Furiosa

It's a rare overcast day at the Green Towers, when Furiosa brings Jim from the Nexus with her to visit. Normally the sky is a ruthless, clear teal, except when storms rage through. Today it's a soft, leaden grey that makes the sand look a deeper gold than usual. The Wasteland is not without beauty, even now.

Chrome sky, shiny day! The war boys are shouting the adage to one another as she leads the way through the tunnel that takes her to and from the Nexus. It opens out into a garage, which has a wide bay door through which the dubious glory of the desert shows. Furiosa is quick to beckon him to look, although they end up passing a couple groups of blackthumbs working on engines to do so. The men and women look up as they pass, visibly curious but too polite to question. Furiosa doesn't bring many visitors, but she does tend to wander with inexplicable companions now and then. Her feral Fool, for one. Jim looks much more put-together, and alarmingly clean, and there will no doubt be rumors, but her people trust her judgment. Especially the ones she works alongside most closely.

"All right," she says, by way of introduction. "If you look around the crag there, you can see where the groundlings are working on shelters, and the rows of grasses we've put in. When Immortan Joe ran the place, they were called the Wretched...but we're trying to change that."

Furiosa has been hesitant to invite anyone from the Nexus to her home, and it's not so much because she's afraid of trusting the more pleasant people she's met there. A few of them she would be happy to see more of, really. What she worries about is what happens if they get stuck in the Wasteland, because she knows the kind of harshness she takes for granted is more than some people from wealthier, healthier worlds could bear. That, and there seems to be a tremendous technology disparity between her home and many others.

Dia, she thinks, is tough enough to handle the Wasteland, but that doesn't mean she'd enjoy it. Still, they've spoken to one another enough, and she's grown reluctantly fond, so after a handful of warnings about wild storms and toxic earth, she gives in and asks her to come sometime. If she wants. You know, whenever she has a spare moment...

The gate from the Nexus to the Citadel opens up into the deepest garage, one set below the surface of the sand. It's cooler down here, and every now and again Furiosa will find someone sleeping off sunsickness or just plain shirking work in the corners. She herself tends to do everything but shirk work, so Dia is more than likely to catch her up to her shoulders in an engine when she arrives.