[At first, for one terrible, heartbreaking moment, she thinks she's back at the Citadel. The plush bed beneath her, the nice sheets. It's the kind of luxury they'd been trapped with and she presses her face into the pillow, eyes squeezed shut to keep from crying out loud and startling the others. Of course it was a dream. They would never escape this place.
But as she gets up, she's struck by the distinct thought that this isn't anywhere she knows of. She's never seen anything like this, haltingly moving around the room, poking and prodding at products and materials she could hardly have dreamed about. She doesn't trust the painkillers and the longer she stays there, the longer she's becoming aware that this isn't a dream.
She moves quickly, peering out the door and moving as quick and quiet as she can down the halls. The bewilderment just continues to grow until she breaks into a frantic run, pushing over anyone in her way until she can burst out of the front door into the outside world.
It brings her to a pause and then, to her knees. She's never seen so much green in her life. It's overwhelming. Had they made it, somehow? And where were the others? It was beautiful, Angharad would have-- Would have...
Capable presses a hand to her mouth, bowing her head as her shoulders shake, emotion overwhelming her.]
B. WHICH WAY TO THE BACCHANAL?
[She can't say she's at all used to literally any of this, but she keeps her head high, watching everyone with a careful, curious eye. Everyone seems so...healthy. It's good, sure, but it's so unreal to her that it almost feels unnatural and odd.
She stands by the bathing pool, a towel (amazingly fluffy, and clean!) wrapped around her as she stares at the water in quiet contemplation.] Where does it all come from...? [The citadel water had come up from the aqueducts underneath the area, a drain on everything around it.] And anyone can use it...
[it's not quite a question, since she hasn't seen guards or signs posted up or anything. She dips a toe in the water; despite everything she's looking forward to being able to wash herself clean again. Or mostly clean, whatever.]
C. VENI, VIDI, VICI.
[The gauzy white clothes she wears normally must count as Roman attire; but while no one seems interested in claiming her as a slave, she seems downright angry at the idea of this being all play and make believe.]
What part of any of this is fun? [She looks on the collars with disgust and shudders in revulsion, backing away.] People are not things.
[Someone calm her down before she starts a slave revolt and tries to stab Caesar or smth]
D. Wildcard
[For everything else!! Capable is the former slave-wife to a tyrannical warlord in a post-apocalyptical Australia so the sight of GREEN and TREES and FRESH FREE FLOWING WATER is baffling af for her right now. She also has a particular looking brand on the back of her neck area and anyone who knows Furiosa/has seen Furiosa's is free to recognize it]
Capable | Mad Max: Fury Road | New character/old player
[At first, for one terrible, heartbreaking moment, she thinks she's back at the Citadel. The plush bed beneath her, the nice sheets. It's the kind of luxury they'd been trapped with and she presses her face into the pillow, eyes squeezed shut to keep from crying out loud and startling the others. Of course it was a dream. They would never escape this place.
But as she gets up, she's struck by the distinct thought that this isn't anywhere she knows of. She's never seen anything like this, haltingly moving around the room, poking and prodding at products and materials she could hardly have dreamed about. She doesn't trust the painkillers and the longer she stays there, the longer she's becoming aware that this isn't a dream.
She moves quickly, peering out the door and moving as quick and quiet as she can down the halls. The bewilderment just continues to grow until she breaks into a frantic run, pushing over anyone in her way until she can burst out of the front door into the outside world.
It brings her to a pause and then, to her knees. She's never seen so much green in her life. It's overwhelming. Had they made it, somehow? And where were the others? It was beautiful, Angharad would have-- Would have...
Capable presses a hand to her mouth, bowing her head as her shoulders shake, emotion overwhelming her.]
B. WHICH WAY TO THE BACCHANAL?
[She can't say she's at all used to literally any of this, but she keeps her head high, watching everyone with a careful, curious eye. Everyone seems so...healthy. It's good, sure, but it's so unreal to her that it almost feels unnatural and odd.
She stands by the bathing pool, a towel (amazingly fluffy, and clean!) wrapped around her as she stares at the water in quiet contemplation.] Where does it all come from...? [The citadel water had come up from the aqueducts underneath the area, a drain on everything around it.] And anyone can use it...
[it's not quite a question, since she hasn't seen guards or signs posted up or anything. She dips a toe in the water; despite everything she's looking forward to being able to wash herself clean again. Or mostly clean, whatever.]
C. VENI, VIDI, VICI.
[The gauzy white clothes she wears normally must count as Roman attire; but while no one seems interested in claiming her as a slave, she seems downright angry at the idea of this being all play and make believe.]
What part of any of this is fun? [She looks on the collars with disgust and shudders in revulsion, backing away.] People are not things.
[Someone calm her down before she starts a slave revolt and tries to stab Caesar or smth]
D. Wildcard
[For everything else!! Capable is the former slave-wife to a tyrannical warlord in a post-apocalyptical Australia so the sight of GREEN and TREES and FRESH FREE FLOWING WATER is baffling af for her right now. She also has a particular looking brand on the back of her neck area and anyone who knows Furiosa/has seen Furiosa's is free to recognize it]