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Maxwell saw the others fear turning towards curiosity, which made him frown a little. He stood up straight and turned his head away, now scowling. "Hmmpf. Well, I can tell you now it's going to be quite confusing." He smirked yet again and looked back to her, chuckling. "My name is Maxwell Carter." Upon finishing the sentence, something clicked in his brain, making him frown. "Don't call me Max. Now, what's your name?"

Wren had woken up in a strange forest about two days ago. As much as she was confused and distraught, she was pleased to be back in nature instead of job searching on the streets of Albuquerque. She figured she must've sleep walked during that strange dream she had, so she couldn't be all that far from the camp. Could she? She had set up a dinky little shelter under the largest tree she could find.

Presently, she was balancing on one of the trees large branches, completely immersed in a daydream and gazing up at the trees deep green leaves. "I would love to be a tree like you, Abel." She said, Abel is what she had named the tree. "Not only would I live a hundred years but in the spring and fall my hair would change colors. Red, orange and even pink!" She laughed. "With pink hair, I'd look like a faerie wouldn't I?" She asked.

Maxwell had been going for one of his walks around his world, smoking a cigar that smelt quite horrid. It could singed nose hairs and leave a hoarse feeling in the back of ones throat. He had decided to walk through this particular forest where one of the new survivors was hanging out at. He was humming slightly, his coarse throat like a rasp but intact tune. The sinking of his cane that he held could be heard, his lovely autumn coat adorned. Maxwell had not noticed the new survivor, in fact he had never even met this new pawn.

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Maxwell was fascinated by this question, leaning back a little by straightening his back slightly. "Hmmm.." he slowly inhaled the cigar then pointed his face away, blowing out this purplish-black smoke. Pausing before smirking, Maxwell turned to Wren and chuckled lowly, teasing her slightly. "Perhaps... I mean, I do... partake in fairy activities, but probably not what you're talking about." He snickered and stood straight up, the hand without the cigar tucked behind his back. "Perhaps, but if I told you no... would you believe I was telling you the truth? Or would you... believe I were lying?" He smirked a bit more, upon further inspection it seemed as if nothing on his clothing were made from iron. Not even his buttons for his coat nor the clips for his tie. He had a belt buckle, but that looks to made from polished copper.

Wren had woken up in a strange forest about two days ago. As much as she was confused and distraught, she was pleased to be back in nature instead of job searching on the streets of Albuquerque. She figured she must've sleep walked during that strange dream she had, so she couldn't be all that far from the camp. Could she? She had set up a dinky little shelter under the largest tree she could find.

Presently, she was balancing on one of the trees large branches, completely immersed in a daydream and gazing up at the trees deep green leaves. "I would love to be a tree like you, Abel." She said, Abel is what she had named the tree. "Not only would I live a hundred years but in the spring and fall my hair would change colors. Red, orange and even pink!" She laughed. "With pink hair, I'd look like a faerie wouldn't I?" She asked.

Maxwell had been going for one of his walks around his world, smoking a cigar that smelt quite horrid. It could singed nose hairs and leave a hoarse feeling in the back of ones throat. He had decided to walk through this particular forest where one of the new survivors was hanging out at. He was humming slightly, his coarse throat like a rasp but intact tune. The sinking of his cane that he held could be heard, his lovely autumn coat adorned. Maxwell had not noticed the new survivor, in fact he had never even met this new pawn.

#rp

[sfwilliam]

Maxwell smirked quite a bit when he had startled her, getting quite a kick out of it. He watched her fall with a grin, allowing her to get quite close to the ground before snapping his fingers. After he snapped his fingers a large shadow hand came out of the ground and caught her, slowly letting her onto the ground. Maxwell soon appeared next to her with a large grin as he slowly took out another cigar from his jacket pocket. "My my, I know my looks are quite astounding, but there is no need to fall head over heels for me. Literally...." he chuckled at this, putting the cigar up to his lips, he covered his cigar as if to protect it from the wind. When Maxwell moved his hand away and put the cigar fully in his mouth, the cigar was lit.

Wren had woken up in a strange forest about two days ago. As much as she was confused and distraught, she was pleased to be back in nature instead of job searching on the streets of Albuquerque. She figured she must've sleep walked during that strange dream she had, so she couldn't be all that far from the camp. Could she? She had set up a dinky little shelter under the largest tree she could find.

Presently, she was balancing on one of the trees large branches, completely immersed in a daydream and gazing up at the trees deep green leaves. "I would love to be a tree like you, Abel." She said, Abel is what she had named the tree. "Not only would I live a hundred years but in the spring and fall my hair would change colors. Red, orange and even pink!" She laughed. "With pink hair, I'd look like a faerie wouldn't I?" She asked.

Maxwell had been going for one of his walks around his world, smoking a cigar that smelt quite horrid. It could singed nose hairs and leave a hoarse feeling in the back of ones throat. He had decided to walk through this particular forest where one of the new survivors was hanging out at. He was humming slightly, his coarse throat like a rasp but intact tune. The sinking of his cane that he held could be heard, his lovely autumn coat adorned. Maxwell had not noticed the new survivor, in fact he had never even met this new pawn.

#rp

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"Oh my dear, you're a long way aways from Albuquerque...." Maxwell looked to the ribbons then looked back to the girl, adjusting his tie a little bit as he began to slowly seep into the tree bark, his body slowly turning into shadows as it seeped into the tree trunk "but if you insist..." Maxwell spoke out as he went into the tree (damn that's a weird sentence). He soon formed back under the tree on the land (like how he does in the beginning of the games when introducing a new character). "I'm glad! You haven't been here very long! That seems you still need to learn the rules to the game..."

Wren had woken up in a strange forest about two days ago. As much as she was confused and distraught, she was pleased to be back in nature instead of job searching on the streets of Albuquerque. She figured she must've sleep walked during that strange dream she had, so she couldn't be all that far from the camp. Could she? She had set up a dinky little shelter under the largest tree she could find.

Presently, she was balancing on one of the trees large branches, completely immersed in a daydream and gazing up at the trees deep green leaves. "I would love to be a tree like you, Abel." She said, Abel is what she had named the tree. "Not only would I live a hundred years but in the spring and fall my hair would change colors. Red, orange and even pink!" She laughed. "With pink hair, I'd look like a faerie wouldn't I?" She asked.

Maxwell had been going for one of his walks around his world, smoking a cigar that smelt quite horrid. It could singed nose hairs and leave a hoarse feeling in the back of ones throat. He had decided to walk through this particular forest where one of the new survivors was hanging out at. He was humming slightly, his coarse throat like a rasp but intact tune. The sinking of his cane that he held could be heard, his lovely autumn coat adorned. Maxwell had not noticed the new survivor, in fact he had never even met this new pawn.

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Maxwell was going to do the whole terror thing, but seeing as how this new pawn just started... playing for him, he was quite intruiged. He let her play the song for a bit before his grin turned to a smirk. He leaned forwards and looked at the flute, examining her delicately. He wanted to make sure he had all the details about this new survivor, so that he could break her like he broke higgsbury. "That's enough now, dear. What I want to hear from you is quite important. Where did you come from for the first question, second question is... how many nights have you been here for?"

Wren had woken up in a strange forest about two days ago. As much as she was confused and distraught, she was pleased to be back in nature instead of job searching on the streets of Albuquerque. She figured she must've sleep walked during that strange dream she had, so she couldn't be all that far from the camp. Could she? She had set up a dinky little shelter under the largest tree she could find.

Presently, she was balancing on one of the trees large branches, completely immersed in a daydream and gazing up at the trees deep green leaves. "I would love to be a tree like you, Abel." She said, Abel is what she had named the tree. "Not only would I live a hundred years but in the spring and fall my hair would change colors. Red, orange and even pink!" She laughed. "With pink hair, I'd look like a faerie wouldn't I?" She asked.

Maxwell had been going for one of his walks around his world, smoking a cigar that smelt quite horrid. It could singed nose hairs and leave a hoarse feeling in the back of ones throat. He had decided to walk through this particular forest where one of the new survivors was hanging out at. He was humming slightly, his coarse throat like a rasp but intact tune. The sinking of his cane that he held could be heard, his lovely autumn coat adorned. Maxwell had not noticed the new survivor, in fact he had never even met this new pawn.

#rp

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Maxwell loved these reactions, you wouldn't get this type of reaction from that bratty scientist. He laughed a little, grinning more as he flicked his cigar butt away. "Ah, I seem to have startled you. No no, you carry on. Your playing was quite nice..." It wasn't the best Maxwell has heard, but it's nice to have something other than ragtime screeching next to your ear for eternity. "You don't have to be afraid of me. You should be... but you don't have to be."

Wren had woken up in a strange forest about two days ago. As much as she was confused and distraught, she was pleased to be back in nature instead of job searching on the streets of Albuquerque. She figured she must've sleep walked during that strange dream she had, so she couldn't be all that far from the camp. Could she? She had set up a dinky little shelter under the largest tree she could find.

Presently, she was balancing on one of the trees large branches, completely immersed in a daydream and gazing up at the trees deep green leaves. "I would love to be a tree like you, Abel." She said, Abel is what she had named the tree. "Not only would I live a hundred years but in the spring and fall my hair would change colors. Red, orange and even pink!" She laughed. "With pink hair, I'd look like a faerie wouldn't I?" She asked.

Maxwell had been going for one of his walks around his world, smoking a cigar that smelt quite horrid. It could singed nose hairs and leave a hoarse feeling in the back of ones throat. He had decided to walk through this particular forest where one of the new survivors was hanging out at. He was humming slightly, his coarse throat like a rasp but intact tune. The sinking of his cane that he held could be heard, his lovely autumn coat adorned. Maxwell had not noticed the new survivor, in fact he had never even met this new pawn.

#rp

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Maxwell had begun to hear a panflute, quite intruiged by where it was coming from. He began heading closer to the sound, not stopping his smoke. He heard what the being called out, which made him grin quite a bit. He suddenly turned to shadows and sunk into the ground, shadow hands dragging him down. He then soon appeared slowly behind this new survivor, he was sitting behind her delicately on the tree branch. His legs were crossed and his cane was gone, he was still smoking his cigar though. "Well I'm no prince..." He let out a low soft chuckle, his voice was quite nice. "But I am the king ... so perhaps you're alright with that..." he grinned, looking at this new pawn for the king to watch. He wondered how this being got here, especially how long.

Wren had woken up in a strange forest about two days ago. As much as she was confused and distraught, she was pleased to be back in nature instead of job searching on the streets of Albuquerque. She figured she must've sleep walked during that strange dream she had, so she couldn't be all that far from the camp. Could she? She had set up a dinky little shelter under the largest tree she could find.

Presently, she was balancing on one of the trees large branches, completely immersed in a daydream and gazing up at the trees deep green leaves. "I would love to be a tree like you, Abel." She said, Abel is what she had named the tree. "Not only would I live a hundred years but in the spring and fall my hair would change colors. Red, orange and even pink!" She laughed. "With pink hair, I'd look like a faerie wouldn't I?" She asked.

Maxwell had been going for one of his walks around his world, smoking a cigar that smelt quite horrid. It could singed nose hairs and leave a hoarse feeling in the back of ones throat. He had decided to walk through this particular forest where one of the new survivors was hanging out at. He was humming slightly, his coarse throat like a rasp but intact tune. The sinking of his cane that he held could be heard, his lovely autumn coat adorned. Maxwell had not noticed the new survivor, in fact he had never even met this new pawn.

#rp

[sfwilliam]

Wren had woken up in a strange forest about two days ago. As much as she was confused and distraught, she was pleased to be back in nature instead of job searching on the streets of Albuquerque. She figured she must've sleep walked during that strange dream she had, so she couldn't be all that far from the camp. Could she? She had set up a dinky little shelter under the largest tree she could find.

Presently, she was balancing on one of the trees large branches, completely immersed in a daydream and gazing up at the trees deep green leaves. "I would love to be a tree like you, Abel." She said, Abel is what she had named the tree. "Not only would I live a hundred years but in the spring and fall my hair would change colors. Red, orange and even pink!" She laughed. "With pink hair, I'd look like a faerie wouldn't I?" She asked.

Maxwell had been going for one of his walks around his world, smoking a cigar that smelt quite horrid. It could singed nose hairs and leave a hoarse feeling in the back of ones throat. He had decided to walk through this particular forest where one of the new survivors was hanging out at. He was humming slightly, his coarse throat like a rasp but intact tune. The sinking of his cane that he held could be heard, his lovely autumn coat adorned. Maxwell had not noticed the new survivor, in fact he had never even met this new pawn.

#summercamp #rp

[sfwilliam]

I'm back bitches!!

So! I have been gone since, November?? Something like that. Here's why:

I was in the hospital for quite some time because the doctors thought I had caught covid, but my tests were coming up as negative, so they didn't know what was wrong with me. This caused me to get depressed, which gave me heavy episodes. After a bit of them finally doing the proper tests, it turns out that my TB (tuberculosis) had returned. They gave me stronger medication and now I'm back at home! I'm still depressed, being close to death kinda does that to a person. After a couple months of testing out depression medication I've found one that works!! So I decided to come back (finally) and see how everyone is!

#ooc

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OOC I hope you are on the road to recovery now.

Awe thank you!! (I've got no idea when this was sent sorry) I'm doing much better and I'm even about to reblog an update post if you wanted to see how I'm doing!

#ooc #thank you!!

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Hey y'all!! So sorry for disappearing all of a sudden, I feel awful about it. I'm not feeling too well so I've only been able to reblog things without putting much thought into it, my TB is getting worse even knowing this was supposed to be the last year of taking TB meds. It's really hard for me to think and I have to put nearly all of my energy into working and trying to take care of myself, so i haven't gotten a chance to go on tumblr. I would love to continue some of the role plays, please just know that there is a chance that there will be long pauses between replies! Again, I'm terribly sorry about this...

#update #ooc

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Maxwell suddenly tensed up when he saw the paper and saw Kit writing something down. His back straightened and he scowled, fully glaring towards her. "What are you writing down?" His words were filled with disgust, as if she were writing a "Karen complaint" about him. A long and harsh scowl came from Maxwell after a bit. "And how did you know my last name? I don't remember Warly giving it to you...."

Maxwell frowned deeply, clutching his plate. But not in fear. In disgust. "I'm not tired, I'm fine."

Stationed

@shipwrecked-chef

Maxwell had been wondering the constant for a while, he had ignored his instinct to build a camp and instead focused on survival, traveling long distances just to get few resources. He liked to travel, it took his mind off of any pain in the world he was experiencing.  While he travelled he had come across a seemingly abandoned campsite, to which he began to smirk at. “Pssh…” Maxwell thought to himself, snickering away as he approached the campsite through the front door, looking around to inspect the place. “My goodness, what is this?” Maxwell was wondering why on earth this campsite had been “abandoned” if it was in such well-kept condition. Oh well, he thought, a chest catching the corner of his eye. He smirked some more and approached the chests, slowly crouching down, his backpack quite heavy.  Maxwell opened the chest with his brow in the air, peering into it and beginning to scrounge around, trying to be as civil as possible. He hummed for a few moments, picking up some trinkets and examining them, not knowing what he had gotten himself into.

#stationed

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Maxwell sat there for a while, trying to understand what Wilson said. He let out a little noise before pushing his face against Wilson's side, seems he wanted to go out. He put his hand up against the glass, already hungry. Whenever he slept he usually immediately went out to hunt, Wilson could hear his stomach growling quite a bit. Poor guy...

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Wilson was practically vibrating with excitement. No, that was just the ship landing. No it was him! He giggled as he kicked his legs out, he looked like a little kid who just showed up in the Disney Land parking lot, ready to jump out at any given second. His friend willow, a demo expert, practically had to keep him back from rushing out to the window. 

The team slowly made it out to the outside, Wilson following the team of scientists who then quickly separated into teams. They...were supposed to have teams? Wilson huffed and made his way on his own, making sure he had his radio on him...he had managed to wander into the denser forests, looking back at the ship before delving deeper into the thick brush. He looked around, his eyes huge as he looked at the beautiful scenery " this...is beautiful… " He said softly, barely breathing as he tried to listen to the world around him...

#spacegear

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Maxwell let out an upset huff and sat down back where he was sitting before, he had to hold in a scoff when he saw how short she was. However, when she commented on his weight he frowned, huffing a bit and glaring at the food on his plate. "I've always had a problem with my bones and weight. It's a medical condition. Nothing to do with how I eat." Maxwell began to munch on his food once more, listening in on the conversation "oh." He said after swallowing the food he was currently eating. "It wasn't a Rook that did this. Afraid not, I would have been crushed if it was the rook.... No no, the rook merely... saved me... sort of. Saved me from certain death. No... something else did this, and I'd rather not tell you."

Maxwell continued to eat, ignoring the creature on Kit's head. He never truly liked pets, and he never had any good run ins with pogs.

Stationed

@shipwrecked-chef

Maxwell had been wondering the constant for a while, he had ignored his instinct to build a camp and instead focused on survival, traveling long distances just to get few resources. He liked to travel, it took his mind off of any pain in the world he was experiencing.  While he travelled he had come across a seemingly abandoned campsite, to which he began to smirk at. “Pssh…” Maxwell thought to himself, snickering away as he approached the campsite through the front door, looking around to inspect the place. “My goodness, what is this?” Maxwell was wondering why on earth this campsite had been “abandoned” if it was in such well-kept condition. Oh well, he thought, a chest catching the corner of his eye. He smirked some more and approached the chests, slowly crouching down, his backpack quite heavy.  Maxwell opened the chest with his brow in the air, peering into it and beginning to scrounge around, trying to be as civil as possible. He hummed for a few moments, picking up some trinkets and examining them, not knowing what he had gotten himself into.

#stationed

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William smiled a tiny bit at what Webber said, glad to hear that Wilson was making sure to feed Webber lots. William took another bite from his own plate, looking to Wilson and smiling kindly as he swallowed it. William wasn't too sure who Wilson was talking to, so he was panicking a bit. Ah.... anxiety.

William soon took a breath before perking up, waiting for Webber to be finished with what he was saying before he spoke, not wanting to be rude. "Wilson... This meal is quite good, compared to the other meals I've had.... Do you happen to have your own cookbook?"

Lilybud

@dont-starve-spider-baby

The man was exploring an open flower field with bee’s buzzing around, going through the field carefully avoiding bee nests, not wanting to anger them accidentally. He quite liked to make every day a different type of “adventure”, so he would like to stay alive to see the next day. He was humming as he walked, his hands on the arms of his backpack, gripping them gently as he walked along a pathway. He stopped humming when something caught his attention. He could hear noises, no…voices, nearby. 

He began to walk towards the direction of the voices, looking around to try and figure out where they were coming from, not sure of the dangers he would face. He puffed up his chest and pushed himself forwards, the voices becoming more clear. Quickly, the tall man hid behind a nearby tree to try and listen in on what those voices were saying, not too sure if he had been going crazy or not. Ever so carefully, after a few moments of listening he leaned around the tree, his hands gently resting upon the bark, to see what was making those sounds.

#lilybud

[sfwilliam]

I’m heading to bed now, I work at 11 am-7:30 pm (EST) so I won’t be available until approximately 8-9pm.

Goodnight!

#ooc

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Maxwell came out of his hole, looking around the area and letting out a soft noise, thinking that he’d be able to go anywhere. Mawxell looked around and went to a tree, sniffing it and examining it curiously before happily going towards a large field with lots of large beehives, he went into a crawling position before suddenly bonking into the glass of the containment area. He stopped and frowned, lifting his torso up as his hands went against the glass, Maxwell’s mandibles twitching as he tried to “see” outside of the glass, only able to “see” inside of the terrarium. Maxwell’s mandibles suddenly went down and Maxwell looked ...pretty sad. He made a small noise and began lowering his head, putting his forehead against the glass, leaning against it as he looked to the ground, saddened by the fact that there was a barrier around this area. He let out a small noise, not making much noise after that. Poor guy, seemed pretty sad...

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Wilson was practically vibrating with excitement. No, that was just the ship landing. No it was him! He giggled as he kicked his legs out, he looked like a little kid who just showed up in the Disney Land parking lot, ready to jump out at any given second. His friend willow, a demo expert, practically had to keep him back from rushing out to the window. 

The team slowly made it out to the outside, Wilson following the team of scientists who then quickly separated into teams. They...were supposed to have teams? Wilson huffed and made his way on his own, making sure he had his radio on him...he had managed to wander into the denser forests, looking back at the ship before delving deeper into the thick brush. He looked around, his eyes huge as he looked at the beautiful scenery " this...is beautiful… " He said softly, barely breathing as he tried to listen to the world around him...

#spacegear