Week 4

[lockdownmods]

[ It's now Week 4 at Fayflower University. With the new week comes another memory, and a new floor to explore. That's nice, after everything, right? Right, of course it is.

However, other things have changed besides the floor access. The wall has always been a point of contention after the fiasco in week one. And then the frog, and now the investigation. However, going within three feet of the wall is oppressive now, in feeling. It feels as though you're being watched-- and targeted for something.

Be careful~]

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[throwabookatit]

[ Yeah, this is. Definitely not what you want to find, any day at all. ]

Je- Crivvens, Max...! [ Rebecca rushes over and kneels by her, trying to lift up her face to get a good look. Please don't be dead, please... ] Speak to me, okay? Come on, dear...

[reshoot]

[Max is pretty limp but once Rebecca is lifting her up, it should be fairly obvious that she's not all dead weight. Max blearily stares at Rebecca after she opens her eyes, but doesn't emote much more than that.]

Wwwwwwwwwwhat?

[and kinda tries to shrug her off but is too weak and tired]

[throwabookatit]

[ Thank god. Thank anything that's out there. Rebecca isn't the praying type, but she's doing that right now.

She tries to carefully sit her up, will Max allow that? And...just how much like alcohol does she smell? ]

Max... What happened? Your arm... [ Still dripping blood, should do something about that. ]

[reshoot]

Your arm. [Max again tries to shrug her off, and yes, she smells a lot like booze. Tequila in particular.]

Akira tried t'fix me, but I unfixed myself...

[her shaky right hand, bleeding slightly from the back of the palm, palms Rebecca in the face.]

Please no more looking...Don't, just, just, just don't.

If––If Chloe were here, she'd say––she'd say––Maxxxxx....

Mmmmaxington... [yeah she's no ok]

[throwabookatit]

[ Oh, oof. Rebecca pulls at Max's hand, lightly, trying to catch and hold it to get a good look at the wound. ]

Ugh- Max, I can't understand...just what you're trying to say. God, how... [ Her gaze travels down to the broken bottle... ] Did you drink all of that? That is not okay.

[ The stern teacher voice is starting to come out, but really she's too worried for it to rise too much. ]

[reshoot]

It broke.

[It's not difficult to take Max's hank, and the blood appears to be coming from underneath the larger bandage on the back of her palm.]

Chloe would've done the same thing, she would throw...throw a fit and drink everythin' an' say––and say––Maxxxx....You fucking bitch, stay out of my shit....

It was dumb luck, dumb dumb dumb luck...'Becca, everything is my fault. It's called––It's called chaos theory and I fucking swung the pendulum too hard and now everyone is dead. [With the way she's slurring her words, it really must sound like nonsense. Her eye contact with Rebecca is hit or miss, and she just sort of seems to be ranting at nothing in particular except for the one point in which she actually addresses her. Her free hand just kind of paws at the older girl.]

[throwabookatit]

[ Okay, can't take that other hand just yet, but she pats the back of it, before trying to make sure that bandage won't come up. Rebecca sighs and tries to make sense of it all. Her friends usually don't get this drunk...or at least not this flavor of it. It's hard to know quite what to do. ]

Now... Slow down here, okay? What's this- dear, you can't be blaming yourself for everything that's happened here. No. It's...it's the administration, yeah? The ones who brought us here.

[reshoot]

No, no no, 'Becca, you think you...you think you know but I know.

[now that hand is pawing at Rebecca's face.]

This is the timeline I created.

[what. The way she drunkenly says it makes it sound as ridiculous as it...well, sounds.]

[throwabookatit]

[ Yeeeah... Yeah no. She tries to catch Max's other hand, just...so she can be holding her hands. ]

This is the alcohol speaking, Max.

[reshoot]

It's not. It's not, it's not, you think it is, look, look...

[Something about having both of her hands in Rebecca's makes her voice start to crack.]

You think, but it's not.

I've done...so many mistakes. Over and over. Back and forth.

I never get punished, it's always everyone else, never me, have you seen––have you seen my wall of dead or missing friends? It's pretty big and it's only getting bigger...bigger and bigger and bigger and I'm still here, letting everyone fall down in my place.

'Becca, 'Becca, Rebecca.

[she squeezes her hands]

I'm so fucked.

[throwabookatit]

[ ...This is like...with Isabella, isn't it? Be logical. Be rational. It's just your mind, Isabella.

That just lead to Isabella's death.

Listen, Rebecca.

She gently withdraws one hand-- or, if Max won't let go, she just raises both their hands to Max's face, gently. ]

No one...would want you to die, Max. Anyone you've lost, I- I'm... I'm sure, they wouldn't. But... But that's not... I haven't...been listening to you properly...have I?

What's...going on? What about this..."timeline?"

[reshoot]

[Max is way to drunk to explain time travel, but. Here she goes. She extends her hand forward, the one that Rebecca let go of.]

If I do this, time starts going backwards.

Change the past, change the future...The shutterbug effect. [...no]

I made a bad future. I changed the past and fucked up the future, and I must have fucked up the future so bad that I created this entire horrible world. I must've, I must've...I pushed too hard, to get away from him. It's the only explanation that makes sense to me...

I. Am a destructive force. On the entire universe, Rebecca.

Some kind of, some kind of...some kind of cosmic bitch.

[throwabookatit]

[ She can't help but gently correct: ] Butterfly effect, sweetie.

[ But, no, more importantly. ]

I...have a few questions, alright? You can...turn back time? Have you always been able to do this?

[reshoot]

Yeah, that. A shutterbug is...No, that's me. [waves her hand apologetically...probably.]

I can do it since maybe one week before I woke up in this reality? I didn't get those powers on my own or by accident or anything, I just had them all of a sudden.

[points her finger at rebecca!]

Shoulda entered the lottery that day...Wait, no, I could win the lottery but that would be against the rules. The rules that I made myself. [her head lolls back a bit as she says this, her voice evening out as if she were experiencing some sort of divine revelation.]

Chloe said I could have sex with anyone I wanted, but obviously I wasn't gonna do that. I could've fucked up so much shit, but I didn't. An'––an' GUESS WHAT! I fucked everything up anyways!

Go Max. Go. Max.

[throwabookatit]

[ It's hard to understand all this, but Rebecca sure is trying. Trying, and not letting go of Max's hand. ]

So...just before all of this started. Could... Max, can you still do this here? Because I... I'm having a hard time imagining that you, one girl, is responsible for...for all of this.