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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 instead of feeling good, it makes Max's gut sink. More and more she grows to admire Peggy- but there's no way she can admit to her than Wonderland's won. That, if Max really was being defiant, she'd be out there taking photos. Not in here with a guitar.
And it's even harder to admit that their daily training isn't about fighting back as much as it is about staying alive. That Max's fight or flight response has come up hard against a wall and the only choice left is to train.
If she were to guess- judging by the carefulness of Peggy's voice, the slight hesitation in her nod- Max isn't the only one hiding the entirety of what she feels. She wonders what struggles Peggy must have faced, to lead to such stoicism and carefulness.
"That sounds... cool." Max speaks slowly, her subdued tone a mismatch with the words. "Whoever said that is probably hella tough."
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And Peggy smiles. It's quick, consisting of little more than a twitch in the corners of her mouth. Although she's inclined to agree -- whoever said it is indeed rather tough -- she isn't about to sing anyone's praises unnecessarily. Not least of all because the better she gets to know him the more she realizes how the same things that have toughed Rip Hunter have also made more prepared to seize what's good than Peggy has ever been.
"It's something to remember," she skirts around any discussion of who said what and how tough they might be, "as we're all knuckling down and preparing for the worst. Some of us could do with a lesson in hoping for the best."
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It is pretty hard to stay optimistic. Even in moments that should be enjoyable- swimming, playing the guitar, video games- Max often finds herself drifting off into a state of worry over the impending difficulties. But this conversation as a whole has sort of been an eye-opener. Max has never really thought about it so much before. About deliberately taking the time to enjoy herself.
"I'll remember that, Peggy. Thanks." She pauses. "And you will too, right?"
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"I'll try." Peg pledges. "And if I forget, I'm certain my someone 'tough' will remind me."
She breathes out through her nose. Knocks her knuckles briefly, abruptly, against the wood of an unattended piano. Its ribs and skeleton seem to thrum with even this little bit of percussion. And Peggy, with a sorta-smile, excuses herself.
"Do look up those names. And I'll see if I can't give your Beatles a bit of a listen--" she walks back towards the music room's door. "I'll see you in the morning, Max."