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Featuring: Max Mayfield + Others
What's Happening? Finding things on the porch, delivering a gift to Steve and a network post - OTA
When: March 5th - ?
Content Warnings: None so far.

I. [Spam - Open to Housemates/People Who Might Be Visiting]

[There's a huge box on the porch when she arrives home from her quiet maintenance duties and for a moment, she just stares at it. She approaches it with caution, poking it lightly with her left shoe. When nothing happens, she moves to kneel down beside it, carefully pulling the lid off and staring at the contents inside for a full moment, shock running through her.

Because right at the top lay her skateboard from home. Broken, but held together with gray tape. She wonders if she's hallucinating, but she reaches out and picks it up and when it doesn't crumble to dust, she hugs it to her chest. Tears prick her eyelids and she rolls her eyes at herself for getting so emotional over something so simple, but it's her board. And it's here, even if she can't actually use it.

After a long few moments, she carefully moves into the house, setting her board down on the couch and then hauling in the box to see what else is there.]

II. [Spam - Open to Steve Harrington]

[The moment she finds the bat, studded with nails, she knows exactly what to do with it. Who it belongs to. She has no clue why things are showing up here that are from home, but it's something she's relieved to see. She's seen Steve in action with it once before. There's not exactly a door to the family room, but she lingers in the door frame when she sees him sitting by the fireplace.

She lifts her hand in a wave to try and catch his attention, hiding the bat behind her back for the moment.]

[UN: MadMax]

So weird question but did anyone else get a big box of random stuff on their porch today?

[Private Network to Kara]

So...hi. Are you okay?

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[She nods at that. She can't imagine it wouldn't be gross, but here's it's kind of a necessity, if they want to have meat.]

You're good with people.

[She sits down carefully and grimaces a little as she looks at the worms and dirt, reaching in and grabbing one before spearing it on the hook and tossing her line in the water.]

Ya think?

[ Majima baited his hook and cast his line; the bobber hit the surface of the water and then settled in a float. ]

Used to think fishing was an old man hobby. But it's actually pretty relaxin'.

Oh yeah, so what kinda loot did ya end up with?

[She nods slightly in confirmation, glancing at him sideways and watching him bait his hook. She holds onto her line and types a response.]

I think it's the water. Water's soothing.

A bunch of stuff. Clothes, an atari, my skateboard, hot chocolate, my friend's baseball bat, an ice cream machine.

Do you think it's really the natives leaving this stuff?

I think it makes sense for them to be the ones bringin' things over to us. Some of it's stuff they could've scavenged from somewhere else.

But some of the stuff, it don't make any sense to be from here -- like your friend's bat. Maybe they all show up in the Reset Room, and the locals find it.

[ The light reflecting off the surface of the water was warm and bright; when the quiet was of this timbre, it was almost like he was back home, fishing in the Sotenbori.

He paused. ]

Your skateboard... you're sure it's yours, right? No mistake?

[It absolutely makes sense as to why. But unless they've got access to portals to their homes and aren't sharing (which let's face it, is possible, even if kind of unlikely). So it's the how part that she's baffled about.]

Yeah I guess it could be showing up there like we did. But how do they know who to give it to?

[Max nods slightly even as she stares at the water.]

It's definitely mine.

[There's no doubt in her mind.]

Did you ever talk about your skateboard on the network?

[ Fat raindrops began to fall from the sky, despite the sun -- a cloudburst. Majima didn't seem to mind, probably because he'd sat through plenty of them when fishing was his job here. ]

[She has to think. She doesn't think she's mentioned it on the network. She squints as drops begin to splash down on her face.]

I don't think so?

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And not anywhere else, either? Maybe durin' Town Hall?

[ He had a feeling the answer to this question was only going to make him more uneasy. There was a tug on his line; he gave it a tug with his wrist and began to reel the line in. The pole bowed slightly under the pressure, but the reel mechanism itself was strangely soundless. ]

[She presses her lips together and shakes her head again. She hangs back at the Town Hall meetings. Stays to the back, as much out of sight as she can, so she can watch everyone else. Aside from the last one when things had happened with Kilgrave and Kara. But she definitely hadn't mentioned her board.]

The only place I've talked about it is my house.

[And even that's been minimal. She watches him reel in his line.]

Well, that's... creepy.

[ The line slackened suddenly. He shook his head as he reeled in the line to reveal a hook robbed of its bait. ]

Looks like I got a hit and run.

[ Before he rebaited his hook, he reached behind him to slip a small object out from under his suit jacket: a sheathed dagger, its hilt lacquered black and covered with delicate blooming flowers. ]

Never told anyone about this, either.

A little bit, yeah.

[She shrugs a little when he baits the line again. Typical day of fishing. But when he pulls the dagger out, she stares at it for a moment with wide eyes before looking up at him. It's pretty, considering.]

And it was on your porch?

[ Majima shook his head, slipped it back under his jacket. ]

In the house, with everything else.

[ Rebaiting the hook was a simple matter, and it wasn't long before he was waiting for another nibble. ]

Tried askin' one of 'em about it, but she was signing so fast I couldn't get much out of it.

Okay the gifts thing is cool but I'm sorta creeped out now.

[Her expression twists into a grimace and she pushed her wet hair behind her, watching the droplets hit the water and ripple.]

You and me both.

[ It was also, frankly, strange the way they'd given Majima all this stuff. Was it for something? It certainly didn't seem like they were going to get answers any time soon. ]

You got enough ingredients for ice cream?

[She shakes her head a little.]

No milk. Haven't found sugar yet either. Maybe I'll get lucky and they'll show up on on the doorstep next.

[ Hmmmm ]

Yeah. Sugar keeps for a while, but probably not that long.

[ Another bite this time -- the fish were antsier due to the rain, no doubt. This time Majima put some concentration into it, patiently waiting it out as the pole bowed under the strength of the struggling fish.

Here, fishy fishy.... ]

[She'd risk it with old sugar, but the milk is going to be hard to find, she's pretty sure.]

The rain's drawing them.

[She crosses her fingers that this one holds on long enough for him to reel it in.]

[ A splash broke the surface of the water; a flash of silver scales before the fish slipped below the surface and made another run.

Slowly, though, Majima reeled it in until it was close enough to grab: a salmon. He unhooked it and retrieved two items from their supplies: a pan and a thin knife. ]

I'm gonna need some river water. You wanna come watch?

[Max sits up quickly when she catches sight of the fish as he reels it in slowly.]

Yeah, definitely.

[She wants to learn how to do this herself because nothing in this place, or any other, is guaranteed.]

[ Majima nodded, then bent down with the knife, careful to show Max as he thrust the knife into the top of the salmon's head and into its brain. It stopped jerking almost immediately. ]

Better to end it as soon as possible. Changes the way the fish tastes, too, if ya leave it suffering like that.

[ That done, he headed to the river, where he partially filled the pan with water. Moving quickly now, he made a quick incision under the gills and just above the tail. ]

This is for getting the blood out. You just leave it, and the taste'll leech into the rest of the fish. It's best to use the same water ya caught it in, too. Don't wanna dump a saltwater fish in freshwater, and vice versa.

[She watches, barely managing not to grimace as the fish dies. She follows him, paying attention to both his words and his actions. She's glad she doesn't have a weak stomach.]

And then once the blood is drained, you cook it?

More or less. You gotta take the scales off and gut it first, but you can leave it this way for a little while.

[ He placed the fish head side down, allowing the animal's own circulatory system to continue pumping the blood out of its body and into the water. ]

Be faster with some ice, but we don't have that. You wanna keep this one?

[She kind of understands now why her mom wouldn't let her dad show her how to do this. She's still glad Majima is, though.]

No, you caught it. You should keep it.

[ He nodded, then emptied the pan and made his way back up to the bridge. ]

Let's see if we can't pick up a couple more. I'm feelin' lucky.

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