Madison Valley Role Play

[Nick S]

I don't know if you've seen the network, but there are people here who are also from a world with zombies. I understand their feelings cause I know most of them are dangerous. But what if they find out about me and assume I'm dangerous?


[Leo V]
Since I could use a distraction from my thoughts, are you and Festus up for some company? How's he doing by the way?

Who: Nam-Ra & Eve
What: Meeting for coffee
Where: Starbucks
When: Beginning of the month
Warnings: Low just some talk of zombies and stuff.
Status: Closed, Completed gdoc.

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Who: Nam-Ra and Teruko Okura
What: Hanging out after first day of school.
Where: Tennis courts.
When: Tuesday afternoon.
Warnings: TBD probably low but will update if this changes.
Status: In Progress/Match Up

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Who: Nam-Ra & Nick
What: Adjusting to the whole ward and guardian situation.
Where: Their place.
When: A few days after Nam-Ra showed up.
Warnings: Some zombie talk and being dead.
Status: Completed Gdoc


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Who: Nam-Ran & Open
What: Needing some new earbuds.
Where: Walmart
When: July 5th [Backdated!]
Warnings: Mention of zombies, but nothing at the moment. Will update if this changes.
Status: Open, In progress.

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Stories and tales; in them we find the heart of a civilization, the soul of a culture. All the sorrows, fears and hopes of life can be found in the stories we tell, and in the way we tell them. In my world, it is said that my people know all stories, and before I came here, I very much believed that to be so.

But here, there are so many that I do not know, tales from cultures my mind hasn't even dreamt of, of people beyond the boundaries of my imagination. If we are to come together as allies - if not friends - in this place, should we not share a bit of our worlds? Should we not tell the stories and songs that make us who we are? I have shared a few over the time I have been here, and would be more than glad to do so again, but for now I should like to sit back and listen, while you regale me with your tales.

So, begin!

"You've been here for sixteen hours, go home Vance. Get some sleep in an actual bed. It'll be fine. The world isn't going to stop. Mountains aren't going to fall. And your patients will still be here when you wake up."

Otis. Otis, you fucking liar. You got everything wrong but the buggery bloody goddamn mountains.

I hope whomever is responsible reads this. Do you? Who is taking care of Mr Rebeck when I don't show up for work? It had best not be Glasses Trainee. Have you an ounce of decency you'll remove Glasses Trainee before she's permitted near any ailing patient with wand or vial.

I like Mr Rebeck, his wife brings pies.

I should have gone to Cape Verde.

White sand beaches, almost endless wealth. No extradition treaty. I could have lived comfortably for the rest of my life.

I shouldn't have let Mozzie open that bottle of wine. Or the second one. Or however many were after that.

I'm not sure where I ended up, but I don't think it's Africa.

Your sisters aren't anywhere near as cool as mine is. In fact, my sister is cooler than God.

I say that with all the religious fervor in the world because it's true. A couple of years ago we were out in Santa Cruz--which is zombie territory down to its viral infected bones--doing the only thing worth doing in zombie territory: poking zombies with sticks to see what happens.

We were out there with George's bike as the only means of transportation back to base. I was making friends with one of the locals, which is pretty standard stuff: a solo zombie isn't much of a threat. Four zombies isn't much of a threat if you know how to handle yourself. But more than that and you're probably going to die.

So of course we got ambushed. They had closed in on us on three sides and set up the kill chute forcing us to take the bike down toward the bigger mob, where they'd close ranks and eat us for lunch as soon as they caught us. Then George takes us up this hill. Hills are salvation or your burial ground and you've got a 50% chance of making it so of course she thinks:

Why don't we just go over the zombies?

Genius. My sister drove her dirt bike over a zombie herd. We turned into the Wright brothers for several glorious moments in total liftoff. We survived.

And that, ladies and gentleman, is why you should never go into the field without someone who is willing to do stupid shit with you.

How does one go about getting a job here if we don't submit to a blood test?

Who: Carol Peletier and Daryl Dixon
What: Catching up and talking.
Where: Carol's apartment.
When: The day after her arrival.
Rating: Mediumish, probably? For language, talk of zombies and deaths, etc. Also possible spoilers for the most recent The Walking Dead episode.
Status: Incomplete/Closed.

( Turn out the light/And every nightlight/Run you can run you can run/I blink and the world was gone. )

I dunno about you guys, but it makes me feel like we're at home with all these potential zombies hanging around suddenly. Oh, right, except for the shitty tech, the death traps, and cows.

But, you know. Zombies. There's no place like home.

Can't say I saw this coming.

WHO: Daryl Dixon and OPEN!
WHAT: The world has changed
WHEN: Saturday evening
WHERE: Shipley's Tavern
WARNINGS: Zombies
STATUS: Open/Ongoing

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Who: Everyone!
What: Halloween party
Where: A rented hall
When: October 31st!
Warnings | Status: TBD | On going | IC/OOC

Hey guys! This is the official Halloween party thread. You may tag into it ICly and interact with each other, or you may tag it OOC and just tell us what your character(s) did or are doing for the night. The hall was officially decorated by Caroline, there's food with the appropriate Halloween themes, music and general entertainment. Justine did also add in a gaudy Halloween sign that says 'Happy Birthday Harry' and there will be cake. There is a costume contest, I don't know how you guys want to decide who won that, but go for it and have fun! Justine is also personally greeting everyone and handing out bags of assorted candy.

Happy Halloween!

Also, by mod confirmation, this thread is worth 40 points!

Hello audience and fair-weather friends!

I don't actually like repeating myself. I only do it to annoy George and even then it loses its appeal when she reduces herself to eye rolling and physical abuse (don't you worry, I hit back). That said, there's a whole bunch of new people popping up--hello welcome to small town insanity I've got first class tickets on the crazytrain heading to crazytown--and there's some minor details I wanna air out for you. Mostly because it's easier this way and it'll save my sister a whole lot of effort explaining to you new comers.

George, myself, Daryl, Beth, Carol and Buffy are what amounts to walking corpses. Pretty neat, huh? Don't suck all the fun out of it though by making it more complicated than it actually is.

We're future zombies. All six of us. We're talking flesh eating undead that when you shoot us the first time we're going to get back up and require you to shoot us a second, third, and if you really suck at aiming, a fourth time before we stop moving. So the general advice is don't kill the walking biological weapons because it's going to end badly for everyone.

I don't know the sciencey terms Daryl, Beth, and Carol have for their particular zombie AIDs, but George, Buffy and I have a thing called Kellis-Amberlee. Basically what that means is that a filovirus is sitting in us, dormant, waiting for its chance to hip-check our brains out of control and make us start munching on neighbors and the neighbor's dogs and shit. There are a few ways for that to happen: we'll die, the disruption of our nervous system will cause the dormant virus to activate, or we'll come into contact with the live virus. The only way for that second option to happen is if George miraculously starts shedding eye goo, but since she's got zombie eyes that isn't happening. See her for details on Retinal KA. However, we'll also go into amplification--re: zombification--if we experience physical trauma.

In short, we're toxic and killing us, Daryl, Beth and Carol is a very bad idea. It's also a very bad idea to touch our blood or other bodily fluids at any time. All you need to become infected is by coming into contact with micron levels of our fluids that fit into a space smaller than this period .

Lastly, if we tell you to shoot us, you shoot us.

List of problems with this planet. Note: this is not an exhaustive list.

1. Can't find my spaceship. Can't find a replacement spaceship
2. No robots
3. No Sub-Etha Net. 'Internet' is boring and 2D
4. 'Computers' are practically stone age
5. Lots of humans are annoying
6. No way of getting to Islington
7. Can't find the Guide
8. Gravity's on all the time
9. The sun's still following me
10. No Fanallan rum or splagberry sauce



List of good things about this planet:

1. Coca-Cola
2. Other humans who aren't related to me even if they're weird
3. Thrashbarg's not here
4. It's technically my homeworld
5. A few potentially not-boring people
6. Getting to play with practically archaic programming languages
7. Chucking stuff at the barrier and watching it bounce
8. Planet is still here and not so much hyperspace dust
9. Potential to scare locals with space-time-probability and aliens talk
10. Having my own living space

I didn't exactly question it because I figured I was just dreaming. And the opportunity to take a shower was far too enticing and it was nice to actually sleep on a bed but I'm starting to think that this isn't a dream.

It feels like nothing was really explained or anything and I'm starting to freak out a little. As much as my sister is going to freak out when they find that I'm gone. And I'd kind of like to go back now.