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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: 2015-07-10 02:23 am (UTC)[She admits, fingertip tracing the lip of the cup.]
It's not easy.
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Date: 2015-07-10 02:36 am (UTC)[Alright, that's got a hint of amusement back in him. He starts tossing the crumpled ball from one hand to the other, trying to occupy his fingers with something other than a cigar for the moment.]
Not lookin' forward to gettin' assigned, but--like I said. [Graves shakes his head, catching the ball one last time.] Whatever makes this go along quicker, I suppose.
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Date: 2015-07-10 02:41 am (UTC)That part I understand, though- you've got a month or two before you've got heavy supervision, in a way, haven't you?
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Date: 2015-07-10 02:48 am (UTC)[Huffs. Yes, old man, gripe about it.]
To be honest, I've got no idea. Never was given an idea for when I'd be gettin' chained up to somebody, so--for all I know, could be tomorrow. Hopin' it ain't, but hell.
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Date: 2015-07-10 02:50 am (UTC)[She agrees, with a breath out, and a shake of her head. She can't blame him.]
From what I've seen, it normally takes a few months at least, even to be assigned someone temporary. But that means you'll have no one to make requests for you in the mean time, or let you off the ship when we dock-
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Date: 2015-07-10 03:01 am (UTC)That's...reassurin'. I c'n deal with not gettin' anythin'. [Being stuck on the ship even when there was an opportunity to leave, albeit temporarily--that was the part he'd have a slightly harder time stomaching. Whatever. He'd make do, just like he had before.]
I guess the next part's findin' somethin' to do durin' all that. Have somethin' in mind ahead'a time so I won't be too bored outta my skull, maybe.
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Date: 2015-07-10 12:58 pm (UTC)[Perfectly reasonably, as though he very well might not.]
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Date: 2015-07-10 02:27 pm (UTC)...but, uh. Can't exactly vouch for how good I am with 'em, though. Never really tried.
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Date: 2015-07-10 02:47 pm (UTC)Maybe you could find something like that. Work in a place that isn't the most unpleasant-
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Date: 2015-07-11 01:08 am (UTC)What's your world like, though? Don't sound all that hospitable. [A lot of sand and apparently a strong emphasis on fighting, if Furiosa herself was anything to go by--that didn't come off as utopia.]
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Date: 2015-07-11 01:15 am (UTC)[She admits, with a faint sigh.]
There was a war.
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Date: 2015-07-12 11:15 pm (UTC)We almost had somethin' similar 'fore the Institute got put in place. Can't say I was ever really much for history books, but the Rune Wars weren't really one of those things that just fade away after a while. Came real close to wreckin' everythin', but we got lucky.
...how long ago was your war?
[He's curious, actually; if it was sort of recently, perhaps Furiosa remembers what it was like before. If not, oh well.]
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Date: 2015-07-12 11:26 pm (UTC)[A middle height gesture.]
No more nuclear weapons left to drop, at least. Though the fighting never really stopped.
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Date: 2015-07-17 05:45 am (UTC)I figure we would'a had it much the same way. When things get to that level, they don't just stop because the big guns are out of ammo.
You think you're better off here than you were back on your world? I've heard somebody say that they were--I don't much get it myself, but I suppose it's gonna be different for everyone.
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Date: 2015-07-17 10:58 am (UTC)