
She's sitting back in the pilot's seat, feet propped up on the console. She's got Max's note with her, thinking back on her time here, and thinking back on the life she left behind at the Citadel. There are some parts of it that have dimmed with time, and other parts that seem like she'd just experienced them.
[[Furiosa's last post]]
