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[Furiosa spends most mornings in the gym. Honestly, she'd prefer the Enclosure, but she needs to be moving long and often enough that she can't justify using more than her share of the precious time in the false environment. She works out quickly how to run on the treadmill, but most of the other machines remain a mystery to her. If the right person is using them, they may see her watching, or so may decide to approach.
Some mornings her prosthesis is on, and others it is off, tucked protectively and nearly underfoot, out of habit, though this doesn't seem like the kind of place where anyone is likely to get any ideas.
When she is done, she usually ends by slipping upstairs, showering quickly, and permitting herself what feels like the decadent luxury of putting her feet into the pool. It takes her until about the fifth time to get up the nerve to walk in to the water, to lower herself down in it until she feels it lap up around her neck, then to hold her breath and gingerly, cover her mouth and nose, and cautiously, gingerly slip under the surface and just let herself float, suspended.
She can be found in any of those places.
Still, a workout isn't the same thing as practice, really, and the conversation that has been going on here has weighed heavily on her, though she hasn't participated. So, finally, she takes a break one morning in the gym and turns on the feed.]
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[She has to clear her throat to start, and wipe the sweat off her face. She's sitting in the frame, bare feet apart, elbows rested on her knees, metal arm down at her side. Furiosa isn't comfortable, exactly, talking to a little plastic box that will take her words all over the ship, but this is important to her.]
My name is Imperator Furiosa. I'm human. No powers. I'm in the gym.
If you need, I've been teaching people a little about how to fight. If you don't need, but you're--
I could use the practice.
[Short, unceremonious, she disconnects.]
[Furiosa spends most mornings in the gym. Honestly, she'd prefer the Enclosure, but she needs to be moving long and often enough that she can't justify using more than her share of the precious time in the false environment. She works out quickly how to run on the treadmill, but most of the other machines remain a mystery to her. If the right person is using them, they may see her watching, or so may decide to approach.
Some mornings her prosthesis is on, and others it is off, tucked protectively and nearly underfoot, out of habit, though this doesn't seem like the kind of place where anyone is likely to get any ideas.
When she is done, she usually ends by slipping upstairs, showering quickly, and permitting herself what feels like the decadent luxury of putting her feet into the pool. It takes her until about the fifth time to get up the nerve to walk in to the water, to lower herself down in it until she feels it lap up around her neck, then to hold her breath and gingerly, cover her mouth and nose, and cautiously, gingerly slip under the surface and just let herself float, suspended.
She can be found in any of those places.
Still, a workout isn't the same thing as practice, really, and the conversation that has been going on here has weighed heavily on her, though she hasn't participated. So, finally, she takes a break one morning in the gym and turns on the feed.]
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[She has to clear her throat to start, and wipe the sweat off her face. She's sitting in the frame, bare feet apart, elbows rested on her knees, metal arm down at her side. Furiosa isn't comfortable, exactly, talking to a little plastic box that will take her words all over the ship, but this is important to her.]
My name is Imperator Furiosa. I'm human. No powers. I'm in the gym.
If you need, I've been teaching people a little about how to fight. If you don't need, but you're--
I could use the practice.
[Short, unceremonious, she disconnects.]
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Date: 2015-06-30 12:43 pm (UTC)The hand that had been grabbing and twisting the front of that henley goes still, then presses flat against his shoulder. She doesn't throw herself off him, yet, but goes still instead. Sometimes the come-down is easier if you don't treat it like an emergency, though it certainly can be one.
She looks him in the eyes, and pushes back slowly, putting a few more inches between them, giving him the space to extricate himself if he needs.]
You're here with me.
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Date: 2015-06-30 01:12 pm (UTC)And then, with a soft moan, he doubles over so he can rest his hands on his knees. Between catching his breath, he pants out,]
I shouldn't have, I knew it was a risk, I get-- [He draws in a particularly sharp breath, still bending over.]
I forget where I am.
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Date: 2015-06-30 01:18 pm (UTC)[She can't call him Tommy. Well, she can, but it won't come easily to her, and when she isn't thinking about it, Thomas is likely to slip out.
And right now, she's surprised, at the force of his reaction, of the sincerity of his regret.
It takes her a few seconds for her to see that it's because this isn't normal where he's from. That most people don't fight, so don't know.]
This is how bodies are. They hold memories. [This is everyone, in her world.] Keep knowing me, touch me the wrong way one day and I will go from a cold standstill to trying to bite your throat out.
[It's how things are.]
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Date: 2015-06-30 01:31 pm (UTC)It's the tunnels. [He doesn't want to explain all of it, doesn't have the energy, but he wants her to understand a little more.] The things we had to do to stay alive in there, they...
[A groan, and he bends down to pick his hat up from the mat. He doesn't put it on yet, but he grips it tight.] One of my men sometimes goes off, thinking he's a whiz-bang, about to explode.
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Date: 2015-06-30 01:36 pm (UTC)[She shrugs, and gets to her feet, too, stretching again and then smiling, rolling her shoulder more pointedly so he can see how much better she feels, after what he's done for it.]
Come eat something with me. You'll have no appetite, but chewing helps cut the panic.
[It's normal to her, and so she's blunt about it, on the edge of utilitarian. It's happening, and this is what there is to be done.]
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Date: 2015-06-30 01:40 pm (UTC)Thank you.
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Date: 2015-06-30 01:54 pm (UTC)[Because she's going to get her arm back on. She fits it, then shrugs it just so, and begins the process of buckling the straps, efficient and one-handed.]
What else helps you?
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Date: 2015-06-30 01:57 pm (UTC)Whiskey.
[It doesn't help him, but it's what he does. If Grace had been here, she would have-- he cuts that thought off immediately, because nothing good can come of that.]
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Date: 2015-06-30 02:09 pm (UTC)[She says, but she reads his tone. The thing about being this new here, and being as straight as she normally is, it's easy for Furiosa to say things that are perfectly, apparently unintentionally hilarious.
Whether it's accidental or not shall remain a mystery, but her sage advice is;]
Try pancakes, instead.
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Date: 2015-06-30 02:20 pm (UTC)Let's see about getting some of those, then.
[He stands there for another second, his eyes closed, face tilted upwards as if he's expecting absolution, and then kneels to put his boots back on. He nods at her when he's done, silently asking her to lead the way.]
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Date: 2015-06-30 02:29 pm (UTC)Furiosa manages her tray one armed, and fills it with things for two, choosing what the both of them will have.]
Do you like sweet things?
[She can't get a taste for syrup, so hesitates on it.]
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Date: 2015-06-30 02:34 pm (UTC)Not particularly, no.
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Date: 2015-06-30 02:40 pm (UTC)Good table's free.
[The one where you can put your back to the wall and still see the door. She sets off to claim it, before anyone else can slip in ahead of them.]
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Date: 2015-06-30 02:46 pm (UTC)He sets the tray down in front of her, settles one plate in front her, and slips into the other seat.
They don't need to speak to each other, and he doesn't initiate any conversation. He eats quietly; doesn't taste a thing, but feels the chewing calm him down. It's strange that it works the way she'd said it would work, but he accepts it like he's accepted other things about her. It's only when he's polished off the entire meal and is halfway down his cup of coffee that he leans back, closes his eyes; trusts her to use the table to its full advantage.]
Be mighty bloody tiresome if this happened every time, Furiosa.
[He means to say: we shouldn't fight again, but it's easier to convince her of the reasons why first and then tell her that.]
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Date: 2015-06-30 02:50 pm (UTC)[She can't conceive of a world where that could be less than every few days. He must have a good idea by now, a reasonably large sample.]
You're gonna have to break that, fast. This place waits for no man.
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Date: 2015-06-30 03:12 pm (UTC)[He takes a sip of coffee, and his voice is no longer regretful like it was before. This is just stating facts.]
And guns are fine.
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Date: 2015-06-30 03:39 pm (UTC)[Cradling her cup of coffee, scanning the room, thoughtfully.
Yes, there's going to be a next time, Tommy.]
Seen that yet?
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Date: 2015-06-30 03:48 pm (UTC)No, I haven't. But if it can do that, I should've.
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Date: 2015-06-30 03:51 pm (UTC)[A shrewd glance, a private little smile.]
You're with me?
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Date: 2015-06-30 03:57 pm (UTC)He leans his head back against the wall, then turns it just enough to look at her.]
I'm with you, Furiosa.
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Date: 2015-06-30 04:01 pm (UTC)Then we'll go there next time. In the mean time, do you want more of that drink?
[She doesn't know the word for coffee.]
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Date: 2015-06-30 04:37 pm (UTC)Coffee? No, thank you. [He makes it a policy to limit his non-alcoholic fluids intake to about 20% a day, Furiosa. The rest of it must be whiskey.]
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Date: 2015-06-30 04:49 pm (UTC)[Echoing, testing the word.]
We never heat water deliberately. Loses too much into the air. This tastes like a canteen left in the car on a hot day, but with flavour.
[Drawing her hand back, carefully unruffled.]
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Date: 2015-06-30 05:52 pm (UTC)It's made from beans. They roast them, then grind the beans down to little particles and let the water run through that so it gets its flavor.
Do you like it?
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Date: 2015-06-30 06:01 pm (UTC)[Fruit punch.]
But it's nothing compared to iced water. I've never tasted cold like that, even back when I was a girl.
[She hasn't passed blood in her urine once since she's been here, either. It's miraculous, as far as she's concerned.]
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