Maya Catch All - August Edition

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🧙 WHO: Maya and YOU!
⚔️️ WHAT: Maya's August Catch-All
🕒 WHEN: That thing I said.
🗺️ WHERE: Various Locations.
⚠️ WARNINGS: On individual threads, but her usual depression warnings apply.

Doing things a bit different here, her open and closed prompts will be in individual threads below for me to read easier. Contact me via DM, Discord, or plurk (Rakath) if you wanna plot out a closed starter.

Or just leave me enough of a starter to respond, I'm not a cop, if I got questions/concerns I'll reach out. Or I'll just run with it.

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Starter Hotel - Open

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The problem with moving to a new town is you might not have a support circle. Friends, family, people to help you out when you need it. The problem with moving to a new world is you can't even call them.

Maya knows herself, she can't stay cooped up in her hotel room forever. She wants to, which is a problem in itself. But she drags herself to the lobby, cello case along for the ride and then finds a sofa to curl up on with her headphones over her ears.

Not playing her cello, but the option is available if the mood strikes. Letting her music fill her ears to distract her from the fact her feathers itch. Oh, she's also aware she now has feathers. Any avian entheusiast will probably pick out they belong to a barn owl. They run around Maya's neck, shoulders, and her back. No wings, just feathers.

She doesn't seem too bothered by them however.

Karaoke Bar - Open

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Maya's in the Karaoke bar early into the day, before all the big rush of people after work, she wants to get a feel of the place when it's quiet before she experiences the full impact of the place at happy hour.

She ordered a drink to nurse, and had a songbook open as she worked on homework. Writing out lyrics and chords in her usual scrawl. Not quite what she'll turn in, but as much a rough draft as she ever does.

Owl-Like - Open

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The thing about the feathers is they don't feel weird. Okay, that's a lie, they are very sensitive and she's avoiding touching them. She even picked up a top that offered support without a bra to limit how much pressure was put on the ones on her back. It really isn't having the feathers that bothers her.

Seeing them, however. Looking at her reflection and thinking about them catching a glimpse out of the corner of her eye at her shoulder. They were the same color as hoot. And as much as she loved her childhood stuffed animal. Her mind always brought up a pain attached to that toy.

So Maya found a park, fairly low traffic with all the- animal mage curse things. And sat to try and calm herself down. Unlike her normal muted expression, her face is very clearly lost in emotions. Eyes squeezed tightly closed while she tries to put old wounds away… and failing miserably.

Training Grounds - Open (CW: Self Destructive behavior, possibly blood if nobody stops her.)

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The training grounds were as good a place as any to work on magic. And while she thought about using her magic on injured trainees, she also thought about failing them. Or just- getting lost. Staring at their wounds. Her mind returned to long nights watching video after video.

Of death. And pain. To try and feel anything at all. And failing.

Instead she's sitting at a table, with a small knife, staring at the back of her arm. Her arms had small slight scars, nothing so obvious as cutting. But maybe someone had gone through a window at one point? Shallow, harmless cuts, that just left marks.

But right now Maya had a knife in her hand, and was definitely staring at her arm.