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video; un: max
Good evening.
[ The feed clicks to life to a modestly dressed (that is, modest in means, not necklines) but well-kept young woman, seated in the likely familiar mid-level chaos of refugee housing. The walls are not well-painted, and the quarters a bit close, but it's what they're all dealing with, or have recently, and Max is no exception. ]
Like the rest of you, I am finding myself starting over in this place — finding work, building a life. Given the nature of our presence here, displaced from our homes and our histories, it seems the only base of support many of us may have is each other.
So I wondered if those of you who have found your feet might share — what work have you found yourselves suited to here? How are you making your way in this world? Or how do you plan to, if those plans have not yet come to fruition?
And how does that compare to your ambitions? Is the position your hold now everything you had hoped for, [ unlikely, her tone suggests, but feel free to surprise her, ] or is there more that you would seek to accomplish? Perhaps there are others here who could lend their aid, or whose ambitions might align with your own.
[ Perhaps Max can help. c: ]
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[ The feed clicks to life to a modestly dressed (that is, modest in means, not necklines) but well-kept young woman, seated in the likely familiar mid-level chaos of refugee housing. The walls are not well-painted, and the quarters a bit close, but it's what they're all dealing with, or have recently, and Max is no exception. ]
Like the rest of you, I am finding myself starting over in this place — finding work, building a life. Given the nature of our presence here, displaced from our homes and our histories, it seems the only base of support many of us may have is each other.
So I wondered if those of you who have found your feet might share — what work have you found yourselves suited to here? How are you making your way in this world? Or how do you plan to, if those plans have not yet come to fruition?
And how does that compare to your ambitions? Is the position your hold now everything you had hoped for, [ unlikely, her tone suggests, but feel free to surprise her, ] or is there more that you would seek to accomplish? Perhaps there are others here who could lend their aid, or whose ambitions might align with your own.
[ Perhaps Max can help. c: ]
[[ ooc: housemates, feel free to action spam if u like! ]]
surprise - shows up late without starbucks.
A beat, as he takes in the table, and the network device set up to record, and who is sitting in front of it. Everything but Byerly on the other side of the room. Shit. Shit.
Exaggeratedly mouthing sorry, he backs out of the room with a finger to his lips, as dramatically unobtrusive as possible.
...And then puts his head back round the door a moment later for a second look. Look, he just wants to figure out if this is the regal housemate or the one with fantastic tits before he has to introduce himself.
Tits. Okay, he can work with that.]
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No, thank you, [ she answers Byerly easily, once she's clicked the feed off. ] I would simply like to know what they need - wouldn't you?
[ Rhetorical, apparently, as her eyes flick next to the stranger peeking in around the door, sizing him up. (Mostly trying to guess if they're fucking, let's be honest.) ]
Who is your friend?
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[ He grins in appreciation of his own wit. Such as it is. Then he crooks his finger to beckon Prior out. ]
Prior Walter. Prior, this is the lovely Max. Say hello to one another.
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[Really, that could be to either of them. Prior's smoothing down his hair as he steps gingerly back into the kitchen, one eye on the device in front of Max.]
Everybody's always filming here. I don't know about you but I like the chance to prepare for my close ups. [But he pulls out a chair and sits down at the table anyway, resting his chin on his hand with a smile.] Max. I've heard so many wonderful things.
[Well, a pair of them.]
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[ Sweetly, as if she is not a lying liar who lies. It's affectionate, at least. ]
Whereas Byerly has kept you quite the mystery. [ Curious. Max gives a warm smile. ] It is a pleasure. Are you the one who will be joining us in our splendid squalor? [ with a little turn of the hand to their surroundings. ]
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[ He pouts at Dutch. ]
I wanted to keep him a delightful surprise, but he insisted that I let you know beforehand. Ruined it completely. Wouldn't it have better if you hadn't known beforehand?
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[Really, he had no idea that repeating the order to tell them first had actually worked. And he's here anyway, suggesting it might not have been entirely necessary after all.
Back to Max, though.]
They gave you all the people and no space, and me all the space but not the people. I've been worried I might impose.
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Not at all. There are beds enough, are there not? I am not as bothered by close quarters, I think, as our more blue-blooded housemates may be.
[ Not something Max typically displays much pride in, but right now that is of secondary priority to making Prior feel welcome. ]
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Now don't start a class hierarchy. I come from a society beyond such things. We worship only celebrity and cash.
[He raises an eyebrow, grinning and tipping his head back to find Byerly again. Assuming he's one of the blue-bloods in question-]
Are you bothered by close quarters? You should have said.
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[ Byerly shrugs fluidly. ]
Perhaps I might if I weren't so utterly head-over-heels in love with my housemates, but they're such marvelous women. I can't help myself.
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But tell me, where do you come from that is beyond hierarchy? Have men truly grown tired of stepping upon their fellow man?
[ Sounds fake js. ]
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[He gets up, seeking out what he originally came looking for, which is to say Byerly and the tea he's making.]
When someone denies you your rights in America, you know they've really put in the time filing the paperwork to do it.
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Heavens. Cruelty is one thing, but bureaucracy? America sounds dreadful.
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The Americas sound somewhat different than last I saw them — but I have seen them, and you know what that means, don't you?
[ She leans conspiratorially in Prior's direction, lack of proximity be damned. ]
That we are both of us from Earth, and we have them outnumbered.
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Why, we're practically sisters. [There's a pause, he looks at her for a second longer than he should, eyes flickering momentarily narrower, then adds.] What do you know.
[With a sidelong look at Byerly, he lifts his hand to the side of his mouth and whispers as loud as speaking.]
Don't talk about the coup while they're in the room.
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Heavens. Surrounded by restive proles. I clearly need to work hard to find myself some Imperial Security men, to save me from you two vicious Terran fashionistas.