WHO: Max and OPEN WHAT: Mapping Madison Valley WHEN: Sunday afternoon WHERE: Around Madison WARNINGS: TBD/LIKELY LOW STATUS: OPEN/Ongoing
Now that Max had been in town for a few weeks, he was feeling mostly settled. He was quite displeased with the lack of decent company in this town - thank the Holy Mother that Cassi and Pollux gave him someone worth talking to. It would have been deliriously lonely, otherwise. Nonetheless, he'd found himself becoming more and more bored of late, and had decided that, since he was here, he'd might as well do something useful - such as keeping his bent as sharp as it should be, for when he returned home.
There were, of course, plenty of maps of Madison Valley in the large stores that dotted the town, but none of these were Cartamandua maps, so none of them actually counted, in Max's mind. He would map this city the right way.
Starting on the far east side of town, with a piece of paper and a pencil in his hand, Max began walking, step by step, sketching on the paper as he did so. Every few feet he would stop, put his hand to the paper, and say a few words, infusing the magic into the map that made these particular maps so very special. It was a time consuming process, but one that he enjoyed immensely. It was noon before he knew it, and he'd made it nearly a mile down the street he'd begun on, before looking up frm the map and looking around him, realizing he'd best break for lunch. Folding his map, he stepped into the nearest cafe, ordered a sandwich of some sort and spread his map out on the table, nearly ignoring his food as he double and triple-checked his work, making tiny changes to it with the pencil as he did.