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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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"ah, yeah. sunsets. it never gets old. even in wonderland, each one is different."
He gives a contented sigh and looks skyward again. Not a bad night at all. The stars have moved into some interesting shapes. Some of the stars even look properly colorful, instead of all being uniform white. That's how it should be. Red giants, blue giants, all of it.
"for tonight? see that group of stars over there?"
He points off in the direction of the forest.
"see 'em? looks kinda like a bunny, yeah? i'm calling it the fluffy bunny."
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"You've got a really strong imagination." Still, she continues to consider the area he's pointing to. "Well I'll call your fluffy bunny and raise you... T-Rex chasing fluffy bunny."
She points off to a larger bunch of stars near Sans' original constellation, which looks nothing like a T-Rex, but hey, she's sure there's one in there.
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"hehe, aw man, you know, i can kinda almost see it?"
The stars she's pointing at look more like some kind of weird, mutated tortoise to him, but tortoises and T-Rexes are both reptiles. At least he thinks so. Some of those stars could be big ol' teeth, at least.
"poor bunny. hopefully he's a fast one."
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The way the stars work here makes her think that the bunny and T-Rex will be out of view quickly anyway. She thinks- the mechanics of it still aren't totally clear to her.
"So... the sky changes every night," she says, confirming her understanding. "Which means it's more of a ceiling than actual outer-space, right? Kinda like we're inside a bubble."
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He watches the sky for a bit, trying to find another good one. The problem is that every night when he manages to find an actually interesting star--say a red giant or a binary system--it's gone the next night. It makes every night an entirely new journey. He spots a bright one hovering a few degrees over the ocean and points the telescope toward it.
"yeah...that's kinda how i think of it, too. as a bubble, i mean. it'd be nice if maybe it was a sorta...like a transparent bubble, and the stars we're seeing are what we can see on the outside. pretty sure bill the lizard put 'em up there, though, so. nothing doing. it's a nice thought, i guess."
He's used to not having real stars to look at, and he's also used to seeing the real stars for the first time several times over.
"in the underground, we've got this one section of caves that are real dark. and there are all these glowing crystals in the ceiling. monsters would pretend they were real stars and make wishes on them."
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The scale of it makes her feel small. But in a good way- like she's part of something bigger. Something amazing.
She sighs as she leans away from the eyepiece. "Maybe one day you'll get to see real Earth stars. Like... not an event or something. I loved the sky in Oregon." She fiddles with the eyepiece idly. "It felt way better than just a nice thought." A wistful smile crosses her mouth as she looks at him. "I know we recently played this game, but if you had a wish...?"
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But he doesn't want to kill the mood.
"yeah. i hope so. always been kind of a dream of mine."
He likes dreams about as much as he likes wishes. Which is to say not at all.
He grins. "i'd wish for a lifetime supply of ketchup."