MAD MAX SANDBOX POST

[iamawaited]

Welcome to the Wasteland: a sandbox/open post for Mad Max RP

(Seriously, go nuts.

That's what this canon is for.)

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Threadstarter #1: The Fix It Thread

[iamawaited]

It's a long time before Nux comes to again, and at first, all he knows is that he should be dead and isn't. It doesn't take long for the pain to come blazing along after that to confirm it. This is no Valhalla. He's not sure at first that it isn't someplace else; someplace much, much worse. Eventually, though, when he gets upright and pain recedes and memory starts kicking back into gear, he starts to understand the truth. The remains of the war rig and the war drums lie smouldering in the canyon pass, what seems like miles of wreckage behind them. Corpses everywhere, glorious and inglorious. And Nux, thrown clear of the battle, bizarrely alive and alone.

After a time, he starts scavenging, because he doesn't know what else to do. He cobbles together something like a car out of spare parts and leaking guzzoline. It's not even close to chrome, but it limps along better than he can. He stows away the few supplies he can find and then... then he makes for the Citadel, because whoever holds it, it's still the only place he knows to go.

Still, he prays to whatever he can pray to now that what he did meant something. That the Wives have their water and that Capable still lives. He clasps his hands in makeshift prayer over the best approximation of a steering wheel he can make, and then he sets out west.

[preciouscargo]

No one thought Nux could survive such a massive wreck, although given how many times he had proven sorely lacking in the ability to kill himself off; someone should have gone back to check. She would have gone back herself if she wasn't so sorely needed to sort out the new change in regime at the Citadel. Water was no longer such a guarded commodity. Life for the people living there no longer such a terrible, awful, burden. Spirits began to lift. The Wives became known as something more than just property. They were called by their given names, names that were cheered in the streets even as Nux's makeshift vehicle sputtered towards the life.

Capable thought he was in Valhalla, that he had gone out in the blaze of glory he had always wanted and she made certain his sacrifice wouldn't be forgotten. Imagine, if you will, thousands of ragged strangers chanting his name once he announced who he was.

She couldn't stop herself from rushing out to meet him as soon as he was lifted up into the Citadel. Losing all sense of decorum entirely as she threw herself in his arms and tucked her face against his neck.

"Valhalla wasn't ready for the likes of you yet."

[antiseed]

(angharad arrives in folkvangr with the same smile on her face that she had worn to her death.

waking up takes a while. it feels like struggling to come into focus. soon she realizes she is standing, and her body feels differently to how she remembers it. perhaps death is simply lighter. when she looks down over herself and notices she is no longer pregnant, she presses her face into her hands and breathes. her nails scratch up over the thin scars on her forehead, and they do not hurt. folkvangr is more forgiving than she could have known.

and it is green. the trees remind her of her childhood. for a long while she sits among them, toes scrunching into fresh grass, her legs up to her chest and her chin on her knees. she hopes her sisters have the same comforts in life as she does in death. she misses them terribly, but not enough to wish them by her side. folkvangr is lonely in hindsight, and she can't help but wonder if she is supposed to move on to something more.

finding that will come later. for now she is content to sit and catch her breath and enjoy the fresh breeze on her skin. nobody can touch her here, or take her away.)

AUniverse

[iamawaited]

This city is a rough one, wild and barely tamed, and that also makes it messy and complicated to some. For young men like Nux, though -- the ones who fell through the cracks long, long ago -- things tend to be very simple. As much as the city holds, his world comes down to a few basic things: the cars he steals and scavenges from; the clinic he visits once a month to have poisons pumped through his veins; the tenement he calls home and the haphazard family that's grown up around him there. And Boss Joe, always. Boss Joe's word is law and Scripture both.

Boss Joe's word is what sends him into the alley behind the women's shelter on this particular day. The report comes down the chain that there's a car he's seen parked there that he wants. Nux is, of course, the first to volunteer. It's not hard to find the car Joe has in mind. Nux knows it immediately once he gets there. It's a true standout, a hulking beauty, and Nux is all too eager to get his hands on it as he quietly sets to breaking in.

/winging it

[witness_this]

Max is the one who drags him back, broken and bloody and clotted with red sand and the ashy remains of that ghostly white paint.

Furiosa, though, is the one who is there when he wakes.

They have dismantled the Organic Mechanic's dark lair, and taken over the Vault. It has some of the best light in the place, and rows of soft cots that can be lined up, access to running water and a great deal of clean linen. It's a bad place for the Wives, and probably always will be, but that just means they surrender it all the more gladly to the Vuvalini healers.

The room is empty, except for Furiosa lying two beds down, eyes gently shut, chest rising and falling in repose. A punctured lung isn't something even she can walk off, and there aren't really bodies to spare around here, so she is what passes for his welcoming committee.

Hearing him stir, she murmurs;

"You too young to remember cats, Warboy?"