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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.]

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

[Max has made a few friends here, mostly with the others she lives with, and Will. There are a couple of adults here she's tentatively coming to trust, too, but it's almost weird to think of an adult as a friend rather than an authority figure.

She watches Arya as she tries to figure out how to explain her home world. Maybe she should stop asking people what their world is like, because it's too broad. Still, she reads the message when the other girl types it out. She's never heard of Wisteros, just like she's never heard of Farlandia, where Charlie is apparently from. But the mere mention of a castle makes Max's eyes widen just a little.

Wow.]

I've never seen an actual castle before. [Which might give just a tiny hint of how different their lives are.] Are there are a lot of castles in Westeros, or is yours the only one?

No. There are many. Winterfell is one of the bigger ones... not as big as Harrenhal, but big. [She misses it already. She'd only just managed to get home. And now she's here, unable to see her sister and brother, and her list unfinished. It's quite unfair.]

[She nods slightly, picturing it in her head like one of the fantasy novels she used to read back home. Castles and dragons and knights, even if that probably doesn't really describe this girl's world.]

I'm sorry you're stuck here instead.

[Her world isn't far off at all from what Max is imagining, honestly. Except probably with a lot more violence. And terrible people.]

I had things I needed to do back home. [People she needed to kill.] But there's nothing to be done about it. What was your world like? Close to this one?

[She thinks probably everyone trapped here had things they needed to do back home. But like the other girl said, there's nothing they can do about that, either. She considers for a moment.]

This kind of thing didn't exist. [She indicates the device.] The buildings weren't anything like this, either. Not as nice, overall. I'm from the United States, which is across the ocean from here. There were a lot more people and no one really wore these kinds of clothes. [She makes a face.]

[Arya looks at the jumpsuit Max is wearing than at her own gray number. She smirks a bit.] Thank the seven, I thought maybe this was supposed to look good! They are very ugly, aren't they? [She hopes maybe she'll get some leathers or armor eventually... perhaps if she could find game big enough she could figure out how to make her own. If she could work out how to do so quietly.]

[She makes a face and shakes her head.]

If they're supposed to look good, they're failing horribly. [Max doesn't care about fashion, really, but the jumpsuits are hideous even to her. She looks at the other girl curiously though.]

What's the seven?

The seven. Are the seven gods. The Father, Mother, Maiden, Crone, Warrior, Smith, and Stranger. It's a religion in Westeros. The religion of my mother. Although I don't worship it. [She worships a different god.]

Oh.

[She doesn't really know how she feels about gods or religion. Her mother is Catholic, but doesn't attend church except on Christmas and Easter.]

Religion's not really my thing either. [She shrugs.]

[So the girl isn't a believer. Arya doesn't mind. She does believe in a god, one she's more sure of. He's a constant in her life after all. The God of Death. The Many-faced God. She also doesn't bother to correct Max's assumption. She's far from any sort of proselytizer.] What are the religions like where you're from?

Well, my mom is Catholic. Which is some form of Christianity - belief in God, Jesus, the Holy Spirit. I think that's what most Christians believe. The Jewish faith is kind of like that, but I don't think they believe Jesus has come yet.

I honestly don't know a lot about other religions.

That sounded half like nonsense to her. Jesus? He's coming back? Who was he? Where did he go?

At least it tells her that their religions were quite different.]

I was forced to learn it all as a child. Along with all the house banners. And how to knit. And be a lady. [Her nose wrinkles at that. Clear she isn't a fan.]

My mom always wanted a daughter who was a lady. She got me instead.

[She smirks and holds her hand out toward Arya.]

I'm Max, by the way.

[Arya smirks at that, taking even more of a likely to Max at that.] My mother as well. At least she had my sister, Sansa. I was hopeless.

[She takes the hand in her own callused one.] Arya Stark.

Maybe our mothers are related. [It's a joke of course, considering. But. She shakes Arya's hand.]

Wanna find the library?

Maybe... [Her mother had been a Tully, and they had auburn hair, red almost like Max's... but it's pretty unlikely. Considering their different worlds. Still, it's an interesting thought.]

[She grins, moving to stand.] Yes, lets go. Any idea where it's supposed to be?

[Max grins back at her and rises to her feet, typing another quick message out.]

No idea, but I bet we can find it.

[Arya grins. It almost sounds like an adventure.] Lead on then. I'll watch your back.

[Max thinks it is kind of an adventure. This place is still completely foreign, she doesn't speak the sign language even though the device translates it for her, and somewhere constantly lurking are monsters. To top it off, when you die here, there's a good chance the place will revive you somehow. She's somehow fascinated and terrified at the same time.]

Cool.

[She hasn't had anyone to watch her back in a long, long time.]