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the dark tower: jake chambers

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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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[She hands it back over to him, shaking her head a little. The future is weird. Portable phones and tiny floppy disks that are called weird things.]

Sounds kind of boring.

[She's right there with you on the flying cars. Or maybe teleportation devices. Or both.]

Who's Tony?

[There's a lot of people she obviously does not know yet in this place.]

Yeah. Total letdown. Ain't even have any aliens.

[ He pocketed the USB drive, then glanced outside. There was an old tree, still mostly bare; the remains of an old birdhouse hung from one of its branches. ]

He runs some electronics classes on Sundays. 'Bout this tall, goatee, kind of a weirdo.

[ Majima measured off a height a few inches shorter than himself. Perhaps this wasn't the best description of Tony. But for Majima 'weirdo' was a big umbrella, encompassing everyone from crabby old eccentrics super into leftover junk (which Tony struck him as) to yakuza patriarchs who liked to get arrested so they could sleep securely behind bars. ]

[She almost laughs at that, and she quickly bites it back, nodding. Who knows, though. They're in a whole new world here, at least. Aliens could show up. Hell, maybe the Sound Eaters are aliens.]

Don't think I've met him yet.

[She's a little intrigued, though. She kind of likes the device, and she definitely likes electronic things like arcade games and Atari. Maybe she'll pop into one of the classes and see if anything catches her interest.]

[ Majima was about to type out a reply when he caught a hint of movement out of the corner of his eye. He motioned to the window.

Outside, a plump little bird had landed on one of the tree branches. Majima took the opportunity to switch to the phone's camera and snap a picture. It wasn't the best -- the camera had limited zoom functionality -- but the bird's red feathers made it stand out against the sky behind it. ]

[She looks over when he gestures to the window and she sees the little bird that's landed in the tree. It dawns on her that since she's been here she hasn't really seen many birds. Or animals, for that matter. A frown tugs at her mouth and she reaches for her device again.]

Do you think the Sound Eaters go after animals, too? Is that why there aren't many?

[ He saved the picture, then returned to the messaging app. ]

That's what I'm wonderin', too. Seen a rabbit or two eating weeds, but they're quiet, anyhow.

And towns have crows and ducks and so on, right? But I haven't heard one since I got here, even with the river.

[She chews her lower lip, looking back at the bird again. She wonders if it knows that if it sings, it'll die. If that's why it's quiet. A cold chill runs down her spine and she looks back at Majima, nodding.]

I also haven't seen any bugs, come to think of it.

[And that's possibly as disturbing as anything, somehow. Sinister.]

...There're an awful lot of bugs in the world. Or at least there were.

[ I mean, if he thought about it too hard... ]

I gotta wonder, though. What coulda caused all this? Seems like everyone was sittin' pretty until the Sound Eaters came. There's solar panels and phones and traces of modern technology, so it's not like one of them worlds with magic, right?

[ the 'm' word still felt a little dirty, he wasn't sure how he felt about spells and flying carpets. ]

Yeah exactly.

[She glances up at him with troubled eyes. What he's saying makes sense. Would a world full of magic need that kind of stuff? She's so unfamiliar with both since magic, as far as she know, doesn't exist in her world, and the level of technology this place seems to be loaded with.]

I don't know what to think.

[She's creeped out though.]

[ Majima considered this. They could discuss possibilities until they were blue in the face, but... ]

I'm wonderin' right now if that library ain't a good idea after all. Not sure what's lying around that other people haven't found already, but I'd be interested in any news stories leadin' up to everything going up in smoke.

[She nods slightly in agreement.]

Next stop then?

[ Majima nodded. ]

Next stop.

[ Luckily, the Bibliothèque des Capucins was close by to the houses where the new arrivals had settled in; the old stone front was hard to miss, and the stairs even more so.

It was still a little surreal, traversing the path of sand on the path to the library. ]

This town's got some fancy buildings. Not much like Tokyo.

Yeah it's not really like Santa Barbara, either. Or Hawkins.

[The buildings alone are enough to assure her she's not in her own world anymore. As if there was any doubt remaining. Definitely not.]

Will told me about Hawkins, a little. Said there wasn't much there but corn.

[ He cautiously tested the door. When it didn't squeal on its hinges, he pushed his way inside. The interior of the library, at least, was familiar -- musty, filled with the smells of old paper and binding.

It, too, was oddly pretty. Maybe even melancholy, the way it stood still and quiet. ]

I dunno how French libraries are organized, but the magazines and newspapers should be together, right?

That's the truth.

[She follows him, carefully staying on the sand path and glancing around the library. It was pretty.

Max loves the smell of libraries. Of books in general. They've been an escape for her through the years.]

I would think so.

[She peers around, eyeing the directional signs and using the device to translate them from French to English. She points to the far corner.]

There.

[ Majima would head along in the direction Max pointed out, but he did hesitate a little on the way there, typing out a new message: ]

You're pretty new to Hawkins, right?

[She glances at him curiously, then nods.]

I was only there for a couple weeks before here. Why?

Yer name kinda popped up in conversation recently.

It just sounded like people were acting shitty to ya for something that ain't even your fault. That's all. Sorry if I misunderstood.

[That makes her stop in her tracks and she glances at him uncertainly. Her name had popped up in conversation recently? There are only a couple of people here from Hawkins so that narrows it down a lot.]

mike wheeler?

[ oh. yeah. that. ]

I did talk to him, yeah.

[She can only imagine what Mike's said about her.]
I figured.

He wasn't real specific or anything. Anyway, I remember how new kids

[ also girls ]

got treated back when I was in school, so I hope it wasn't too hard on ya.

[She shrugs. Mike aside, she can't really complain about school at Hawkins. She hadn't been there long enough to really tell one way or the other if she was going to hate it or not.]

It wasn't so bad, really. For me anyway.

[There was a lot of -- rumors. About Will. Now she knows what was really going on and if and when she's ever at home again, she knows she'll do her best to try and shut that down as fast as possible.]

I think every school has assholes.

Glad to hear it.

[ And with that, he'd go back to moving through the stacks, taking in the locations of the volumes as he went. ]

Yeah, it's like a rule -- there's at least one in every bunch. 'Fact, I'm pretty sure there's one living in our garage.

[She moves down a different aisle, glancing at her device and responding so they can keep up their conversation as they search.]

Who's living in your garage?