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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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kitchen?

[feel_theburn]

Michael's tummy was growling, and he was scared. He didn't know where he was or where his mommy was. He saw other kids running around, but they were all older and he didn't know what to say to them.

He found his way to the kitchen though and peered inside. When he saw Max in there he quietly side-stepped in and stopped, pressing his back up against the counter. He watched her with big eyes, but mostly was paying attention to her food. It looked good, and he was hungry.

kitchen!

[youdaman]

Even now, Max couldn't help but feel so ordinary. Like she was one of the normals and it was a very unsettling feeling. She heard Michael coming before she turned to acknowledge him and with speculating eyes, assessing whether or not he was a thread Max moved forward with the dish and held some out.

"Eat," it was obvious he was hungry. She could share. She was used to sharing with her other siblings.

:D

[feel_theburn]

He tensed up when she turned her focus to him. His eyes fell to the food she held out and he wanted desperately to snatch it up and gobble it down, but he didn't. Eyes that looked wiser than his six years gazed up at her, and Michael shook his head.

"I'm not allowed to eat between meals." The back of his father's hand had taught him that much.

[youdaman]

"Neither am I," she returned. "Not usually." In her eight years at the barracks she hadn't had much more than bad spaghetti or kidney beans. This was a four course meal and it was nice.

Her first real taste of candy had been when one of the guards smuggled some of it in. She remembered how rich and creamy it was and took another bite of the vegetables in the container.

"Did you wake here too?"

[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.