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[ohsoschway.livejournal.com]

[Being a newbie, Max is up to a few things as she begins to settle and familiarize herself with everything... She's already gotten over the shock of being pulled into a world that pretty much reminds her of a video game, but still. All new stuff. At least the tech looks pretty schway.]


Sequence A

[Max has just arrived in the Garden and is leaning against a wall near/in the Lobby. This is being done not out of shocked as when she first arrived in this world, but in an attempt to muse through her thoughts as she reread the letter in her hands. Still pretty glitchy, getting transported to another world, but whatever. Worst things have happened. So much worse.

After a moment, she pushes off the wall and goes to the Directory and ... What's that thing she put near it? It looks like a some phone or someth-- Is she hacking through the directory?! Well ... technically there's not a rule against it she's seen. So much easier to carry it around with her, rather than refer back to something, right?

...yeah, no, she's not gonna stop at just the directory.]


Sequence B

[Hallways to the dorms! Max knows she has a dorm (B209) around here somewhere -- shared with someone she has come to find out since the events of Sequence A -- and is taking a slow stroll through the halls to get acquainted with the area, papers and stuff in hand. Including a device that looks like a smartphone.

Man... there seems to be a lot of glitter drenched posters about. Something to do with a homecoming she heard something about? Talk about back to high school days. :| Interrupt her while she gets a closer look at one?]

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A!

[greeneyedmecha.livejournal.com]

[Rikku's been exploring since she got here, trying to figure stuff out, and she pauses when she sees the girl doing....something. She comes over]

What're you doing?

/flaaailsss~ ...oh geez, the shenanigan possibilities!

[ohsoschway.livejournal.com]

[Max glances up, not ceasing her operations with the black, square device. She just gives a grin, possibly a smirk.]

It's tech. I'm loading the data onto here, so I don't have to keep referencing the map or something else.

Max a techie? :D

[greeneyedmecha.livejournal.com]

[Interest piqued! Rikku hurries over]

You can do that without wires?

Quite! x3

[ohsoschway.livejournal.com]

[And the whole Time Compression really hits with that question. Smiling a bit wryly, she nods.]

If you can capture the right line, yeah, you can go wireless. 'lotta stuff in my world is. Not in yours, I guess?

SWEET

[greeneyedmecha.livejournal.com]

Nuh-uh. Thanks to Yevon's ban on machina, we're worst off than we were a thousand years ago.

[In. Awe.]

A! (1/2)

[bratbeyond.livejournal.com]

[A newcomer. Okay, Day's been through that before and he doesn't really feel like helping this one out----]

[bratbeyond.livejournal.com]

[Wait a sec.]

Max?! When the hell'd you get here? [HEADING OVER RIGHT NOW for a hug just to double-check. He swears. Really!]

[ohsoschway.livejournal.com]

[In the midst of her hacking, she glances up in surprise. The voice doesn't sound quite familiar, but it's definitely directed towards her. From what she's read of the directory so far, no one else has her name here. Or a similar one...]

Matty?

[bratbeyond.livejournal.com]

[Oh dear god not this again. Damian screeches to a halt before her and folds his arms. Of all the people to get their names mixed up---]

Damian. Day-mee-uhn. You know, like Damian Razem...?

[ohsoschway.livejournal.com]

[She recognizes that he isn't Matt as soon as he gets close and can't help but feel a bit ... awful. On multiple accounts. She was partially hoping for a familiar face in all of this, though wouldn't want anyone to just be taken up like that. And then this kid obviously knows her, but she doesn't know him. Can't even remember meeting him before, and that question sounds kind of hopeful...]

Sorry, kid. I haven't heard that name before.

[Pause. Her mind goes through everything she's heard of so far about the Time Compression and multiverses.]

We could be from different times, though. Or dimensions, maybe.

B, why not!

[theshortestbird.livejournal.com]

[If someone was taking a close look at the posters, that just meant they were new. Something Tim was still learning about, really. But not everyday someone comes in with something that looks like a smartphone (his own phone not withstanding).

He gets close enough, wishing that the black eye he has had gone away sooner.]

The Homecoming dance seems to be the only thing people talk about right now.

8D

[ohsoschway.livejournal.com]

[Max heaves a sigh, not yet turning around. Her tone is mildly sarcastic.]

Nice to know somethings translate cross dimensions.

[When she does turn around, the first thing she notices is that he's ... kinda beat up. What kind of school is this, no really, what. She raises an eye brow at him, giving him a bit of a look, somewhere between curious and suspicious.]

Be redundant to ask if you're okay, bandaged like that... Jeez. Tell me that's not the norm for most classes here.

:D Hello to you too

[theshortestbird.livejournal.com]

[He laughs at that.]

Only the things you'd rather not have.

[Ah, yes. He shrugs slightly, shaking his head.] I'm fine. This wasn't from any of the classes, I got into a fight with [[A friend. No. My brother? Not really.] someone.

[Smiles.] You should see the other guy.

Hee~ Hi! x3

[ohsoschway.livejournal.com]

[Smirking~]

Ain't that always the way?

[Incredulous look, you can has now, Tim.]

Someone with a pretty good 'hook, judgin' by the angle of the bruise.

[She shakes her head, bemused. Something about the way he says that reminds her of Terry. Must be a Bat thing.]

Depends, do I need to know visiting hours first?

HAD to drop on in here. :D

[theshortestbird.livejournal.com]

Most of the time, it is.

[Smiles slightly.] I bobbed when I should have weaved.

[He shakes his head.] No, I wouldn't go that far. He's limping around here.

B - sup, roomie o/ also i can spell orz

[dumpsterdives.livejournal.com]

[ When Max finds her dorm assigment, she'll find the place occupied by one (1) bored-looking teenager, sitting idle on one of the stools in their shared common area. The smell of cigarette clings to her, but she isn't smoking. To Kiden's credit, Max's small room, previously occupied by Chie, bears no visible or odorous trace of occupation. ]

Huh. I was getting used to having the place to myself.

Roomie~ 8D (Spelling? Wat is taht?)

[ohsoschway.livejournal.com]

Sorry to disappoint.

[Except, no, not really. She casts something between a grin and a smirk. While the smoke is kinda annoying, no use in throwing a fit unless it permeates her room, where she'll be keeping her tech. Then there will be issues. Still, she can't help but ask;]

Don't suppose we have a window to this place?

[...What introductions?]

[dumpsterdives.livejournal.com]

Your room should have one.

[ Kiden motions to the back; introductions are overrated anyway. ]

Just don't let any boys throw rocks at three in the morning and we're good.

[ohsoschway.livejournal.com]

Schway.

[Max glances over towards the rooms and then chuckles at Kiden's following statement.]

I'll just end up throwing 'em right back. Probably harder.

[Oh! Right! Manners.]

I'm Max, by the way.

[dumpsterdives.livejournal.com]

[ 'Schway'? At the rock comment, she laughs. ]

I like the way you think. I'm Kiden.

B!

[monkingaround.livejournal.com]

[Aang is pretty sure one of those posters has to do with him, so he decides he might as well introduce himself to the person checking them out. It couldn't hurt, right?]

Hey, there! I'm Aang. Are you new here? [He definitely hasn't seen her around before.]

A fine choice~

[ohsoschway.livejournal.com]

Hmm?

[Max straightens and glances at the kid. The arrow on his head doesn't even warrant a second glance -- her being from the future where tats, piercings and splicers with animal genes are of the norm.]

Yeah. 'bout a day, kid.

[She grins, her tone somewhat teasing as she gestures to the posters, having made the connection.]

How goes the running?

[monkingaround.livejournal.com]

Well, welcome to the Garden! Are you lost or just checking everything out? [Usually when you find a new person wandering the halls here, they're lost about something.]

Oh, that. Apparently I have to campaign more. [He gives her a playfully shy grin.] Would you consider voting for me, please?

[ohsoschway.livejournal.com]

The latter. Got my anti-lost, right here.

[She holds up her smartphone like device, not...not that Aang would know what that is, and a copy of the directory shows on it's screen.

Max chuckles at the grin, and gives a small nod.]

Yeah, I'll vote. Don't know anyone else here yet, and you'd make a pretty good prince, it seems. You've got the manners down, at least.

[monkingaround.livejournal.com]

[Aang peers at the screen in wonder. He's seen things similar to it here, but it's still hi-tech compared to what he's used to.] Wow. That's really cool.

You think so? [He smiles.] Thanks! I really appreciate it.