But what if it was Ace's groundhog day?
oh my god. Right.
I’ve never seen a groundhog day for someone who’s not the protagonist. Who can’t actually change the course of the day.
‘What if he says something different this time? Would she trust him now?’
He’s tried anything he can think of. He still doesn’t know why she’s so tense at the start of this run. Why she looks like she’s barely slept. She’s like this every loop, and he knows the key is - or ought to be, at any rate - finding out, but even bringing her a cup of bean tea in the quiet before the Immortan comes up to speak has no results. Only makes her face look more grim when she looks at him.
There’s some kind of terrible burden, something that makes this all worth it to her, and he still hasn’t figured out what it is. So he goes through the motions, salutes the Immortan, rides on top of the rig as they head out. Pretends to be suprised as they go off the road, at least for the others. Tries yet another approach with the Boss.
“Boss, we’re not going to Gastown?”
Tries to meet her eyes. Come on, look at me.
You can tell me the plan.
I’m your Ace, just give me the specs, Boss
The worst times are when they never ride out. Ace never knows what he does to cause it to happen, if he turned at a wrong tunnel, if he spoke just the wrong word.
But their Imperator would disappear the night before.
And Immortan Joe tells them, “The War Rig will have a new Imperator.” And they know not to ask.
Some of these loops the Ace lives only until the next run, when the new Imperator gets them all blown up, some of these loops for many thousand days after. In none of them does he see Furiosa again.
(What he doesn’t know is that these loops, they reset when she dies.)
He sees the storm looming huge, feels the rig roar as she fangs it, aims them straight into it. Knows the remaining boys on the back will die, just like they have hundreds of times before.
“Boss! Let me help you!” he shouts over the bellowing noise of storm and engines. “I don’t care what the plan is, let me help! Don’t make me do this again!”
She looks him full in the face, and he has never seen her look as shocked as she looks right now.
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@kimbureh wanna get a heartache
I wonder about Ace’s face the first time she dies in front of him.
Hell, I wonder about the fiftieth and at what point he breaks and tracks her down in the Citadel before they leave. Maybe wraps her up in what the old world might call a hug but what in their world might not have exactly a name, unless the name is a phrase and the phrase is, “please don’t leave?”
But Ace doesn’t actually ask. And Furiosa didn’t know how to read him for that wild disorientating moment.
And the War Rig rides out on schedule.
(I keep reading @flamethrowing-hurdy-gurdy ‘s line in the tone of ‘do you want to build a snowman?’)
Augh. Because he’s tried to pry it out of her before they leave for a few loops, and no matter how careful he is, things inevitably devolve into her drawing a weapon on him. She’s too tense to really hear him, hear that he’s tired, that he wants to help. Only sees somebody endangering her plan. So he tries so damn hard to be the person she can tell her secret, but she doesn’t respond to him like she normally does, she doesn’t lean into his shoulder, doesn’t quirk up her lips when he brings her bean tea.
Finally he gives up. Maybe what needs to change doesn’t change here, so he goes along on the rig, gets in her drivers side window, has dozens of different kind of chats with her. Fights the Buzzards with her, back into synchronisation just for a moment. Watches the storm come and feels his desperation grow. Until it doesn’t even matter what he says anymore, because in his head every word just screams I’m with you, Boss, I can help you, I want to, please just see me and the “Don’t make me do this again” finally slips out
Oh shit no, I just realised. Furiosa is ALSO repeating loops, trying to figure out how to make it work. They just don’t know it from each other and neither maybe understand/trust enough to talk about it. So the time he gets desperate-insistent and she panics and shoots him, or when she discourages him hard, he’s not there to shield her from Nux and she dies. He needs to be there. And she needs him encouraged enough, hopeful enough, to be at her window at that moment, questioning her one last time. So while he is trying to understand her plan, she is trying to figure out how to supply the right mix of trust in her as Imperator and frustration.
(what if all his loops end with him in the wasteland, wounded and alone, trudging back to the Citadel. Sometimes it’s hours before the loop resets. Sometimes it’s days. He eventually figures out it must be her death that controls it, and that makes him almost, almost glad for having to spend long days dragging his wounded, parched body back to the Citadel over and over again. Except he never has enough time to get there, hundreds of times it just resets, though eventually the period starts getting longer, and he thinks she might be figuring it out, whatever her plan was)