Madison Valley Role Play

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.

Here's a thought. The children who are my age in this time were born in the year 2000. It's enough to make one feel dizzy. Even a Time Turner mishap couldn't account for all those years.

Shopping here is uncomfortably reminiscent of being shut up in a large warehouse inhabited by disagreeable and noisy creatures. I'm curious; is that a product of muggle society, or of the times?

[Filtered to Hogwarts witches and wizards]

One of you needs to at least attempt to make a Portkey.

What motivates you to do the things you do?

As there have been many new arrivals, I will address this to all of you, instead of contacting you separately.

My name is Marius Black, and I am the physician who has been in charge of the medical care of the vast majority of the refugees. For those of you who are comfortable with the idea, I would request that you stop by my office for a routine, baseline medical exam. This is not required in any way, but it would allow me to better care for you should you fall ill while you are here.

Secondly, I would like to warn any of you who have arrived from a significant time in the past that you may contract an illness rather like a severe respiratory infection in the next few days. While it will certainly be uncomfortable, it will not be fatal, and you may come by the clinic in order to receive drugs that may help alleviate the symptoms.

Also, if you have come from before the late 1970's, I would like you to come receive a series of vaccinations, including the vaccination for smallpox. It would not do to have an outbreak of any illness in so small and confined of a space.

If you have any questions, please do not hesitate to contact me in person, or via this device.

[Filtered to Hogwarts witches and wizards]

I am well aware that the vast majority of you deny my existence, but I should like to introduce myself to those of you who will allow me to exist.

My name is Marius Black, I am the younger brother of Pollux and Cassiopeia. If you haven't heard of me (as I assume you haven't), it is because I am, indeed, a squib. But I should like to introduce myself to you nonetheless, and I wish you good day.

I think that I should like to host a proper dinner party and hear the stories that you have from your times.

Hey, peeps!

My name is Darcy Lewis and I arrived in this fair town last night. Wasn't expecting to be here, but I like to make the most of things!

Where do I go to meet all the hot guys and gals? What do I need to know to have fun around here?

I am not going back to that school. They try to teach some of the most ridiculous things and when you try to point out the incorrect information, they threaten you with some kind of disciplinary action. Disciplinary action?! For speaking the truth?! I know the history of Louisiana and different witch trials a lot better than most people and she was wrong. That bitch should be very relieved that I kept my temper and left when she decided to send me to the damn principal.

I came home instead and I refuse to go back. Surely there are people that are willing to be tutors? Elijah? Klaus? I'm sure you could tutor me in anything I need to know like Marcel did?

People here certainly aren't very polite, especially the men, and especially the police officers.

I would only be 'truant' if I were supposed to be somewhere. So clearly I was not.

Can we stop with the family reunion already? It's not fun. If you thought it would bring tears to any of our eyes you're wrong.

[Filtered: James & Lily]
I need to tell you both something.

I can't imagine why we're all being pulled in here. It's full of muggles and Mudbloods and other inconsequential people.

Cassiopeia gave me a copy of the family tree. You aren't all my descendants really then, but Cygnus's. That makes it a tad less strange. The house is alright but I can't see why it's so difficult to acquire house-elves here; London is practically crawling with them.

I expect whoever did this will have their fun and then we'll all be home for Christmas.

(OOC: Arcturus fails at filters. Sorry, muggles! ;) )

Hello?

Hello? What is this wretched thing? Whoever is listening...

I never did believe all those stories about muggles stealing badly-behaved children. Whoever you are you had better send me home right now. I demand that you do, otherwise...

Well. You know who I am, don't you? What do you suppose I'll do to your muggle friends who tell preposterous stories?

So what or who is determining who gets to come here?

Because this is absolute bollocks.

Who turned our tea kettle into a Portkey?

And why did it bring me here, of all places?

The map didn't say anything about Port Keys. Or hallucinations. So did Salazar Slytherin make a chamber and Rowena hid Port Key Time Turners? I don't understand. I don't think I should say that, the Muggles said it was a network, so there will be other Muggles on it? Like the radios?

If I'm poisoned, none of you would be able to tell me, would you? Or if I were hallucinating?

I don't remember the tests for hallucinating.

I think I lost people.