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Room 214, Friday
Aug. 21st, 2020 11:03 amMae had been asleep for the better part of three days.
This, by itself, was not the most unusual. Mae was prone to extremes of all sorts, and thus had a bad habit of either staying awake for days on end or sleeping for just as long. Having dreams about the Incident and everyone in Possum Springs shunning her wasn't weird, either, nor would dreaming about her grandfather's passing be.
But that wasn't what she was dreaming about right now. Right now she was dreaming about tunnels under Fandom. Tunnels full of strangely European buildings set at odd angles, and clanking, wheezing, whistling machinery and woods. Woods full of shrieking, fanged angel statues. Flying, glowing sharks. Relentless, driving carnival music.
And enormous horses in silhouette with glowing blue eyes.
The mare in Mae's room was feasting. Without outside help, Mae would not be waking up any time soon.
[door closed, but knockable.]
This, by itself, was not the most unusual. Mae was prone to extremes of all sorts, and thus had a bad habit of either staying awake for days on end or sleeping for just as long. Having dreams about the Incident and everyone in Possum Springs shunning her wasn't weird, either, nor would dreaming about her grandfather's passing be.
But that wasn't what she was dreaming about right now. Right now she was dreaming about tunnels under Fandom. Tunnels full of strangely European buildings set at odd angles, and clanking, wheezing, whistling machinery and woods. Woods full of shrieking, fanged angel statues. Flying, glowing sharks. Relentless, driving carnival music.
And enormous horses in silhouette with glowing blue eyes.
The mare in Mae's room was feasting. Without outside help, Mae would not be waking up any time soon.
[door closed, but knockable.]
I'm down to only two on the island now! . . . For awhile at least. *eyes list of potential characters* Anyway:
( She's got nightmare eyes! )
( He's a reformed Buddhist )
( They're the alumni )
( And she's the mun )
( She's got nightmare eyes! )
( He's a reformed Buddhist )
( They're the alumni )
( And she's the mun )
Mae wasn't really so much a "Homecoming" sort of person. As much as she enjoyed a good festival (parades were her jam!), dances were deeply intimidating totally stupid. So while her classmates and teachers were all hopefully off smarming it up at each other in hip formal wear, Mae was in the school building, sneaking her way to the teachers' offices.
( She was totally going to be great at this )
The gremlin barreled into her, hissing, and they both fell behind the desk into the fog, knocking the chair aside and releasing an onslaught of water balloons. . . .
[can be open, if anyone else happens to be in the school at the time! Mae is . . . not subtle, no.]
( She was totally going to be great at this )
The gremlin barreled into her, hissing, and they both fell behind the desk into the fog, knocking the chair aside and releasing an onslaught of water balloons. . . .
[can be open, if anyone else happens to be in the school at the time! Mae is . . . not subtle, no.]
Postcard/letter to Astrid
Jun. 28th, 2019 11:00 amMae's handwriting was large, all caps, and seriously misspelled, but perfectly legible. It went well with her illustrative style, shown off on the front of the page with a little drawing of one of Possum Springs' old union murals.
Hey Astrid! Its ok Im used to people coming and going in my life. Is it wierd in the past? The past seems all kindsa wierd. I couldnt find a postcard I liked so you get a drawing of the Dudes instead. Their from an old mural in my hometown about screwing the Bosses. Possum Springs is all about either damming the Man or being the Man. Their is no inbetween. I should totally come visit you in oldtimey Hollywood hahaha are there starlets everywhere? I wanna go starlet watching. And you can come to Possum Springs and I can show you all the wierd old art! Im out of room now on the paper. -Mae
Hey Astrid! Its ok Im used to people coming and going in my life. Is it wierd in the past? The past seems all kindsa wierd. I couldnt find a postcard I liked so you get a drawing of the Dudes instead. Their from an old mural in my hometown about screwing the Bosses. Possum Springs is all about either damming the Man or being the Man. Their is no inbetween. I should totally come visit you in oldtimey Hollywood hahaha are there starlets everywhere? I wanna go starlet watching. And you can come to Possum Springs and I can show you all the wierd old art! Im out of room now on the paper. -Mae
Hi all! You may have noticed I am . . . extra absent this week. (Or maybe you didn't. Which is fair.) I was recently promoted at work and am currently halfway through The Week of Meetings (current count for the week: 16. When previously I might have 3 in a month). My current not-working speed is "binge watch stupid TV while knitting", so I honestly kind of briefly forgot this game, which I've been playing in regularly for more than a decade, existed.
For game purposes, Mae is spending her time hiding in bed and being misanthropic, Eliot isextremely handwavily busy with, like, Leverage-y or family stuff (depending on what his partners want to do with him), aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand let's say Tip turned into a mongoose and is running around in the dorm walls, making gremlins' lives miserable.
I love you all, and I will hopefully see you someday on the other side. Good luck and godspeed.
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For game purposes, Mae is spending her time hiding in bed and being misanthropic, Eliot is
I love you all, and I will hopefully see you someday on the other side. Good luck and godspeed.
</melodrama>
OOC: This Infopost is Haunted
Dec. 28th, 2018 10:18 am
( They feared death so they ate the young. )
( Also, there's a mun )
[reposted from last night, now that the friends list is up!]
"Hi, you've reached Mae, I guess. I don't know, cellphones don't work back home. I've never actually had my own voicemail before.
You should probably just message me. I'm almost definitely going to forget this exists."
*BEEP*
You should probably just message me. I'm almost definitely going to forget this exists."
*BEEP*
