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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.
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[But he pauses for a moment - not down for long, he soon lights up.]
Then we'll just have to improvise! Play any song at all, and I shall try to play one of these instruments in a way that seems to go along with it! No how does that sound?!
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It starts off slowly enough, to give Ishimaru time to join in, but the song soon picks up into something stronger, which she imagines is more appropriate for castanets- though she wishes they had drums to back it up.
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Ishimaru gets into position, wielding his castanets at the ready. And as she starts to play, he listens carefully to try to judge how to perform. Then, as the song picks up, he sees his opportunity. "Here we go!" With that, he starts using those castanets! It takes a few moments for him to match the beat, but he more or less has it!
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She keeps up her part of the song and finds that she's enjoying herself, too. The castanets add quite a bit more than she thought they would.
The last note of the song comes and she lets it ring out over the music room. It fades as she turns to Isimaru with a half-grin.
"I can literally say you're the best castanet player I've ever seen."
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"Why thank you, Max-kun! Even though I am sure that I have much room for improvement, I am honored that you think that of me! And let me say, you were no slouch with that guitar! I've never heard that song before, but it sounded quite nice!"
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"Thanks. Blame it on the amount of free time we have here."
Which is both a blessing and a curse. She plucks idly at her guitar strings.
"Not that events are necessarily better."
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"Yes. I certainly prefer these types of uneventful days. They may seem boring, but they're also chances for us to work hard, study and improve ourselves! I'm quite glad that you are utilizing this time so effectively!"
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"...Sure."
That's not at all what she thought she was doing, but she's not about to dissuade Ishimaru of her hardworking attitude.
"And uh, you too." She bends down and starts packing up the guitar in its case. "I think now I'll reward myself with some really hard earned R&R."
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"That sounds acceptable. You have worked hard, and it is good to take breaks every now and then!" He offers her a polite bow. "Thank you for collaborating with me in such a productive practice session! Let us try this again sometime!"