We Float

Who: Maxxie Delacour and Matt Cavanaugh
When: Wednesday, June 9, 2096
Where: Matt's room
What: Matt tries to convince Maxxie to completely chick out with him.
Status: Closed, Incomplete

He opened the door to her knock, slightly surprised - he didn't remember anyone even knocking on the door before - but took the offered note calmly. As he read it, one eyebrow rose, and he looked up at her. "Come on in, then, princess."

He completely assumed, turning away to let her in, that she would follow; it never even occurred to him that she wouldn't, nor that she might be at all disturbed when he carefully set his cigarette into an ashtray and pulled his shirt off. "You can't just, like, look in the closet," he added, his voice slightly muffled. "Dresses are worn." But hey, she'd been in gymnastics for-fucking-ever, and TKD or whatever the hell else she did, she'd seen skin.

"As for the rest of it," he added, toeing his shoes off and using the opportunity to take a drag, "I haven't called a meeting because that's rather a statement of being the fucking leader, and I'm not even convinced I want to stay in this fucking country. I mean, that's not a fucking threat, I told you that already, it's just that going from christ I don't want this to yay, I will lead us all, is just a bit fucking weird, you know?"

Who: Matt Cavanaugh and Ganesh Surendar
When: Saturday, June 12, evening
Where: Ganesh's room, Anhalt Building
What: It's a mystery.
Status: Closed; complete

It was a loud clatter when he dropped the metal band that he was trying to fasten around the second tunnel that led to the drop that would trigger the lever below. Ganesh groaned as it hit his toe, stumbling before he kicked it. The Rube Goldberg machine was almost completed, a ball placed neatly in a socket just over the door. Any motion of the handle would roll the ball down, beginning a series of mechanical events that would end in a simple flick of the light switch.

He hadn't yet thought it through completely--it was simply something to do, to take his mind off of all the things that he'd seen over the past week. Picking up his wrench, he gave up on the band for a moment, leaning over to turn a bolt near his window.