We Float

Who: Maxxie Delacourt and Zadkiel Thrush
When: Wednesday, June 30, 2096
Where: Anhalt Building kitchen
What: A conversation that doesn't go quite right
Status: Log, Complete

( You don't get to speak for God. )

Who: Gabe and Maxxie
When: Tuesday, 29 June
Where: the sporting goods store, then the car
What: He's stalking, she's shopping, then things go haywire.
Rating: PG-13 for language and violence?
Status: completed log

( This was supposed to be easy. )

Who: Matt Cavanaugh and Maxxie Delacourt
When: Wednesday, June 23
Where: Anhalt Building
What: Discussing what both have figured out about how to restructure the group and make it be something everyone wants to be in.
Status: Closed, Incomplete

It probably looked like Matt simply had his eyes closed. At least, it probably looked like that on first glance, but the two fingertips trailing into the coffee in the cup by his hand likely gave the impression he was actually asleep, but it wasn't like the coffee was hot, or something. He still hadn't entirely decided to do anything about that, because he was trying to figure out the answer to the first labour.

Because really, how did you make an everlasting brownie?

He'd considered and discarded LSD (flashbacks counted as everlasting, right?), genetic resequencing so that Ganesh simply thought he had always just eaten a brownie (too expensive), a really large brownie (ridiculous), and a knitted brownie. The last was the most promising, given that Ganesh had never said it had to be edible.

Not that Matt could knit, but that was a problem for later.

He heard Maxxie's distinctive footsteps - tap, silence, tap tap tap, silence - where the silences were her blinking, and dropped his chair back down to all four feet, managing to get coffee in his eye as he brushed his hair back.

It was sort of a greeting when he looked at her, his eyes unfocused, and said something that most closely approximated to "Blargh."

Who: Tom Sturbridge and Maxxie Delacourt
When: Sunday, June 20, 2096
Where: Anhalt Building
What: Just talking, as far as I know...
Status: Closed, Complete

Tom had had to get up early to meet his family for Father's Day breakfast. He didn't know why they couldn't do brunch like normal people, but apparently overachieving was so ingrained in his parents that they even had to be up before everyone else on a holiday Sunday. Although the line when they left had been long enough Tom had had to acknowledge there was a method behind their madness.

It had been good to see his family, even though he hadn't been able to say much about what he was up to. There was a part of him that, with his mother's research, hesitated to mention what he'd been hired to do. So it was a relief to be able to leave before they really started to dig at him with questions.

He knocked on Maxxie's door. "Maxxie, I brought you food!" he called cheerfully through the door.

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: JT Cole, Maxxie Delacourt, and Tom Sturbridge
When: Saturday night, May 22, 2096
Where: Club Tar (it only uses light beyond the normal spectrum, tonight is ultraviolet night)
What: Celebrating moving in
Status: Closed, incomplete

JT shuffled forward when the crowd moved a bit, followed by Maxxie and Tom. "I usually only have to wait in line for half and hour before I get in, so it won't be much longer. We can get your glasses at the door. I hope you guys like it," he says, directing the last comment mostly at Maxxie.

Who: Matt Cavanaugh and Maxxie Delacourt
When: Thursday, May 20, 2096
Where: Starting at the house, and moving from there.
What: Matt and Maxxie meet for real
Status: Closed; incomplete

Matt hummed the snatch of an old song as he strode down the hall. It'd actually been about all of a day and nothing'd blown up yet, at least not that he knew about.

He considered that a win.

But he shook his head, even as he broke into scat. They were still as young as he'd feared. And he'd not seen Gabe again; he felt, frankly, like he was living in a kindergarten. He didn't think that was just the prison/college divide, either. It wasn't that he wanted to run, exactly, it was more that he wasn't going to be able to keep it together if he was the only one here who was of legal drinking age.

Well. For all he knew, some of the others were too, but he wasn't going to take that bet just yet.

Who: Maxxie and Tom
When: Fall, 2094 [backstory]
Where: psych class
What: Thanks to a class project, Maxxie meets Tom (who is stubborn enough to befriend the girl who doesn't want to be friends).
Rating: PG
Status: private/completed log

( Maxxie was so thrilled by the assignment that she sat completely still for a solid minute )