april catchall (closed)

[imperatour]

Who: furiosa, lucy maclean, kimiko miyashiro, amy bendix, karen page
Where: the girls' apartment, black thumb garage
When: end of april
What: furiosa introduces her ex's kid to her roommates, has a cathartic session with karen

Warnings: recreational drug use, tbd

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karen.

[imperatour]

[ Like when Clint visited the garage, Furiosa is busying herself with work. Unlike when Clint visited, though, she isn't annoyed by Karen's appearance. It's the end of the day, and she's on the phone with someone, arguing about parts that were apparently promised today but not delivered. She casts a quick look over and an easy wave to Karen. She jerks her head in a silent, hey come on in. The stereo is still playing, but turned down so Furiosa can hear whatever excuses Lucky the scavenger can come up with.

She ends the call with a frustrating punch, tossing her phone back on to the rear seat that serves as a couch in the garage, before she summarily follows, with a bone deep exhaustion. ]

Yeah, yeah— [ She scrubs her hand over her head in acknowledgement of her fresh new haircut that Karen's sure to notice. Not that Furiosa has ever sported the long flowing lion's mane of her youth in many years, but her hair was getting some decent length. Enough that it needed to be combed and styled, enough that it needed to be washed with more than just a bar of soap scrubbed over her scalp. But shorn all the way down, practically peach fuzz. Definitely new. ] It was time.

[ And... at least when she was cutting it off, it felt cathartic. Furiosa can't really say she's feeling better about anything. On the whole, she's still feeling pretty fucking miserable. She can't sleep. She sees Nash's head blown open every time she closes her eyes. There's a hole in her chest where Frank's presence used to sit. It's a kind of agonizing grief that makes her feel both idiotic and heartbroken and then extra idiotic for feeling heartbroken. She's got the kid to worry about, and not that she wasn't worried about Amy before, but she wasn't the primary person to be worried about Amy. And yeah, it's kind of like the thing she has with Laura, but Laura is invincible, but unfortunately that seems to be introducing its own set of challenges.

It's... it's just a lot. It's a lot on top of the physical consequences she's still feeling from her altercation last month. The bullet to her shoulder really fucked with something, it makes her arm ache under the prosthetic after just a few hours. The nerves are a jumbled mess too, shooting phantom sensations all the way around, but the pain pills feel loopy. And it doesn't help that every time she looks in the mirror, she sees that inky black scar on her collar.

Not that Furiosa knows exactly how to verbalize all these things. Not that Furiosa would ever know how to name each one and put them in a line and figure out how to actually deal with them. She's a machine. She works. So she'll keep working. ]

Been a minute since I've seen you.

roomies + amy

[imperatour]

[ Just a short text exchange to the both of them as preface:

Bringing someone around I want you both to meet.
It's just easier to explain in person.

Not accounting for the fact that Furiosa doesn't really know how to explain the entirety of this situation. The whole thing is just a raw wound. Broken pieces that Furiosa is trying hard to put back together in private. Trying her best not to let Amy see the way she's cracked.

And there's some part of Furiosa that thinks Amy must be trying to do the same. Part of her wants to reach out and tell her that she too knows what it's like to feel cast off and abandoned, but. Furiosa doesn't think they're close in that way. Doesn't think it'd be welcome. Maybe she doesn't think she'd be good at it. She can barely repair herself, let alone anyone else.

What Furiosa can do is give Amy more people to trust. It's the style of the Vuvalini. A community of many mothers for when one just can't handle it.

The car ride over was always going to be a little awkward even if they weren't hurting, and Furiosa doesn't say much. Just tells Amy that she wants her to meet her roommates. Know all the places Amy can find her or any friendly face in this terrible place. ]

This is Amy. I'm gonna be— watching out for her for a while. [ Clipped, short explanation. ] Kimiko, Lucy.

[pse]

[ The door closed behind them, Furiosa and Amy will find Kimiko sitting at the kitchen table, slathering jam on a bagel. The apartment isn't terribly small, but it definitely isn't made to comfortably house three; two of them sleep in different corners of the living room, for example, and the bathroom is roughly four square feet across with toiletries taking up half the floor space. But it's cozy: the fridge full of food, the sink full of unwashed dishes.

In greeting, a friendly wave; hello —

Then, immediately, Kimiko's smile flattens. A jam-smeared butter knife tilts toward the shoe rack very purposefully placed by the door, an unblinking frown like a neon sign to punctuate. ]