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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 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?

A gremlin.

[ No, but seriously: ]

A machine named Eve. Doesn't like humans, so I guess that's why he picked the garage.

[ Ah, this must be the right section. Magazines about health, dieting.... yeah, those weren't going to be helpful. ]

[For a moment, she just kinda stares at her device, faltering in her tracks. And then he goes on. Because apparently gremlins could be a real thing in some world and end up here just like the rest of them and...wow. She's kind of had enough of creatures that are prone toward badness.]

Like a robot kind of machine?

[That's still kind of interesting. Weird, but interesting. She'll take a robot over a gremlin.

Her gaze shifts to the magazines in front of her. Fashion, sports. Nope.]

I think so, but there's a difference between a robot, a machine, and an android. At least where they're from. Bet it's completely different somewhere else.

[ He pulled out a magazine that seemed to be more news-oriented, using the device to translate it. ]

Not this one, either. Why're people so obsessed with health fads?

I always thought robots and androids were the same thing.

[She shrugs a little, then continues, pausing when the path of sand comes to an end halfway down the aisle. Shit.]

Vanity, mostly.

[ Majima made a face. Well, he was barefoot, and he could be pretty quiet, but... ]

Guess we shoulda brought some extra sand. I saw a bunch of it headin' off to the fiction section, but it'd be a hassle tryin' to gather it up and bring it back here.

[ What he did do was reach out to the furthest magazine he could safely reach, and pull it back.

...Cat Fancy magazine. ]

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[She watches uneasily as he reaches out to grab a magazine and makes a face when it turns out to be a Cat magazine. Not that cats aren't great, but it's at all useful to them.]

Looks like we'll have to come back when we get more sand then.

[ He sighed silently -- not half as satisfying as doing out loud, let him tell you. ]

Yeah. You wanna look around anyway, see if there's anything you wanna read? We did come all this way.

[Not even close to as satisfying as heaving a loud sigh so everyone knows how annoyed you are about something.]

Yeah, might as well.

[She backtracks down the sand path, heading for the fiction section and using the device to translate titles and summaries until she finds a couple of books she thinks might keep her interest, tucking them carefully under her arm.]

[ Majima picked through some volumes. Hmm. Honestly, he hadn't had much to do with literature lately -- at least not in the time leading up to his arrival here. Family intrigue between the Tojo and the Omi left little time for pleasure reading.

On the other hand, one of the carousels held a series of thin paperback volumes that looked to be French choose-your-own-adventures. Huh. Maybe some of the kids would like them.

He held one up to ask her opinion, signing: ]

W-I-L-L?

[She sits at one of the tables as he starts to peruse the books and she opens one of the ones she's picked out, flipping through it until he gets her attention.

The colorful cover immediately makes her think of Will, even before Majima signs asking and she smiles, nodding.]

Definitely. [She mouths, giving him the thumbs up.]