She'll like hearing about that. While the idea of a species that devours human life force is naturally unpleasant to her, and Todd is far from cuddly, some of his race's habits may be more reassuring to her than those of humans. He hasn't told her much yet, but from some of his offhanded comments, she's already intrigued.
Names have power, in Furiosa's estimation. Her own birth name, bestowed by her mother, is something she does not share casually. Furiosa is an initiate name, given later. Perhaps it suits her better, but there's a part of her that will always be Anna Jobassa, if only in remembrance of the mother that carried her.
"If you like, I can do that. I'm up at dawn. I'll bring you breakfast." She smiles a little. She did promise double rations for a while, to help him get back up to full strength. "Anything in here was Organic's, and you can have it. But if you need more or cleaner bedding, let me know in the morning. I'll see to it."
The Wraith nodded, thanked her again and they went their separate ways for the night.
He slept against the far wall as closer inspection of the mattress revealed some unpleasantness.
Just as well, the frame was very loud and creaky, and he was used to sleeping as he was. He just hoped when he awoke this wasn't some strange and wonderful dream.
Nope, it was real. Down to the smell.
Spine popping as he stood from the sitting position, Todd got up just as the sun was peeking over the horizon. While he waited for Furiosa, he began to work a bit on what was to be the hospital, tossing anything he knew right away that needed replacing or was just unneeded down the disposal chute. A little oil he found-who knows what its original purpose was-did the trick in stopping the squeaky bed and he applied it to all the others as well. In the end, all the mattresses had to go, stained or infested with something, there was no place for them here. Shoving them down the chute with the rest of the junk proved impossible so he merely moved them out of the room as a reminder they needed to be disposed of. Burning was likely the best course of action.
He was having a second look at some of the more intricate instruments when the far more pleasant aroma of food enticed him to the door.
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Date: 2016-09-14 02:31 am (UTC)Names have power, in Furiosa's estimation. Her own birth name, bestowed by her mother, is something she does not share casually. Furiosa is an initiate name, given later. Perhaps it suits her better, but there's a part of her that will always be Anna Jobassa, if only in remembrance of the mother that carried her.
"If you like, I can do that. I'm up at dawn. I'll bring you breakfast." She smiles a little. She did promise double rations for a while, to help him get back up to full strength. "Anything in here was Organic's, and you can have it. But if you need more or cleaner bedding, let me know in the morning. I'll see to it."
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Date: 2016-09-14 02:44 am (UTC)He slept against the far wall as closer inspection of the mattress revealed some unpleasantness.
Just as well, the frame was very loud and creaky, and he was used to sleeping as he was. He just hoped when he awoke this wasn't some strange and wonderful dream.
Nope, it was real. Down to the smell.
Spine popping as he stood from the sitting position, Todd got up just as the sun was peeking over the horizon. While he waited for Furiosa, he began to work a bit on what was to be the hospital, tossing anything he knew right away that needed replacing or was just unneeded down the disposal chute. A little oil he found-who knows what its original purpose was-did the trick in stopping the squeaky bed and he applied it to all the others as well. In the end, all the mattresses had to go, stained or infested with something, there was no place for them here. Shoving them down the chute with the rest of the junk proved impossible so he merely moved them out of the room as a reminder they needed to be disposed of. Burning was likely the best course of action.
He was having a second look at some of the more intricate instruments when the far more pleasant aroma of food enticed him to the door.