[Entranceway IC Inbox]

[mypartnerintime]

[Her voice is light and cheerful on the pre-recorded message.]

Do the thing!

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[mypartnerintime]

[It's not lost on Max that she's now the one answering questions.]

He told me about it. He was planning to finish this one film, about-

[She doesn't remember. It sends a pang of guilt and sadness through her. She shakes her head.]

But then the whole static thing happened.

[pseudological]

Film critics these days.
Didn't even wait for the theatrical release before they decided the thing was a piece of shit.

[Honestly, It must've had pretty damn good taste.]

[mypartnerintime]

[One thing It's good for!

Max reads the whole message again, and her confusion mounts.]

Okay, so... Alex was bad at making films. So what? What does that have to do with Tim? [She looks down, thinking: what might the right question be?]

It had something to do with the static, didn't it...? And that... thing that was on the tape. The one that caused the static. [Her expression brightens, feeling like she's come closer to a straight answer.] It gave Alex his static, too?

[pseudological]

Wuh-oh, looks like we got a smart one on our hands.
Looks like that bullshit about a virus wasn't all bullshit.

[It was actually pretty accurate, all things considered. Even if Alex didn't explain it very well at all. But his exposition was always shit.]

[mypartnerintime]

Oh lord. [She mutters to herself. The temptation to point a camera at herself and check for static is very high. But she fights it off for now.]

And... Tim thought that was Alex's fault? So he was mad?

[pseudological]

I think someone we both know could say it very well.
At some point, you get a choice.
It's kill or be killed.

[mypartnerintime]

[Who said that? Chara? Alex? Max Caulfield?

She huffs. Glares at the words in silence, as though slightly offended.

She doesn't believe what he wrote, of course. But actions do speak louder than words...

She saved Arcadia Bay.]

[pseudological]

[Oh boy, but she's mad. Tim's snickering to himself on the other side of the mirror. He's got one last parting shot to make, though. One last shiv to the heart.]

Remember to look behind you.
It always watches with no eyes.

And now It's watching you.
:)

[mypartnerintime]

[She just knows that if she turns to look he'll laugh at her. But still, the hairs on the back of her neck stand, and she feels goosebumps run down her arms.

She turns her head to look, trying to seem casual and unconcerned. But she can't help the small sigh when she sees nothing; though she feels silly more than anything else.

She grabs the edge of the cloth draped over the mirror, and with a quick tug fully covers the mirror again.]