IC Inbox - Deerington

[mypartnerintime]

Max Caulfield! Leave a message after the beep... Beeeep.

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the morning of the 28th. uh cw for some mentions of violence and throwing up.

[tagartist]

[ When Chloe takes a deep breath, it doesn't hurt. It's the first thing she realizes is different about coming back from the dead this time. Angela resurrecting her had left her in such unbearable pain, the kind that made your mind go into shock because it couldn't take it anymore. She'd remembered the blood, the way she'd had to clutch her stomach as she'd been dragged into the house.

This time wasn't quite so bad in comparison. Her muscles ache and she feels like she might vomit, but as she looks down at her body, at least it's in tact. She sits up quickly, feeling the back of her head, and it's all there. There's a breath of relief, her eyes closing as she tries to even remember what happened. There are small flashes of memory, of Reaper's masked face, of the gun --

She leans over to grab the trashcan near her bed and immediately empties whatever was in her stomach into it. Groaning, she flopped back into bed, staring up at the ceiling. She wonders how long she's been gone. She's pretty sure Justine had been away for a whole week when she died.

Chloe ignores the way her body protests as she gets up out of bed, going to the door so she can peek into the hall. It's only a couple feet to Max's room and she makes sure to move quietly, hesitating with her hand above the wood for a moment, before she finally braves a knock. ]

Uh - ... anyone home?

this thread is going to be "happy"

[mypartnerintime]

[Everyone said Chloe would back in a few days. Max didn't know if that meant five, or six, or seven, or never, or whatever else. She'd tried waiting in Chloe's room, sleeping on a chair near the bed, eating her meals there, reading, thinking... But by the third day the thoughts and the emptiness of the bed were too much, and she moved back to her room.

Not that it helped her sleep any better.

The knock catches her off guard. There's a few moments of pause, the sound of shuffling from her side of the door. Then the door opens slowly.

Max stands there with her hand still on the doorknob. There are dark circles under her eyes, and an unreadable expression on her face. Something like weary joy mixed with disbelief, anger, and other things, all smashed together into a very complicated look.

A look she directs at Chloe as she stands there in silence, unsure of what to say, and untrusting of the words forming in her mouth.]

the 27thish, Text, UN: Hikawa

[incandescentfaith]

Max?
This is Rei Hino. We met the other day.
I wanted to know how you were doing, and if you'd like some soup.

UN: time is bunk

[mypartnerintime]

Hi Rei. How's Sei?

Uh. Beats me, honestly. But soup does sound nice.

[tagartist]

[ It's not like Chloe's life wasn't already filled with nightmare fuel; long before she got pulled into any alternate universe, before running into murderous creatures in France, she'd met plenty of monsters who tended to leave her waking up in the middle of the night with her heart racing and a strong desire to hide under the blankets. It seemed like the longer life went on, the more was added to the picture - drug dealers, deadly classmates, corpses, crazy storms, psychopaths.

It was funny how often people called Deerington hell when she wasn't sure Arcadia Bay was really much different.

But this small town in Maine is certainly doing enough to make sure that her nightmares don't ease up any time soon. Some of the images have become more creative, more twisted, more akin to the horror movies she used to laugh at when she was a kid for having cheesy special effects. Everything mixes together after a while - the feeling of fire burning away at her skin, running through Shiro's worst nightmares and the horrible sounds that came from the alien experimentations that she'd never been able to bring herself to watch, seeing Eddie's body tear apart as the monster stored inside of him had exploded it's way outwards, the unbearable pain that came when he attacked... and now the unmistakable lingering feeling of being watched. Stalked. Followed until everything went black with the familiar bang that was going to end everything back home as well.

It's that sound that's echoing in her head when she sits up in bed, breath coming in quick pants, her hands gripping at the sheets as she feels panic rip through every part of her body. She can feel a fresh layer of sweat on her skin and her heart feels like it's going to beat right out of her chest. She feels a pain in her head and torso, blinding but she's pretty sure that it's all in her imagination. Her hands are shaking as she tries to look for something to smoke, forgetting that Angela had told her not in the guest room and so she never kept it by her bed here.

Her hands do clasp around the bottle of anxiety pills, though, and she fumbles with the childproof cap with a heavy amount of swearing. ]

[mypartnerintime]

[Chloe's voice rouses Max from her light, dreamless sleep. It's pitch black, cold, and everything is unfamiliar - from the cot she's lying on to the dark figure on the nearby bed. It takes her a few moments to orient herself, remembering one at a time where she is, why she's there, and who's sharing the room with her.]

Chloe...?

[She sits up sluggishly, bare feet touching the cold floor. It all still feels very dreamlike. She rubs her eye, trying to push the drowsiness aside. Only then does it begin to register that Chloe had been swearing, and that pills are rattling inside a bottle.]

...What's wrong?

sometime in December when this would make sense to happen

[clussy]

(Chloe had told him that Max was in Deerington now. He knew who Max was. Knew enough about Max and Chloe's relationship that a part of him wanted to give them some space to catch up. And then, naturally, obliterate Chloe later and tease her mercilessly.

As for actually meeting Max though...It just didn't happen right away. That's how Deerington worked sometimes. There were just so many things happening most days that it was hard to be around for some of the quieter things. And Eddie was pulling some extreme Houdini stunts as of late. After the past few months, he'd gotten into the habit of isolating himself to an unhealthy extent.

So....Truthfully, he had been a little avoidant of Max. Out of nerves, mostly. What if she thought he was super lame and then convinced Chloe to hate him? Or worse, what if she thought he was super lame and then decided to ditch Chloe? No way, Jose. Couldn't happen, right? Max was Chloe's best friend, and best friends didn't do that.

Besides, Chloe was awesome, so that meant Max had to be pretty cool too. These were the exact kind of thoughts running rampant through his head the few days after Chloe had told him about Max's arrival.

Which is precisely why it was the dead of night that had him sneaking into the kitchen for a late night snack. Just in case he ran into Max. He figured maybe snooping around for cookies at two in the morning might be a safe bet for being elusive. Or something. But some Dumb Tall Traitorous Bitch Named Chloe put the cookies too high up, which lead to Eddie dragging a chair out from the dining room (rather loudly) into the kitchen to climb aboard and do his best at getting the prized Oreoes down from the top shelf in the snack cabinet (spoiler: all their cabinets were snack cabinets.))

absolutely!

[mypartnerintime]

[What Eddie doesn't realize is that two in the morning is exactly the right time to have cookies. Any sane person would agree.

When Chloe had first told Max about Eddie, she'd been surprised... and insanely curious. Taking care of a kid, hanging out, living together - it'd take a special person to convince Chloe to do that. And her curiosity wasn't just over Eddie himself, but the kind of relationship he and Chloe have.

Her curiosity goes mostly unsatisfied because Eddie is clearly avoiding her. She can't blame him. It must be frustrating to have some stranger added to your home, someone you might not even like, and who's best friends with your best friend.

Curiosity eventually gave way to worry. She wants very much to be close with someone that Chloe cares about so deeply. But what happens if Eddie doesn't like her? What if he doesn't even want to try? The anxiety builds more each day.

She thought the first meeting would be awkward, but the lack of one is even more so.

Maybe if she could find some opportunity to break that outer shell. Show him that she's not so bad. Bring him breakfast sometime, or help him out in the garden, or...

The opportunity comes in the cold wee hours of the morning. Eddie will find Max also in the kitchen as he drags in his chair, having just missed each other. She's on tiptoe with her hand already at the top shelf, fingers pulling at the Oreo pack.

She turns to him in surprise.]

Oh! Eddie. Uh. [She glances at the chair. Glances at the Oreos.]

Dibs on the cookies?

voice; un: price is right

[tagartist]

[ Sent shortly after this train wreck of a conversation. ]

What the actual fuck, Max! You TALKED to him!?

[Voice | un: time is bunk]

[mypartnerintime]

To-?

[Oh. Ohhhh.]

I'm sorry, Chloe. I just asked him why he did it. That's all.

mirror-max, after the DB thread. cw for underage drinkin and drug use

[tagartist]

[ Chloe's more than a little tipsy, really, and probably shouldn't be going out by herself, but when did what she should and should not do ever stop her. She's tucked a handful of pot cookies into a bag, thrown that plastic bag into a larger bag that she slings over her shoulder, and was about to grab her keys when she realizes that that's... not the smartest idea. So she leaves them and figures the fresh air will help sober her up.

It doesn't, really, but she's at least able to walk in a straight line, so that counts for something. It takes her a little longer than it needs to to get to the tents, though, because she may have gotten distracted along the way by candy, and she picked up some peanut butter cups as she makes her way to the tents because who doesn't love peanut butter cups?

She goes to sit down next to Max's cot when she gets there with a rather ungraceful flop into the chair, digging into the bag and holding up one peanut butter cup and one bag of cookies like they're both worth their weight in gold. ]

Happy Valentine's Day.

[mypartnerintime]

[Max, or rather Mirror-Max, watched Chloe enter with quite a lot of enthusiasm. As much as a bed-ridden person can have, anyway. She fidgets, bounces a little on the cot, grins, fiddles with her blankets. In contrast to Chloe, she takes the offered treats without any sense of gravity. She grabs at a cookie greedily. But then stops short.]

Wait, really?

[That was an unexpected greeting. But it is Valentine's, after all. She forgot. It just... completely slipped her mind. She eyes the cookie, hesitating though obviously wanting to eat it.]

Was I supposed to get you something? [She turns to Chloe with a frown.] ...Why are you here? You should be out.

morning of march 5th, lmk if you need me to change anything!!

[tagartist]

[ Waking up feels like being hit by a bus. Or shot in the stomach, as the case may be. It's almost immediate, the pain radiating out through her torso and Chloe has to stifle a scream as she sits up in bed, clutching at her stomach that should be covered in blood but isn't, trying to push away the feeling of a bullet that should have just ripped through her, but ... wasn't. It's disorienting and her vision feels completely blinded as her mind tries to catch up with the rest of her.

She doesn't stop to think about how filthy she is, doesn't stop to observe the disgusting pile of dust that covers her person and her bed as she scrambles her way out of it, doesn't try to think about what might be from or what was covering her in this place while she slept. Is that why Eddie had been such a wreck when he'd suddenly remembered her? Had he rushed to her side?

She takes a minute to lift her shirt, looking for signs of a wound, evidence of her death, and the scars are overwhelming. The ones from October visible as ever and sending a wave of memories she didn't want to have coursing through her, her stomach churning. The scars from the sinkhole make her feel just as sick and when her hands finally brush over the new, round scar in her torso, fresh and pink, she feels her knees give out on her entirely. She reaches behind, touching her back, the much larger exit wound easily felt under her fingertips, and she tries to stifle the small half-sob, half-scream by covering her hand with her mouth.

The memories filter in along with the pain, her head taking in too much at once and making it feel like it's being split apart for a moment. Memories from home that should have been forgotten, more memories from here that definitely hadn't stayed with her when she'd woken up back in that storm, standing on that cliff's edge with -- ]

Max!? [ It's a desperate shout, a hope that she's still here, hasn't gone, hasn't moved on or just forgotten her. Getting up feels impossible, but maybe if she's here, she'll come find her instead. ] Max!

lmao dont worry its perfect!

[mypartnerintime]

[The sound of her name - called out in Chloe's voice, unmistakable and frantic - cuts through Max's haze of worry. She'd been fretting over the past few days. The way Chloe looked in her unconscious state (coma? that sounds too dangerous, too unfixable!) was nerve-wracking. The mere thought of it would make Max's stomach twist, no matter what Eddie told her, no matter anyone's reassurances.

Even with the desperation in Chloe's voice, part of Max is glad to hear it. It means her best friend is finally awake. Is finally okay.

...Or is "okay" too much to hope for?

There's not much time to think about it. Max rushes to Chloe's room. There's no hesitation at the sight of her best friend kneeling on the floor - no care for the dust covering her. In a moment Max is on her knees as well, pulling Chloe into a tight, tight hug. Her hand guides Chloe's head against her shoulder, gently but with a underlying urgency.]

Chloe, I'm here! I'm here.

[She whispers that loudly to her, mouth next to her ear, cheek pressed firmly against her best friend's hair.]

4/12 A package.

[shuttersense]

[There is a package for Max, clearly labelled with her name. When she opens it, it contains...

One trench coat. And there is a note on top of it.]

This will keep you safe from physical harm, so long as it's zipped up. However, it can't protect you from other kinds of harm. Be careful.

[The note isn't signed.]

Video, UN: Runseeker

[onerthes]

[This was probably a little out of the blue, but hey why not? A much younger looking Vira-Lorr who could easily have gotten carded at just about any bar was looking through the video. She was coping with the memory loss as best she could which meant that she was getting ample use of a new polaroid camera that had come in her basket.]

So, I just felt I should say this. You were positively adorable when you were younger, Max. [...] And if you're currently still younger you're positively adorable now and I want to get a picture while I can. I'm trying this thing called scrapbooking.

[Because damnit, she was not losing more memories.]

[mypartnerintime]

Looks like the tables have turned.

[She's no longer young, and she's wearing a look that's half amused and half smug.]

At least you remember some things. Would you be up for a picture even if I'm past my adorable prime?

Towards the very end of May whenever he comes back from dying

[clussy]

CWs: reference to child death via stabbing, mental health degrading, and other potential canonical warnings may apply. May include spoilers for canon death. Applies to whole thread most likely.

(Death was more pleasant than he had anticipated.

It turned out that there were no fires of hell or red men with pointy forks to greet him on the other side. It was just soft, endless grass and a warm deer that somehow made him feel like he had come home.

Eddie had not wanted to eat the fruit.

It took him a long time. Longer than he would ever admit to anyone. For the first time in his entire life, he had felt genuinely safe. Like for the first time, he didn't have to constantly worry about every little thing wrong with him or the world around him. Why would he want to leave that feeling? The deer was encouraging though. It seemed to believe there was some value in him being alive, and only because Eddie was so easily pressured did he finally take a bite of the fruit.

It happens slowly and all at once. Eddie's curled in a fetal position, his arms wrapped together, and everything ache the moment he opens his eyes and is aware that he's alive again. He's never been so aware of his pulse before, of his breathing. This had to be wrong. He sucks in a wheezing breath, and it hurts, it hurts all the way down and all the way back up. He was facing his wall, so he doesn't realize he isn't alone yet. his body instead beginning to shake. This wasn't supposed to happen.

He was supposed to have died. He was supposed to have finally gone. He knows that this place brought people back, but he wasn't supposed to be one of them. Eddie sits up fast, looking frantically at his right arm. The proof was all there. There were ugly, raised scars from where Chloe had gotten him the worst...And his right hand was a mess. He couldn't even close his fingers all the way into a fist anymore.)

Fuck- fuck. (It happened. It had happened and he was back.)

[mypartnerintime]

[Eddie was indeed back... and what a revival. Max had expected something calmer, a gentle waking, like coming from a long dreamless sleep. His sudden motions and gasping catch her off-guard, waking her from her half-sleeping state in a corner of the room. Then she's up and off the chair, and coming over to sit next to him on the bed.]

Eddie! It's okay. You're safe... breathe.

[She'd be far warier of using the word "safe" if she knew the serene vision he was leaving to come back to the horrors of Deerington. But for now it'll do...

She puts a gentle arm around his shoulders, and a hand on top of his - if he'll let her.]

You're okay now.

text;

[tagartist]

so it’s a week into june and:

- i broke the fucking town and there are ghosts everywhere
- keith still isn’t talking to me
- i fucked up with allura
- eddie’s gone low key nuts if you haven’t noticed
- i introduced shiro to my dad
- i fought a ghost with rock salt
- i helped lance befriend a three headed dog
- i got into a fight with wade
- i talked a 13 yo through a panic attack
- i pissed off steve twice
- oh and FUCKING RACHEL SHOWED UP

this is a horrible pride month and i want a refund, i didn’t mean to take the “disaster gay” label so seriously

[mypartnerintime]

[She already knows Rachel is here, and she should totally be getting the house ready for a new resient or something, but instead she's been lying in bed thinking about how her life in Deerington will never be the same again.

...As if it was going well, anyway!

At least this is text. She can handle text. Although she should really be getting her ass in gear, and Chloe and Rachel are probably walking to the house right now, and that will be hard to handle.

Also should she pretend she doesn't know? Would Chloe be mad if she knew?]

HOLY SHIT CHLOE! she's here? right now?? in deerington???

where are you guys? heading home?

(PS. thats a long list chloe, but a lot of those people are really nice. I'm sure it'll get better)

the 9th (the day after the TDM run-ins)

[thesbians]

Hey. :) Max, right?

It's Rachel.

❰ not 'rachel amber', just 'rachel'. she knows that max knows who she is. ❱

oh boy

[mypartnerintime]

[She does indeed know who this is. Rachel doesn't need much of an introduction beyond her name - that alone carries enough weight in Max's mind.

She is so, so glad this is text. She can take her time (several minutes at least) finding the guts to reply.]

Hi Rachel! Chloe told me you'd arrived. Sorry I haven't come to visit yet, things have been hella insane. Have you settled in okay?

text; un: odeorain

[gaylic]

I was informed that you experienced the strangeness of the last month rather intensely. Newt mentioned you were followed by a clown and seemed particularly unnerved.

Are you fairing well?

[ Surprise!!! She's worried. This is the closest she gets to expressing it. ]

[mypartnerintime]

[Well, this is a real surprise. Unfortunately Max is still feeling down after the events of the prior month. While she's not that up for conversation, she forces herself to type out a decent reply.]

I'm ok. It's nice of you to ask though. The clown's gone now.

voice

[tagartist]

[ She thought about sending her the same text she's sent everyone else, to see if they'd talked or hung out or something recently, but that seems... cheap with Max of all people.

So she opts for voice and there's an immediate clearing of her throat while she tries to make it sound steady and not panicked. ]

Rachel's not texting me back and I can't find her.

[mypartnerintime]

[There's a long pause. It stretches on and on - almost too long.

Max knows what this might mean. She knows the sinking fear Chloe must be going through.]

Have you checked her place?

text (she's gonna be there when she wakes up so u don't gotta respond to these)

[tagartist]

[ 8/23, 5 AM ]

are you still asleep? it's been a lot longer than a minute, max

[ 8/23, 2 PM ]

ashe and mccree are making me stay out in these stupid farmhouses
they said i can't just wait for you to

to wake up
but they said you're not just resting, they said


it's not true, right?? text me back, would ya

[ 8/23, 11 PM ]

max

[ 8/24, 2 AM ]

you know you're not supposed to be the one who dies, right
i can't fix it like you can
you need to

you're not allowed to

max please wake up

[ 8/24, 10 AM ]

this is getting really fucking lame you know

[ 8/25, 3 AM ]

you're really gone, aren't you




max i can't do this without you

[ 8/27, 2 PM ]

i'm coming home, i'm gonna sleep in your bed, and if you don't come back in the next like 48 hours i'm gonna find my way to that stupid afterlife and i'm gonna kick your ass

you're not allowed to leave me again
got it?


like you can fucking read this rn ugh jesus fucking






i'll see you soon, max

Gift Basket - August 28th

[onerthes]

[So, there's a ring at the doorbell, but before Chloe or Max or anyone else could get to the door whoever it was had toddled off. There was, at the doorstep a basket. It looked a lot like one of the baskets you could win in the Dome (Because it was).

The basket was filled with about seven large canisters of chicken broth, one of those Quaker Oatmeal cylinders, a bottle of vitamin C gummies and a few cans of spinach and chicken soup that had been scrounged up or gotten recently.

There was a note attached to it labeled "For Max."]

Max,

I know you were very worried about having enough food in the house, so I thought I would lend a hand. I have a feeling you will need special food for the next week, so these are for you.

Rest up,

-Vira-Lorr

[Was this someone cleverly throwing shade, or trying to be helpful? Who could say? Maybe a little of both.]

In the wee hours of the 29th

[mypartnerintime]

So uuuuuhhhhh I have a ton of stuff to say but... first of all, thank you for the food.

...I really don't think I can accept this after everything Vira-Lorr, it just feels so wrong.

text 1/? idk i'm sorry (hacked)

[tagartist]

[tagartist]

Morning of September 21

[tagartist]

[ Max will wake up on the morning of her birthday (which means Chloe got up before her, holy shit!!!) to a bottle sitting on her desk with a piece of paper curled up inside it. There’s a tag around the neck of the bottle that reads Arrrrr, it’s you’re birthday, matey!!! in Chloe’s classic messy handwriting, and she’ll have to pull out a cork to get the actual paper inside.

When she does get it out and unrolls it, it’s a classic treasure map with detailed directions on how to find her presents. It’ll take her to a few locations around their house - the bathroom first, with a note on the mirror to make sure to brush her teeth because pirates don’t need to have morning breath, and then there will also be a small key tucked inside of the note as well. Pocket it for later, girl!! You’ll need it!

The next location it takes her to is the kitchen, with about a half-dozen of these cupcakes sitting on the counter. There’s another note, which apologizes for it not being a full dozen, but you know. Foot shortages. She probably doesn’t need the sugar high anyway.

The final location takes her out to the middle of the garden that Eddie keeps up in the back yard. X marks the spot and it’s pretty easy to find, given that there’s a large wooden chest sitting right there in front of the flowers and herbs. The key that she gave her earlier will unlock the padlock on the chest (had to keep out critters and thieves since she probably set this up last night, let’s be real) so that she can open it!

Inside, there’s a bunch of leather bound journals, a pretty stellar mug, another box which is filled to the brim with papers that literally do list all the things that Chloe loves about Max (and they range from extra sappy words about her kindness and patience and also some childish compliments like “you gotta nice butt”), a medium sized painting by ohnoafterlaughs hahaha that she’s been working on while Max was sleeping most nights this month, junk food which also includes two tickets to the drive in (LET’S GO APE!! is written on the envelope holding them because she can’t not take a dig at Warren when it’s right there), and finally, a small box with a ring inside of it.

There’s also a note in an envelope at the very bottom once she’s dug through all the stuff. ]

Happy birthday, Long Max Silver!

I have to work at the comic store until 1, but afterward, we’re going to spend ALL DAY together, stuff our faces with bad food that I definitely stole from Eddie’s stash, and go indulge in whatever stupid film they’re playing tonight. No backing out!!! I don’t care how busy you are, we’re going!

Things may be kind of nutty, but that doesn’t mean we’re gonna ignore you’re turning SIXTY-TWO. That’s the right age, right? I forget, you’re just so fucking old now.

See you soon,
Captain Bluebeard


P.S. The ring came in a set of two, so I kept the matching one for myself. That’s not too gross and emotional, right??

Love you.

[mypartnerintime]

[To say that Max is overwhelmed would be an understatement. But in the best possible way. She finds herself sitting cross-legged in the garden (still in her pajamas because she got a little bit too excited, and she's freezing but doesn't really notice), all these gifts laid out around her after she spent time admiring and downright staring at each one.

It's all so... so... wonderful.

And after everything they talked about too, that all started with those dumb hacked texts. She isn't sure what's been happening recently, but suddenly she feels like their friendship is back to what it's supposed to be like. Or at least it's getting there.

She takes the Fluid off her wrist and starts tapping out a message, sitting like an idiot in her PJs, in the garden so early in the morning.]

If this is a proposal I'm pretty sure it's also still illegal in 50's Maine. Not that we're averse to illegal activities.

[A pause between texts.]

can I be completely awkward about this and say that was supposed to be a joke and please don't read into it so much ok??

[Another pause.]

I love you too.

[Another pause.]

Thank you. This is all so incredible. I'm sorry for text spamming you but you kind of deserve it.

Sometime Sept 21st

[clussy]

(Eddie leaves a three boxes on top of Max's bed. The very top one is mint green and inside she'll find a whole assortment of sugar cookies. Eddie had worked painstakingly on them over at Bill's house. Instead of frosting for the lens part though he had attached Oreos as a little nod to when they had first really talked.

The next box is a pale blue one, flat, and inside is a soft t-shirt that he sincerely hoped she'd appreciate. Or groan about. Whatever both kinda work for him anyway. It's a perfect fit too because let's be real, Eddie's got a good eye for that sort of thing. There's a jacket in the box too with a small note of: Not sure if this is your style but I think it'll work with you. Plus it's gonna get cold soon and you'll want something warm!

The final box was black with white polka dots on it and topped off with a silvery bow.

Inside is ...an old camera with some film.

Lastly is the letter:)

Hey Maxxxxxie!


A lil blue birdy told me it's your birthday so happy 30th. Or however old you're turning I dont know.

Enjoy the cookies. you're lucky i stockpile god damn everything. if you dont like sugar cookies then i guess you get to just enjoy the oreoes??

The shirt + jacket should fit but let me know if they dont and i can find ones that do.

The camera's real special. An old friend here gave it to me when she vanished but I honestly have no idea how to use cameras and I think it might be one of those things you'd be able to use better than I can. I think it does something special and different than a normal camera but be careful. I trust that you'll take good care of it because you seem like you would be the type.

Anyway happy birthday i love you


-Eddie

[Text]

[mypartnerintime]

[So many gifts. Max sits for a while and admires them, and even tries on the clothes. They do fit. And... looking in the mirror, well, they look good on her. She thinks. She's actually a little impressed that she pulls off the look...

And, if she's being real... she didn't think Eddie would get her much. Maybe just the cookies. It's hard to convince herself that he cares so much, though she knows objectively that he probably does.]

you have a great sense of fashion but a terrible one for age. ^_^ im 22.

Thank you! I love all of it. And it's definitely a shirt I can get behind.

Are you sure you want me to have the camera...? It's wonderful, but if someone gave it to you and it's special...?

Text; un: Reaper - October 23rd

[no_reload]

Chloe has died. I thought you should know as her closest friend.

I regret that this information comes from me.

un: timeisbunk

[mypartnerintime]

[It is a long, long while before there's any reply.]

what happened

Text; un: Reaper - October 25th (Please ignore how awkward this timing is)

[no_reload]

Moira O'Deorain's birthday is on October 29th, as her mother was unsuccessful holding off her spawning to the better date of October 31st. No one's perfect, I suppose.

The point is that Moira will be having a party she is yet unaware of on the 29th, and you're considered a close enough association to earn an invitation. You're welcome. Details are as followed:

• Party will commence at 18:00 sharp. Don't be early.
• Wear clothing. Period.
• Bring your own alcoholic beverages of choice.
• If possible, bring a dish. If you don't know how to cook, don't bother. We don't want your store bought potato chips or pasta salads.
• If you have food allergies, there's no hope for you.
• Bring any and all humiliating stories of Moira with you. They will be shared in turns.

Respond here if you're able to attend. Don't respond if you're dead, insane, indisposed or uninterested.

un: timeisbunk | omfg lol

[mypartnerintime]

[She may or may not go... But for now, there's no response.]

Private Audio - UN: Runeseeker

[onerthes]

[The voice on the other end sounded physically exhausted, but Moira had injected her with science juice. She was getting better. However, thanks to A certain someone she was freaking out a little bit.]

Max... are you there? Are you ok? I don't know if I'm the last person you want to talk to right now. [No, that was probably Reaper. Definitely Reaper.] But are you ok?

[mypartnerintime]

[The audio in response is quiet, Max's voice subdued.]

Yeah. I'm okay.

[...Maybe.]

I don't mind talking, Vira-Lorr. I uh... guess you heard about Chloe.

sometime around Chloe losing her memories. Audio: Private

[clussy]

Max?

(His voice is careful, soft.)

Are you okay? I uh-. I know Chloe lost her memories of everything.

(Which is blunt but well.)

I uh. I kind of ...am pretty familiar with amnesiac issues myself. So if you want to talk about it...Take it from the guy who regularly forgets his best friends' faces.

[mypartnerintime]

Hey Eddie.

[She sounds tired, her voice forlorn.]

It's kind of a shit show, but... [The shrug is audible in her voice. But the pause goes on a little too long.] Regularly? Really?

text; un: price is right - probably at like 2 in the morning

[tagartist]

[ Apparently a lack of memories doesn't mean her insomnia is suddenly gone. Chloe had been tossing and turning at her room at Ashe's farm before she finally gave up and decided to text her. Of all people. ]

hey did you know that foxes communicate with each other through a series of high pitched, obnoxious screams?
if my dream guide wasn't a butterfly, i'd be convinced i was meant to be a fox




hi

[mypartnerintime]

[The text itself isn't surprising. The fact that she even received one...

And no, Max isn't asleep. How could she be? The house feels so empty.]

high pitched and obnoxious? i didnt know eddie was a fox

[Gotta go for the reliable crutch of making fun of Eddie here.]

does that mean eddie is actually your dream guide?


....hi. you settled in ok?

text; 11/7

[princessences]

Max, I have a favor to ask, if I may have a moment of your time.

[mypartnerintime]

Hey Allura. Wow mysterious. Hit me with it!