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Featuring: Max Mayfield + Open
What's Happening? Meeting people, exploring things, etc.
When: Feb. 19 - ?
Content Warnings: None so far.

[House 11 Spam]

[Staying in a house that is mostly completely silent around the clock is strange in a lot of ways. The silence itself is eerie and takes her a few days to get used to, considering she's used to living with Billy and Neil who are anything but quiet unless they're unconscious or not at home. She keeps expecting to wake up from a dead sleep to the sound of screaming down the hall, or something getting broken. Instead she lies awake at night, staring at the ceiling, hoping that no monster hears one of them breathing and Godzilla's the house and eats all of them.

The other thing that's strange is staying in a house full of boys and...a centaur. She feels an odd sense of belonging among them that's both a relief and also troubling. One thing that life's taught her over and over is not to get too attached to anyone. She doesn't want to get attached to anyone and yet she also wants the easy camaraderie that she sees with Bill and Eddie and Richie. The same kind she'd witnessed back in Hawkins with Lucas, Dustin, Will and Mike. She so desperately craves it, but she doesn't know how to make it happen, either.

After a mostly restless night of sleep, Max makes her way quietly through the house toward the kitchen, her stomach twisting with hunger. If any of the others are there, she'll lift a hand to wave at them.

She also sends the following message to everyone else who lives there, via the device:]

I think we should start soundproofing the house.

[Out and About]

[Max finishes her full time quiet maintenance work for the day and decides to check out the rest of the town. She carefully makes her way over the sandpaths, barefoot, and when she closes her eyes for a moment she can almost pretend she's at the beach. Almost. But not quiet.

She'll trek to as many places as possible, including the hospital, outside Town Hall, and finally to sit beside the fountain, wishing she had a pen and a notebook to write in.

Later she'll end up going through abandoned houses, looking for anything that might be useful to have at the house. Like a hairbrush since her hair is a mess, and while she's not a fussy person when it comes to her looks, it's driving her crazy.

She's also on a mission to find the library. The whole time she's out, she's keeping her eyes and ears peeled for monsters or people who look sketchy.]

[Open to People in House 9]

[Her last stop of the day is to swing by the house where Will and Mike live. She's there to see Will, so she shoots him a quick message (I'm outside on the porch of your house) but remains on said porch because she's not about to barge into someone else's house without an invite, and it's not like she can knock.]

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[He smiles when she agrees, finding one of the dull knives he scavenged and tearing the bread enough to get the knife into. He makes them both sandwiches while reading her messages, and slides one over to her, rubbing sticky fruit off his fingers before responding.]

Charlie's room will be more difficult. It's open to most of the house. But we can see what we can do. I think we're going to need a lot more supplies.

[He sets his device aside and takes a bite of his sandwich, leaning against the counter to study the kitchen. Between them all, they could do this, he just isn't sure how long it will take. But glancing at the higher walls he remembers something he saw someone mention and he grabs the device again.]

We need to be ready for when it rains. They don't come when it rains and we can make all the noise we need to to try and get things in place.

[Max leans against the counter when he slides the sandwich over to her and she quickly takes a bite. For all she knows one loud stomach growl would get everyone killed. That would suck. She's not a huge fan of peaches, but she's hungry and she's not about to be picky. She nods slightly, considering that, because he's right. It's a huge room.

And they're definitely going to need a lot of supplies. She chews her food, looking lost in thought.]

I work quiet maintenance so I can probably stock up on some of the clay mixture.

[She looks around the kitchen again - this would be her first choice of what to start with - mainly because it will making cooking easier. She's eying the sink when he texts again.]

So if we stock up enough we can get a lot done in a short time without worrying about dying horribly.

[Bill nods along, following her glance. He'd like to be able to cook them some warm food without worrying about a sizzling pan being the death of them. His job as sandpath technician was one he already planned on trying to use to get them places they weren't already able to reach.

He rubs at his face with an exhausted yawn and texts back.]

I'll be trying to save sand so we can go further. I don't know how much I can get away with yet, but I'm going to try. We should see if there are any loose floorboards in the house. Just in case they come looking, we can have somewhere to hide things.

[She yawns right after he does, involuntarily, then nods, taking another bite of her sandwich. Hot food would be great, too. She can't remember the last time she had a hot meal, actually. Usually if she was at home and she wanted food, she'd have to make it herself, so her meals were pretty basic.]

Okay, I'll see what I can get by with keeping from my job, too. [Hiding things is a good idea. Smart. There are a lot of unknowns here, and the natives were definitely at the top of that list for her.]

We can get the others to help look at the floorboards.

[Bill didn't trust them. He wasn't distrustful of them exactly, but he had no reason to believe they actually cared about him or his friends. As far as he could tell it was their own safety and lives the natives cared about protecting by keeping the rest of them silent.

He crouches down to look through the cabinets as quietly as he can and pulls out one of the jars of oil for the hinges he had taken home with him, snuck off a doorstep, setting it by her and then typing again.]

Until then, at least we have this and some other things we can use to keep it as quiet as possible.

[She has her doubts they actually care what happens to her, or to any of them. Most people don't, in general, care that much about complete strangers. She kneels down when he does and watches him pull out of a jar of oil and set it beside her, reading his message with a quick nod.]

I'm going out today to see if I can find anything useful in any of the abandoned houses. Hopefully I can find some good stuff. Anything in particular you want me to keep an eye out for?

[Anything he or the other boys might need. She doesn't know them well enough to anticipate what they might need, like medicine of any kind or...who knows?]