[ so, acid rain, that was cool. max sort of wishes he'd found a way to bottle it, because that seems useful, but there were more pressing issues, like the wormhole into space thing, and trying to make sure tristan wasn't going to completely lose his shit. jury's still out on the latter topic, but hovering over him all day isn't likely to help tris find emotional catharsis any better.
thus, max does what he's usually best for - being strong and relatively immovable. and, magic. the early part of the day, while the sun isn't at it's peak yet, max spends retrieving debris and bringing it back to the structures that've lost pieces and bits in the storm. as it's summer and freaking hot, and max naturally runs more hot than a body should, he ends up either in some kind of tank top or shirtless by noon, tattooed sundry on display. once he has a good stockpile by one of the places in need of repair, though, he pauses the clean up detail, and focuses on repair instead.
while his primary magic specialty isn't what his world called the Mechanic plane (manipulation of all things man-made), it's the second down on his ladder of abilities. james, a friend that was a brother to him, probably could've managed all this in a blink, but max has to go piece by piece. there's something that shimmers in the air, as a palm lays over an eroded pillar or a hole in a roof, and over the salvage pile nearby. Gradually, some kind of transfer starts to happen, like siphoning the debris into the repair, pieces chipping off the salvage and filling in on the walls, pillars and rooftops. he'll be off somewhere on his own, likely, messing with a place other workers haven't touched yet so as not to get in anyone's way (or have anyone in his way), but this is simple enough magic that talking to him won't distract enough to have him screw up. if someone stumbles over his salvage pile nearby, max's eyes won't raise from his work, but he will speak up, voice distracted and mild. ] Watch your step. Splinters in the air.
PARTY PARTY;
[ any time there is an option to be nude, always be nude. max spends most of the festivities on the adult only sides of the beach, in various stages of undress. he shows up in board shorts and a tank top, and throughout the day:
through cook-outs, he manages to keep himself clothed, through the boots he wore onto the beach get tossed off somewhere, and max noses his way into the space of anyone cooking, watching them work and asking a few questions - what kind of animal is that and where'd you get the spices and how do you know it's done and does it taste like chicken? he's typically the cook for his friends, and this place is all new and strange. tris can handle the research on the physics and magic of the land, but max likes things more hands on.
then, sportsball, where he loses the shirt. max isn't great at most of these games, given he's never played sports, and rules feel dumb. there might be a time or two that he breaks a rule, and then squints at whoever informs him of it, replying just with but that's stupid? someone will need to give detailed explanations about these activities to him before he decides he's willing to put up with the stupid bits for the sake of fun. or just makes a vague grunting sound, and walks off, to find something more entertaining.
of course, swimming, where he loses the shorts too, and flops himself into the water for some skinny dipping. max hasn't ever been the type for shame, least of all when it comes to nudity, so if you're in the clothing optional areas, you'll definitely get the full experience of witnessing nudity in action when max heads off to play around in the water.
but by the time dancing comes around, he's at least tugged the shorts back on, because having your junk flop around on a dance floor is just uncomfy, for you and everyone else around you. and he must dance. by this point, though, he's well sauced, mind in a drunken hum and body feeling the pound of the bass in his bones, swaying and dancing like a club boy (because he was/is one). anyone who brushes up against him will notice his skin is an unnatural kind of hot - not enough to burn, but a cozy warmth. ]
ROOMMATES/WILDCARD;
[[ max is on floor 14, bed 5! ]]
[ the first thing max gets to doing, upon arriving on his floor and learning tris has the bed right next to his, is start moving furniture. whether bed 5 was against the wall with the window or not, max is making it so. he's slept with windows and doors open in his room since he was 14, and he's going to need to be close to one if he's going to get any kind of sleep.
not that he explains that to anyone. just starts rearranging. in addition, tristan clark's bed is being pushed up against his as well, to make it one big mattress they can share. after his bedframe bumps against the wall, max reaches up to pop the window open, letting in the cool night air. ]
Anyone who gets cold at night can take my blankets. [ as he does not get cold. ever. ]
max kiesler | ota!
[ so, acid rain, that was cool. max sort of wishes he'd found a way to bottle it, because that seems useful, but there were more pressing issues, like the wormhole into space thing, and trying to make sure tristan wasn't going to completely lose his shit. jury's still out on the latter topic, but hovering over him all day isn't likely to help tris find emotional catharsis any better.
thus, max does what he's usually best for - being strong and relatively immovable. and, magic. the early part of the day, while the sun isn't at it's peak yet, max spends retrieving debris and bringing it back to the structures that've lost pieces and bits in the storm. as it's summer and freaking hot, and max naturally runs more hot than a body should, he ends up either in some kind of tank top or shirtless by noon, tattooed sundry on display. once he has a good stockpile by one of the places in need of repair, though, he pauses the clean up detail, and focuses on repair instead.
while his primary magic specialty isn't what his world called the Mechanic plane (manipulation of all things man-made), it's the second down on his ladder of abilities. james, a friend that was a brother to him, probably could've managed all this in a blink, but max has to go piece by piece. there's something that shimmers in the air, as a palm lays over an eroded pillar or a hole in a roof, and over the salvage pile nearby. Gradually, some kind of transfer starts to happen, like siphoning the debris into the repair, pieces chipping off the salvage and filling in on the walls, pillars and rooftops. he'll be off somewhere on his own, likely, messing with a place other workers haven't touched yet so as not to get in anyone's way (or have anyone in his way), but this is simple enough magic that talking to him won't distract enough to have him screw up. if someone stumbles over his salvage pile nearby, max's eyes won't raise from his work, but he will speak up, voice distracted and mild. ] Watch your step. Splinters in the air.
PARTY PARTY;
[ any time there is an option to be nude, always be nude. max spends most of the festivities on the adult only sides of the beach, in various stages of undress. he shows up in board shorts and a tank top, and throughout the day:
through cook-outs, he manages to keep himself clothed, through the boots he wore onto the beach get tossed off somewhere, and max noses his way into the space of anyone cooking, watching them work and asking a few questions - what kind of animal is that and where'd you get the spices and how do you know it's done and does it taste like chicken? he's typically the cook for his friends, and this place is all new and strange. tris can handle the research on the physics and magic of the land, but max likes things more hands on.
then, sportsball, where he loses the shirt. max isn't great at most of these games, given he's never played sports, and rules feel dumb. there might be a time or two that he breaks a rule, and then squints at whoever informs him of it, replying just with but that's stupid? someone will need to give detailed explanations about these activities to him before he decides he's willing to put up with the stupid bits for the sake of fun. or just makes a vague grunting sound, and walks off, to find something more entertaining.
of course, swimming, where he loses the shorts too, and flops himself into the water for some skinny dipping. max hasn't ever been the type for shame, least of all when it comes to nudity, so if you're in the clothing optional areas, you'll definitely get the full experience of witnessing nudity in action when max heads off to play around in the water.
but by the time dancing comes around, he's at least tugged the shorts back on, because having your junk flop around on a dance floor is just uncomfy, for you and everyone else around you. and he must dance. by this point, though, he's well sauced, mind in a drunken hum and body feeling the pound of the bass in his bones, swaying and dancing like a club boy (because he was/is one). anyone who brushes up against him will notice his skin is an unnatural kind of hot - not enough to burn, but a cozy warmth. ]
ROOMMATES/WILDCARD;
[[ max is on floor 14, bed 5! ]]
[ the first thing max gets to doing, upon arriving on his floor and learning tris has the bed right next to his, is start moving furniture. whether bed 5 was against the wall with the window or not, max is making it so. he's slept with windows and doors open in his room since he was 14, and he's going to need to be close to one if he's going to get any kind of sleep.
not that he explains that to anyone. just starts rearranging. in addition, tristan clark's bed is being pushed up against his as well, to make it one big mattress they can share. after his bedframe bumps against the wall, max reaches up to pop the window open, letting in the cool night air. ]
Anyone who gets cold at night can take my blankets. [ as he does not get cold. ever. ]