IC contact post for Mask or Menace

[timecapture]

Hey! This is Max. Sorry I can't pick up right now; I'm probably snapping pictures of cute animals or something. Leave a message! Or text.

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[timecapture]

I'm flattered, but I think I have to wash my hair that night.

[Read: She'd rather go out on a date with Jinseok.]

[restingstitchface]

Well, that's understandable. You're scared of facing your fears. Truth be told, I find your excuse well-practiced. Did you test it on your former teacher?

[timecapture]

I hate to break it to you, but I've already faced my fears.

[She's not going to let him get to her. She's not.]

[restingstitchface]

Really?

Well, isn't that a pretty picture? Rainbows and fluffy clouds and sunbeams. I'll have to frame it and mount it on my wall.

[#thingsshitbirdsays]

[timecapture]

What.

[restingstitchface]

I'm trying to frame the situation, here.

Your teacher photographed you, did he not? Did you know I used to teach psychology? Ironic, no?

[timecapture]

[Oh. Oh, shit. He knows. Max knows she should just cut him off, block him, but she doesn't know what he wants - and worse, what he'll do.]

What makes you think he did that? I'm not a subject.

[restingstitchface]

Ms Caulfield, I'm a psychiatrist. I know plenty about you. For instance; I'm not a subject? That's fascinating. You may not believe yourself a subject in anyone's eyes, but he thought you were a perfect study, didn't he? But even perfection can be tarnished. Did he ever lose his temper?

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I'm not telling you anything.

[Fuck off, Crane.]

[restingstitchface]

Now, you don't want to leave me in the dark, Max. Might have to make a study of my own, at some point.

[Leave him in the dark. Cough.]

[timecapture]

Go to Hell, Crane.

[Okay, maybe she does believe in it, after all. "Hell is other people," and all of that.]

[restingstitchface]

Well, I'm already on my way.

Not that I believe in such fantasy. Have you met Lucifer, by the way?

[timecapture]

You're full of some serious bullshit.

[restingstitchface]

So you claim. But am I wrong?

[timecapture]

What are you even talking about?

[restingstitchface]

Is any of my analysis incorrect?

[No? Then sit the hell down.]

[timecapture]

What does any of that have to do with the devil?

[restingstitchface]

You claim I'm full of nonsense. Inflated on my own hot air. The Devil is the Prince of Lies. But like him, I have no need to lie. And like him, I know everything about you, like I said.

Did you know he lives in this world? Funny, that. Perhaps the two of you should meet. I wonder what would happen.

[timecapture]

I think I'll pass.

[She has enough bullshit in her life right now, as is.]

[restingstitchface]

Oh? That's a shame.

Still, sleep on it. It might do you some good to have a new perspective on things.

[timecapture]

Maybe it's time for you to take your own advice.

[Congrats, Crane. You just got the texting equivalent of an eye-roll, even if she's still shaking.]

[restingstitchface]

[Max, please.]

You can always stop responding, you know.

[timecapture]

Clearly, you don't speak text. That was text for "I'm done with this."

[And this is her, making it more obvious.]

[restingstitchface]

Yes, of course you are. That's why you're still speaking to me, isn't it?

[timecapture]

[No, Crane. No, she's not.]