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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[restingstitchface]

Children rarely are.

But I have lived my share of life among grown ups, Max. Little of them has won my approval. The same goes for your peers.

[He had been. He'd... learned to mature fast. Some would say losing his mind had been part of the price of that.]

[timecapture]

Let me guess: teens are assholes.

[She feels you, Crane, if that's the case.]

[restingstitchface]

[Don't think he doesn't notice that attempt at fishing.]

Oh everyone is. But violence is a complex thing. I don't even call it violence when it's in self defense; I call it intelligence.

Now, would you like to tell me about your classmates?

[timecapture]

[Don't think she doesn't notice the dodge.]

"But enough about me, let's talk about you." Why would I tell you anything about them?

[restingstitchface]

Curiosity?

[timecapture]

I'm curious, but I'm also not completely stupid.

[restingstitchface]

Morbid curiosity, then.

Consider why you read the horror genre. You enjoy being scared.

[timecapture]

I don't JUST read the horror genre. I just happen to like Poe's work.

[restingstitchface]

Yes, well, my work is outstanding, I assure you.

I would like you to experience it sometime too.

[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.]