[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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[auroryborealis.livejournal.com]

'No, no, I completely get that. I'm just...wired that way. So I understand where you're coming from, but I could never do that. Maybe it shows that I'm a coward, or something. It's just...I go to school and do well because I want to go to Harvard. I just do. I can't explain it. It's been my driving ambition as long as I can remember." She sighs. "I do get tired of it, though."