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[youdaman]

WHO: Max Guevara and open. Multiple threads encouraged.
WHAT: Max waking up at 11am for drills and being alerted to a strange place.
WHEN: Early morning, into late morning depending on where threads go.
WARNINGS: She'll be flighty, dodgy, deceptive, and stubborn. FYI.
NOTES: For more information you can watch this video.

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[house_onthehill]

There was a bratty boy around the lobby, trying to figure out what some of the devices work and were made of. A rather beaten cane was besides him; he had been using it to scare off birds earlier and...maybe try and hunt a pigeon. Gregory had been taught by his dad to survive on his own, if the cold baths and extreme camping trips were any good.

Greg spotted the military girl and grinned, "Where's your dad's stationed at?"

[youdaman]

Max peered over the surface of the roof surprised he'd even seen her. She was quiet for a moment or two while thinking of a response before settling for a brief shrug of her shoulders.

[house_onthehill]

"You're quiet, I like it," House grinned genuinely at the girl. "I'm playing war and I need someone to cover my butt...I'd rather have someone who knows what they're doing. Wanna play?"

[youdaman]

"Why would you play war?" All of Max's studies had been about war, the recognition of it, what she'd need to do in it. She eyed him warily, not completely understanding it.

[house_onthehill]

House grinned while he drew a plan on the ground. "I heard some weird noises and I wanna catch it. Gotta be prepared and playing pretend war will make is not be chickens. Name's Greg and you?"

[youdaman]

"I'm Max," she returned from her stoop on the roof. "But I don't want to play war."

[house_onthehill]

"Max, huh? Do you know any other games?" Ever the curious boy, Greg tried to catch up to her. Normally, he was a loner but today this place merited exploration.

[youdaman]

Both of her shoulders shrugged and she dipped a leg off the edge of the roof.

"Not really."