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entrancelogs2018-04-14 10:21 am
mypartnerintime) wrote in entrancelogs2018-04-14 10:21 am
Entry tags:
Like classics, play aces
Who: Max and OPEN!
Where: The pool, the roof, the youth center, the destruction room, the music room
When: Last two weeks of April
Rating: Probably like G? PG?
Summary: Max does a bunch of stuff all by her lonesome, but all over, so you might just run into her!
The Story:
[The Pool]
It's around midnight that you might wander into the indoor pool area. Glowing blue patterns flow across the walls and ceiling as the underwater lights project the pool's ripples into the room, which is otherwise dim.
For now, Max is content to sit at the edge of the pool, hair soaked from her quick dip. Her legs move slowly beneath the surface, feet now and then breaking water, the soft splash upsetting the silence of the room. She's clearly lost in thought- staring at the pool, but obviously not seeing it, shoulders slumped into a relaxed (if not lazy) pose. Anyone entering the room is unlikely to rouse her, unless they're making a lot of noise.
[The Roof]
The night is quiet and dark, and cold, but Max is undeterred. Not only is she up on the roof at around eleven, but she somehow managed to lug up a telescope as well- no small feat given how sore she is (almost daily training does that to you, especially with Peggy as the instructor. Max swears what that woman wants is impossible sometimes). She's currently using the thing to look up at the sky. There's a small book next to her on constellations, and another booklet on how to use the telescope. She's not likely to find any use out of the former, however: the constellations are that of Earth.
Resting some way away is a messenger bag, a gray Polaroid camera peeking out from its open cover.
[The Youth Center]
In one corner of the Youth Center's arcade area, Max is frantically banging at the controls of an extremely old game. She looks like she's thoroughly enjoying herself, despite the fact that she leads her character to death several times.
"Oh come on!" she yelps as a floating green anvil slams into her character's stomach and flings him through a stone wall, leaving a person-shaped hole. Max gives the machine a little bang with her foot. At the same time she jabs impatiently at the buttons, restarting the game. "It was left that time?!"
These games were deliberately made to eat your time and money. Fortunately neither is a concern in Wonderland.
[The Destruction Room]
Along the hallway on the first floor, near room four, can be heard the sound of breaking plates. Max is inside what Mae once told her is the "destruction room". If someone were actually to open the door and peek inside, they'd find Max lazily pushing plates off the table so they shatter against the ground. Or even just pushing shards of broken china around with her foot. Or even just sitting in one of the chairs, listening to a bit of softly playing music.
In any situation, she starts as someone enters, turning quickly to look at them in surprise.
"H-hey," she stutters in greeting automatically, regardless of who she sees.
[The Music Room]
While Max tends to play guitar inside her own room, the better acoustics in the music room tempt her out now and then, so today she ends up practicing in there. Her own guitar is set to one side, replaced for now by an acoustic one hooked up to an amp- another benefit of the music room. (She'd be willing to have an amp in her own room, but she always worries it would bother the rooms near room seven on the third floor, who... well she barely even knows them. It's a little sad. Chloe used to live in room eight, and now there's a guy there that she's never really made the effort to talk to.)
She plays (quite proficiently) one of her favorite songs. And, more hesitantly, she sings quietly under her breath [not as good as the girl in the video, but it's in the same ballpark].
She stops singing if anyone enters, though they might catch the tail end of a note. In any case she nods at them with a smile, continuing to play, though more quietly.
Where: The pool, the roof, the youth center, the destruction room, the music room
When: Last two weeks of April
Rating: Probably like G? PG?
Summary: Max does a bunch of stuff all by her lonesome, but all over, so you might just run into her!
The Story:
[The Pool]
It's around midnight that you might wander into the indoor pool area. Glowing blue patterns flow across the walls and ceiling as the underwater lights project the pool's ripples into the room, which is otherwise dim.
For now, Max is content to sit at the edge of the pool, hair soaked from her quick dip. Her legs move slowly beneath the surface, feet now and then breaking water, the soft splash upsetting the silence of the room. She's clearly lost in thought- staring at the pool, but obviously not seeing it, shoulders slumped into a relaxed (if not lazy) pose. Anyone entering the room is unlikely to rouse her, unless they're making a lot of noise.
[The Roof]
The night is quiet and dark, and cold, but Max is undeterred. Not only is she up on the roof at around eleven, but she somehow managed to lug up a telescope as well- no small feat given how sore she is (almost daily training does that to you, especially with Peggy as the instructor. Max swears what that woman wants is impossible sometimes). She's currently using the thing to look up at the sky. There's a small book next to her on constellations, and another booklet on how to use the telescope. She's not likely to find any use out of the former, however: the constellations are that of Earth.
Resting some way away is a messenger bag, a gray Polaroid camera peeking out from its open cover.
[The Youth Center]
In one corner of the Youth Center's arcade area, Max is frantically banging at the controls of an extremely old game. She looks like she's thoroughly enjoying herself, despite the fact that she leads her character to death several times.
"Oh come on!" she yelps as a floating green anvil slams into her character's stomach and flings him through a stone wall, leaving a person-shaped hole. Max gives the machine a little bang with her foot. At the same time she jabs impatiently at the buttons, restarting the game. "It was left that time?!"
These games were deliberately made to eat your time and money. Fortunately neither is a concern in Wonderland.
[The Destruction Room]
Along the hallway on the first floor, near room four, can be heard the sound of breaking plates. Max is inside what Mae once told her is the "destruction room". If someone were actually to open the door and peek inside, they'd find Max lazily pushing plates off the table so they shatter against the ground. Or even just pushing shards of broken china around with her foot. Or even just sitting in one of the chairs, listening to a bit of softly playing music.
In any situation, she starts as someone enters, turning quickly to look at them in surprise.
"H-hey," she stutters in greeting automatically, regardless of who she sees.
[The Music Room]
While Max tends to play guitar inside her own room, the better acoustics in the music room tempt her out now and then, so today she ends up practicing in there. Her own guitar is set to one side, replaced for now by an acoustic one hooked up to an amp- another benefit of the music room. (She'd be willing to have an amp in her own room, but she always worries it would bother the rooms near room seven on the third floor, who... well she barely even knows them. It's a little sad. Chloe used to live in room eight, and now there's a guy there that she's never really made the effort to talk to.)
She plays (quite proficiently) one of her favorite songs. And, more hesitantly, she sings quietly under her breath [not as good as the girl in the video, but it's in the same ballpark].
She stops singing if anyone enters, though they might catch the tail end of a note. In any case she nods at them with a smile, continuing to play, though more quietly.
{I feel broken, maybe I'm just breaking free » destruction room
There's a lot of Wonderland that Becks is still wildly unfamiliar with, so on the days that she doesn't just stick to her room or her people, she wanders. Just for the sake of familiarizing herself with the mansion and the surrounding grounds.
As she makes her way down this particular hallway, she hears a repetitive crash and shatter of something, probably glass. If not for the way it just kept happening, she might have ignored it, but there's a sort of steady rhythm, like it's intentional, and she can't help her curiosity to discover the source.
A door just a few feet down is ajar, and she follows the noise to it, pushing it open a little further to peek inside. "Hey," she echoes, a curious note in her voice. "whatcha doin'?"
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Well, duh, Max, obviously you. She looks down at her feet, which are surrounded by broken glass, then to her hand, which is currently gripping a plate. The expression on her face is surprise and confusion, as though she only just realized exactly what she was doing.
"I guess I'm..." She shrugs. "Breaking shit." There's a hint of amusement in her voice, and she looks at Becks sheepishly. She sets down the plate gingerly on a table. "Shit nobody owns, anyway..."
Why does she feel like she was just caught red handed?
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Becks is a little confused as she watches the story of realization and something that looks a little like shame or guilt play across her face. Surely she knew what she was doing the whole time, right?
"I can tell," she laughs a little, gesturing around the room with broken bits and shards of a little bit of everything around it. "What for, though?"
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"I really hate Wonderland decor." Her tone drips with dry humor, acknowledging the fact that it's a shitty reason that no one would ever believe. She shrugs. "Stress relief, maybe. Venting."
She shoves a piece of glass around with her shoe, eyes downcast to avoid Becks'.
"You didn't know about this room?"
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She smirks at the joke. Okay, she likes her already. "Well, this is quite an interesting way to go about that," but she certainly is disapproving in her tone at all. In fact, it almost sounds more like she's intrigued by the whole idea of it.
"Nah," she answers the question with a slight shake of her head, tucking her thumbs in her jean beltloops and walking around a little among the broken pieces of glass and splinters of wood. "I haven't been here very long, still learning the place." She tips her head a little to one side, "You been here awhile?"
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"Me? Uh. A little over two years. Believe me, at around the one-year mark, you'll be looking for Wonderland valuables to break, too."
Though it took Max quite a bit longer than that. Still, Mae's idea to set up a destruction room was very welcome- surprisingly so, in Max's case.
"I'd guess you've been here for about... one and a half months." It's a pretty random guess. But it's long enough to be comfortable going around on your own, but not long enough to know about the room.
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"Wow. That seems like a really long time." Especially from how easily it seems that people come and go, based on some of the things she's heard. Although, from other things, she can definitely see why a room like this could be handy at times.
She chuckles softly at the guess. Off the mark, as it were, but not for a stab in the dark. "Not even a whole month, just yet." she admits.
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It's said as a joke, and her tone is light, but worry briefly flashes over Max's expression.
"I guess two years seems long when you're new..." Max shrugs. It's certainly felt long. "Were you here for the last event?"
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"Kinda," she admits, shrugging a little. Another chuckle at the joke, "Maybe you can hold off a little more on the oldie title, just yet." She has no clue what constitutes as average, really.
Both brows arch and she pulls a face that is an easy affirmative to her question, but Becks answers if properly with words, too. "I sang a really depressing number in the gym, with my friends from home doing back-up vocals and then I think I was just a weird static-monster of myself of something." She shrugs, toe at debris on the ground with her shoe. "First one, so...pretty freaky," she glances back up at the other girl, head tilted to one side. "I guess I'll get used to it eventually..." Not that she's sure anyone ever completely adjusts to that kind of thing.
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"Yeah, it can be pretty amazing what people will so on the right situation."
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Though she wishes that the circumstances in Wonderland were better, she has to admit to herself that they seem to bring out the best in people. And... sometimes the worst. But she doesn't mention that just yet.
"...Aaand, sometimes, you run into people breaking plates."
She gives a shard of broken ceramic a quick kick, sending it tumbling across the floor.
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Becks chuckles a little at that, "Whatever works. They have retail therapy, so why not destruction therapy too, right?"
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Though it works less than someone might think. She stuffs her hands into her pockets and surveys the wreckage she's caused. Not a lot, but back in the real world she'd get into trouble for even one broken plate.
"Anyway I think I've filled my smash quota for tonight. The best thing about Wonderland is I don't have to clean this up."
She gives Becks a smile.
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Max moves toward the door, nudging it open and holding it there for Becks to pass through, as she shoots the other girl a tired smile.
"So we're talking about infinite destruction therapy."
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