[3rd floor] Saturday morning in the common room.

[rushmore-yankee.livejournal.com]

Max sits in the third floor common room, steaming cup of coffee (with saucer) at the ready, large French press and extra cupware nearby. He's got papers spread out on the coffee table in front of him. It looks like a script or something. He's chewing thoughfully on the end of a Sharpie, idly tweaking the safety pin that attaches the earpiece to his frame of his glasses, and staring at an elaborate Venn diagram with various Fandom High student names on it.

Max is working on a play. It'll be a grand, unification theory effort: possibly Rocky Horror, possibly Our Town, and — more than possibly — some kind of meta mash-up between the two. Maybe a little Shrew. He's going to have to think on it.

[ooc: I'm in and out all weekend, but I wanted to put something up. Open to anyone who happens to be in the area, or who is a SERIOUS, SERIOUS actor. (kidding.)]

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[deirdreofamber.livejournal.com]

(ooc: I just came to fangirl your character, omg! who do I have to pay to get a Bill Murray character into this game, I mean, please! I'm dyin' here, we need a Ghostbuster, don't we? And also, I love how you are playing Max, because, yeah, you rawk! The play idea is PERFECTION! Sorry to babble! Going now...)

[rushmore-yankee.livejournal.com]

[ooc: yes! ANY Bill Murray character, really. I mean, Stripes, Ghostbusters, Lost in Translation, Rushmore (!!!), Zissou... whatever. I don't think I could write it, but I'd love to see it here. And thanks, very much, for the compliment. :-)]

[names-ash.livejournal.com]

::wanders by, on the prowl to find psycho_barbie for some "one-on-one" wrestling training. Sees the dorky kid sitting alone in a common room on a saturday, and feels like such a heinous act of dweebery cannot go unpunished::

Geeze kid, what are you trying to do, redecorate the place with all that paper?

[rushmore-yankee.livejournal.com]

He looks up from his work and--

Man. That's a big chin. Max has never seen a chin that large.

He sighs and gazes thoughtfully at the man addressing him, answering: "No. I've got to see everything at once to try and figure it out. Although... not a bad idea: redecorate the common room. Make it our own. Give it that special 'third floor' feel. As soon as I figure out what that is, I'll put it on my list."

[names-ash.livejournal.com]

::faux enthusiasm::

Ooh, some floral print and curtains would really liven this place up.

::returns to normal sarcasm::

Seriously kid... you look like you're planning something. Anything the faculty should know about before you... do... whatever this is?

[rushmore-yankee.livejournal.com]

Max quirks an eyebrow and looks at him quizzically: "It's a play. Not a warhead, coach. Are you a thespian? Or, do you know how I can get in touch with Dawn-the-drama-lady?"

[names-ash.livejournal.com]

::Because Ash is just thick-skulled enoughed to do such a thing::

Thespian? I'm all man, kid, and don't you forget it. You call me a Thespian again and you're going to be on the recieving end of a shotgun enema, got it?

[chasingangela]

Angela takes her Criminology homework to the commons room to work, and is slightly stunned by the sight of Max's elaborate chart and supplies.

"Um ... is that, like, for a class?" she asks.

[rushmore-yankee.livejournal.com]

He had been gazing off at the muted TV, trying to imagine a device that would get Leonardos da Vinci and Dicaprio on a stage yacht together. When the pretty redhead chimes in, Max more or less snaps out of it, and glances absently at his papers.

"Huh? This? No. This is for extra-curricular. Although..." He takes his Sharpie (black, extra fine) and makes a quick note in his notebook. "Pursue... independent... study... credits. Good idea, Miss...?"

[chasingangela]

Angela smiles slightly, still not sure what Max is doing. She remembers him, vaguely, from the night Parker got so angry about the poster, and hadn't there been an email about broken glasses or missing contacts?

"Um, Chase. Angela Chase," she says, offering her hand for Max to shake. "And you're Max, right?"

[rushmore-yankee.livejournal.com]

"Max Fischer," he agrees, shaking her hand. He's careful not to do what Mr Bloom refers to as "a bitch-shake" -- a man taking a woman's offered hand, and turning it vertically, like you'd shake the hand of a small child. It's rude to do that, as Mr Bloom says. Sexist.

After he shakes her hand like she's a normal Joe, he waves at his sea of paperwork, "I'm working on a play. My desk isn't big enough and I already knocked over my ink well."

[chasingangela]

The play and the fountain pens strike Angela as being equally unlikely for a student at this school, and she isn't sure what to say. "That's so ... different," she says. "I was in the drama club at my old school. I mean, I just painted sets and sold tickets, I'm not an actress or anything."

[harried-potter.livejournal.com]

*wanders in, looking for people to talk to*

*notices the Venn diagram*

Hey. What's this?

[rushmore-yankee.livejournal.com]

"It's, uh... a Venn diagram. I'm trying to plot and cast for a school play. And, I find that visual aids help in the brainstorming process," Max explains, amicably. Almost apologetically. In truth: Venn is the only diagram he really knows the name of. He avoids all others.

He regards this new person carefully, and finally looks at him curiously, "Where did you get your glasses? I like your frames. Internet? Or vintage?"

[harried-potter.livejournal.com]

Harry blinks. He's never had this question posed to him before. "Uh. Surrey, England. There's an optometrist near the local grocer..." He shakes his head.

"So," he says, sitting down, "how does the Venn diagram work in the brainstorming process?" He notices that there are scribbles all over the page. "If you want to explain it, that is."

[rushmore-yankee.livejournal.com]

"Sure," Max says, pulling a large artist's notebook onto his lap to show Harry. "Basically, I start with a name here, and then -- it's the name of a character -- and then, I draw circles for other characters that they might interact with, and how much, in what capacity, et cetera. And then, I do some casting notes in other bubbles, using this green pen and cross-referencing them against the character names and how those two actors might work against each other. Or complement each other. Which is hard to judge, really, until you get them started on rehearsals. See, this one?" He points to a big bubble with "ANGELUS" written in it and then points to another circle that says "antipathy, but with great charisma." There are other student names listed, as well as some teachers. "And then, you gotta think about who he could play off of that would create the most friction."

He looks at the guy next to him again and says, "I really like those frames, though. I need new ones. I'm thinking about looking on the internet. Maybe eBay or something. I hate these frames. And the lenses. I hate everything but the safety pin actually."

Smiling, he adds, "I'm Max Fischer. What's your name, guy?"

[fates_jaye]

Jaye plops down next to him. "Hey, there, sparky. What've you got there? Really complicated love note?"

[rushmore-yankee.livejournal.com]

"It's 'Max'," he corrects, gently. "And no. I'm working on a play."

Max looks at the girl curiously, cocking his head. "Do you act? Is nudity a problem for you? Or, handling of firearms? Or, ...uh, pork?"

[ooc: Love. Jaye. So. Much. Remind me to link to the icon I made of her. I made more than a couple, but I'll have to find them/upload them. Love. Jaye. Did I mention that?]

[fates_jaye]

Jaye's eyebrows shoot up and her eyes go wide. "Well, I've never acted, doubt anyone wants to see me naked, and I probably shouldn't be trusted with any sort of firearms." She pauses. "And I guess it all depends on what's being done with the pork. What kind of play is this, anyway?"

(OOC: Hee! Jaye is joy, I swear to god.)

[rushmore-yankee.livejournal.com]

Max has no choice but to furrow his brown and shrug lightly, "Not sure yet. I'm still kicking around a few ideas. But, there's going to be a bat mitzvah luau, I think. Obvious poor planning. Possibly a musical, although... I'd rather it be noir-ish than Fiddler. I mean, Man of La Mancha, I could consider. But, yeah. Not sure yet."

He points at the cups and saucers, "Want coffee, Miss...?"

Come on. Fill in that blank.

[fates_jaye]

Not about to give her real name to anyone who had immediately asked her how she felt about nudity, Jaye answers, "Call me Esmerelda. Bat mitzvah luau, you say?"

[auroryborealis.livejournal.com]

"Hey, Max," Rory says glancing down at him. She's just barely awake after her lovely night prior (http://www.livejournal.com/users/rory__gilmore/4378.html), and is stumbling in the direction of coffee. "I...like your diagram," she says hesitantly, looking over his shoulder.

[rushmore-yankee.livejournal.com]

Max beams. Lowly. Lowly beams. Because it's still early and it looks like Rory just woke up.

"Thanks!" He picks up a cup and saucer and offers both to her. "Looks like someone needs a good cup of joe. Want some?"

[auroryborealis.livejournal.com]

"Oh, I would love some. You're an angel," Rory says, gratefully taking the coffee and sinking into the chair next to him. "So, what's all that for?" she asks, waving vaguely at his papers.

[rushmore-yankee.livejournal.com]

"Cream? Sugar?" He interjects, before launching into a new explanation of the mess in front of him. He's got a little cream and sugar set, too. They are blue and white delftware. They're from Holland. Dirk got them for him when his family went on vacation.

"It's a play. I've decided that Yearbook isn't going to keep me so busy that I can't do other activities. And if I'm going to stay at Fandom High for a bit, then I might as well try to start up the Max Fischer Players again," he explains, carefully moving a piece of paper over where Rory's name appears in the diagram.

Did she see?