[Max has been thinking about doing this for a while, and she has to convince herself to send the invitation to the whole of Wonderland. In all honesty a smaller group would be more pleasant, but she doesn't want to start any cliques or something like that. Besides, she might actually discover more fellow nerds out there.]
Does anyone want to watch some TV shows? I'm thinking Twilight Zone or X-Files so we can pretend we're not living in them for a few hours.
I'd vote for Plan 9 from Outer Space, but I bet that won't fly.
[But yes, she's including that last one in a hopeful attempt someone will agree.]
Max is okay. After more than a month since the incidents in Arcadia Bay, she feels like she's had enough time to mourn and recover. The events have been fun and unique, nothing to burden her with additional weariness. People have mostly been nice to her. In fact, she's really starting to settle in to Wonderland, enough that she had comfortably camped out in the dining room to work on her journal... at nearly four in the morning.[OOC: She'll be falling asleep like this multiple nights, so feel free for multiple people to find her like that. Also, she'll probably wake up whenever someone walks in.]
But she fell asleep. Her sleep cycle is completely messed up after all of the long nights spent wandering around Wonderland or through the events. Even now, with her head and arms resting on the table, her sleep is shallow - she squirms, mumbling softly. Beside her is the journal, and watercolors next to that, the strong blue paint hardly touched among the rest. The open page of the journal shows a splotch of blue among some writing, an obvious attempt to start a drawing which ended with her drifting off to dreamland. A half-finished bowl of mushy cereal is also on the table next to her.
Her phone (the one from Oregon, not Wonderland) is playing music on repeat, and it happens to be playing this song when someone walks into the dining room at breakfast time.
Walks in on her being okay, obviously.
Max is nosy as hell. Open doors, books, pieces of paper lying around - these are all fair game. If you're in the library you might find her looking into a book or some notes you left lying around. Or, if along the hallways, she might be pretty obviously looking into your room from the door you left ajar. She won't peek at anything that looks too personal of course, but that's not a well-defined boundary by any means. It doesn't seem so much like she's deliberately intruding (at least she's not trying to hide the fact that she's looking), but rather she seems curious and lost in thought.[OOC: Prose or brackets, either works!]