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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 recognizes the username when it shows up on her device as she's walking toward the next house for exploration. Merlan. Her face lights up and she smiles before responding.]

Looking for useful things like a hairbrush. Where are you?

[She turns around slowly, staying on the sand and trying to spot the woman, but doesn't see her anywhere.]

Oh! Hey, I think I must have seen your hair go by like two seconds ago. I'm outside the third house. God, I'd give for even a comb at this point.

[Merlan follows the sand path for a little bit and catches sight of Max. She waves with a wide smile.]

[Max reads the message and then slowly backtracks toward the third house, meeting her halfway on the path and lifting her own hand in a wave and a small smile.]

I knew I couldn't be the only one needing something for my hair.

[Right now it's pulled back in a messy ponytail, thanks to the hair ties that Majima had found before.]

[Merlan's is tucked into her scarf, but there are a few strands that keep coming loose. At least it doesn't make noise.]

I want running water, shampoo, and a very large shower or bathtub. Detangler would be fantastic, too.

[Max wouldn't even know what to do with a scarf if she had one, but it looks nice on Merlan.]

You could soundproof your bathroom for running water. [She definitely can't help with the rest, though.]

[Merlan thinks about that for a few moments.]

The water has to come from somewhere, which means it's running through pipe. That means it makes a sound when entering a building - that is, if there's anything around to hear it.

Hm. I should ask the natives about the next time I run into one of them.

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There's gotta be a way to make it work.

[She's not sure what that way is but maybe she can find a book at the library that will help. She'll check it out later, after she's done looking through this section of houses.]

These guys are still alive, right? So yeah, you be there's a way. Maybe insulated plumbing/pipes. Chances are, that's probably been done on some level. I wish we knew more about these Sound Eaters,
how they worked, what that red dust is. This definitely feels like some crazy end of the world nightmare.

Have you seen one? I haven't.

[And the red dust. She's seen that, had been drawn toward that bridge, but she hadn't dared cross it. Her self-preservation instincts had kicked into high gear.

And yet. She could think of worse things than this place.]

I think I'm still too new and I haven't been anywhere yet, so, no.

[Merlan shakes her head and notes that the world, this one, is starting to kick in for her. It reminds her of everything it could have been back home, somehow.]

Yeah I haven't been here very long either. A couple weeks.

[This is so far away from being like Max's world. And yet, some part of her, a large part of her if she's being honest with herself, would rather be here anyway.]

If one kills you this place somehow revives you.

[She just has no idea how. Or why.]

Okay. That's creepy as hell. My guess, you're covered in that red junk just like before? Do you know if people still remember this place?

[Merlan is gonna chill for a minute with a totally fuck this
expression on her face.]

[Max shrugs at that. She doesn't know about the dust part, but she supposes it's possible.]

People forget things for awhile but it comes back, I guess.

Guess I'll do my best not to die, then, like usual.

[Yeah. Shit's fucked up.]

You wanna check out a few more houses?

[Her lips quirk upwards a little at that.]

Probably the best plan.

Yeah, I'm up for it if you are.

Yep. Sneak, creep, and reap the benefits.

[She offers a wink and two-finger salute to her temple. Sure as shit they're gonna find something, hair stuff?
Well, that's half the fun, right>]

Wow, that either sounds like the best or most horrifying game ever.

[She smirks at that, nodding slightly.]

I'll go with best and hope for good results in the houses.

[Take pictures of any weird crap you find, too. Might as well document the creep factor, right.]

[Max totally gets a grin and even a waggle of her eyebrows. If there's one God-given talen Merlan has, it's that her face is made to express emotion. Like. It moves in weirdass ways. Case, meet point.

But anyway, time to scavenge like a savage.]

This is pretty screwed up. Kinda feels like we're archaeologists or something, looking through houses like this, you know?
All for the sake of a few hairbrushes and probably frighteningly expired hair products. Talk about post-apocalyptic.

Fingers crossed, though. Dear God, please send us hairbrushes and like...canned peaches.

[Max frequently forgets that the device can take pictures. She hasn't taken a single one since she got here.

She grins when Merlan grins and waggles her eyebrows. It's hard not to chuckle.]

I mean I guess we kind of are. It's kind of weird there's not more stuff left, though.

And chocolate bars.

[She doesn't even care if they're old. Unless they have literal mold on them, she will eat the chocolate if she finds it. She heads into the old house, glancing around. There are cobwebs in the corners of the room near the ceiling.]

[Merlan pulls an ever exaggerated pining expression.]

What I would give for a chocolate bar.Stale chocolate is still chocolate.

It is kinda weird, make me wonder, too. I don't think I can get much if I tried to see what this house has to say. This happened a while ago. There's probably only emotion left.

[She taps her temple gently as she heads after Max. Merlan just takes a moment to look around. There are spiders, inspects, living things that have made their home here without the Sound Eaters descending on them. It's not like house rummaging doesn't have its dangers.

Dust and disuse, items discarded, Merlan dropped into a crouch, her brow furrowed as she examined a brown streak that stained a wall.

Not dirt.

She straightened, lips pressed together. Thinking about the past wouldn't get them a damned hairbrush.]

Guess the stores were emptied ages ago,
huh?

[She nods in agreement.]

Yeah I'd eat it even if it was stale.

[She glances curiously at Merlan when she taps her temple. She watches as she drops onto the couch and stares at the wall and Max assumes she's trying to pick up on any psychic vibes that might still be lingering.]

Yeah, I'm sure the people from here probably raided them early on.

[It'd be one of the first things she did in an apocalypse situation herself.]

This is not a very happy place, that's for sure.

[More than one person probably died here, not that she's going to tell Max that. She rises from her crouch and moves into the kitchen, silently looking through the cupboards and pantry with a solemn look on her face.]

I'd wager closed cans of something ought to still be good - if we can find anything.

I'd be really surprised if it was.

[Considering the apocalypse...]

Here's hoping.

Indeed. One can only hope for something as good as peaches.

[Then again, it's been ages, so perhaps not. The cupboards are bare, at least these ones are. Would the bathrooms be the same?]

Well. No joy here. Bathrooms maybe'll have more luck.

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merlan, no.

XD

Merlan and kids,,,I swtg

M-Squared

Pff. Don't laaaaugh.

;)

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