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[shiny_and_chrome]

Who: Nux and OPEN
What: Alive is good....maybe?  Having no money is...what is money?
Where: District 8 common area and training
Warnings: TBD?

A:  DIstrict 6 Common Area:

Nux is probably hard to see, because he's sitting on the floor.  Because, yeah, what is furniture?  They didn't have that in the Citadel. Even cars had most of their seats stripped out, except for the driver's. 

He misses driving, but after a few pokes at the tv remote, he's figured out what it does. And so he's found a racing show--sure they're not cars, but they're racing around that track for sure--while he's gotten a toaster dismantled into pieces between his legs. 



B:  Training Room

He's feeling waaaay better than he probably has a right to feel. Especially, you know, after being killed and all.  By a little girl!  He always KNEW females were weird, but, yeah, didn't see that one coming!  So he's on the far side of the punching bags, where he can view anyone coming in, noticeably trying to avoid anyone of the female persuasion, as he shifts between punching the bag and throwing knives. They're not quite lances or thundersticks, but they're close enough, he figures.

"Be better if they exploded, though," he muses, heading down range to retrieve them.  Because, well, anything's better if it explodes. 

C: Random Wandering In the City

Yeah, the City kind of weirds Nux out. It's so big. And there's like...open space. And there's shops, which are places that sell things! Things like...stuff he's never seen before! Like apple peelers and spaghetti tongs and....boxer underwear and big foil packets filled with air and something called 'potato chips' and little things that play music...the way he stops and stares into shop windows, or at people, it's probably really easy to run smack into six foot four of pasty War Boy.

Or, conversely, having him run into an innocent bystander as he runs out of a shop, hands full of plunder.  Paying for stuff? Wh-what's that? 

Comments

A

[shiny_and_chrome]

Hey, these scars are awesome. A full V8 engine! It's magnificent!

Don't blame him for staring, though. He's still not so comfortable around, you know, girls. And also the accent is a little...disconcerting. Almost like a Buzzard, but, well...Buzzards don't show that much skin. Or any skin, really. The words will actually eventually filter through his brain, and he'll nod a little too fast.

"Taking the slice heating thing apart." Obviously. He's a master of obvious. Except for knowing what 'toast' is. That's not so obvious.

[molotov]

Molotov is someone who's fairly used to being stared at, even by people who are comfortable with women. It's more a thing about her, specifically, but she can't complain. She supposes it's what's made her so famous here.

"The toaster, yes. I can see that. I mean why are you doing that? You know that you're going to have to pay for it, right?" She's unconcerned with the new credit cut-off, but most people don't have a year's worth of Sponsorship money and kill rewards behind them, either.

Besides, she's a Citizen now. She doesn't have to abide by the rules for Tributes.

"And now no one can have toast."

[shiny_and_chrome]

Well, sure, the cleavage is a bit...cleavagy. Part of him does kind of wonder how that thing stays on.

N-not like he's gonna ask, though.

"Toaster! That's what it is." Yes, toaster. Which toasts slices. He looks down at the pieces, then back up. "I want to see how it works." What other reason is there?

"I can fix it, though!" Because, wow, she's kind of making him feel bad. "If they didn't want me to use it, they shouldn't just leave it lying around."

[molotov]

That is a trade secret and she will never reveal it.

"You put bread in it and push the lever, and then it heats up, that's how it works," she says dryly, planting one hand on her cocked hip. "They meant for you to make toast in it, not take it apart into a million pieces. What if I wanted a bagel right now, huh?"

Molotov does not want a bagel right now. She lights up a cigarette and takes a drag instead.

"Anyway, they'll probably charge you for it anyway. Might as well add it to your tab."

crikey thanks for losing my notifs gmail

[shiny_and_chrome]

"There are other ways to make hot bread," Nux says. Because Nux is using LOGIC. "You could lay it out in the sun, or on a hot engine or...." The possibilities: endless!

So that solves that. Even if he...doesn't know what a bagel is. He's still sure the hot engine would work.

"Charge me? For what? IF they didn't want me to touch it, they shouldn't just leave it around!" Truth: don't put black thumbs anywhere near something you don't want them to tinker with!

[molotov]

"Okay, but why would I do those things when I theoretically have a toaster?" She leans over the back of the sofa, arms crossed to hold herself up, and it's clear she's just fucking with him because she can, at least over the idea of wanting toasted food right now.

She is, however, serious about him getting charged for that toaster. "Look, I have no idea what kind of weird, commune-style, backwards world you come from, but here, just because it exists doesn't make it yours to screw with," she says, a bit more somberly. "Especially if it's something that's meant for everyone's use. That's more rude than anything else."

Molotov takes another drag and exhales smoke in his direction. "Consider this your first lesson: the Capitol owns everything around here, and they aren't necessarily the biggest fans of having their toys touched. Be careful."

[shiny_and_chrome]

"Because you never know when you're not gonna have something." Deep philosophy from Nux, here. Stuff breaks, in his world, and not all of it can be fixed.

But wow she's taking this really seriously! "But I am using it! I'm just using it, uh, differently, right now." SLICK, Nux. Slick!

But she's making him feel bad, so he fumbles with the metal bits for a moment. "They should have a sign or something, then." Fairness!

[molotov]

"Mm-mmm." She shakes her head and waves her finger at him. He's about to start learning -- hopefully it takes, or he's not going to survive very long here. "Like I said, the Capitol owns everything, including you. They don't have to label it. Why would they? They own it all."

She straightens up and grabs an ashtray from a side table, stubbing out her cigarette. "It's not worth it to try and mess with them. When you do that, usually they execute you. Sometimes on television. But they might just Avox you instead; not over the toaster, but over behavior that they don't like." Molotov nods her head in the direction of the Avox in the corner. "They cut your tongue out and brainwash you, until all you are is a body to do whatever they want."

[shiny_and_chrome]

"Well if they own stuff and they own me, then, I can break stuff." Beautiful logic!

It makes sense in his head. Not in his mouth so much, though.

But wait. Huh. "So that guy in the castle was one of those Avoxes? The one whose blood I drank?" Uh. Yeah. Uh. Long story?

[molotov]

Molotov's face goes through several expressions of disgust and confusion before she manages to settle on anything that actually expresses the revulsion she currently feels. "Why are you drinking anyone's blood?" she asks, fighting the urge to recoil like he's a contagion. "I don't know what they do where you're from, but people don't drink blood here. You're going to get a disease if you keep that up."

She still feels a little sick as she lights a new cigarette up. Right after telling him he's going to get ill from blood drinking. "And don't make the Avoxes cut themselves open to indulge your fetishes, they can't say no. Even if they aren't considered more than property, it's still disgusting."