Madison Valley Role Play

Right, so I think we should incorporate some sort of gift-exchange into Cuthbert and Roland's little party. Doesn't have to be anything big or fancy, just kind of one of those things where you draw names and spend maybe $10 on the other person.

What do you say? Maybe bring a little more Christmas spirit into the town.

When Wal-mart has to hire extra security at Christmas, something's wrong. And when that security ends up with a black eye and busted lip from getting an X-Box thrown at their head, something's really wrong.

Dammit, I should have broken both of their wrists.

A list in which Sirius compiles all the things he isn't allowed to do or say, episode 1.

1. Assume all gingers know how to cook.
2. Think of twins as bookends. Though I wouldn't mind being between them.
3. Serve fried snakes to Slytherins.
4. Leashes aren't fun for anyone.
5. No place is safe from vindictive teenagers.
6. I will never take myself siriusly.
7. Try to make potions. That was a bad idea.
8. Not steal James's glasses the first opportunity I get.
9. Make bets with 10 year old girls. I will always lose.
10. Use a magic 8 ball (do they still have those?) to make decisions for me.

Not sure about that last one though, it seems like a healthy life decision from this point.

Also, apparently Padfoot smells like a dog. Who knew? Jamie says he's not allowed on the sofa, but I think that's rubbish. It's there or the bed, git, take your pick.

If that fails, I've got a dog you might like. Anyone want to take him in? He's house trained so you don't have to worry about the mess.

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!

I have a job! I'll be working at That Book Place, over on Clifty? It seems like such a lovely little shop, and I start on Monday.

So I don't fucking get it.

Football's supposed to be all about fighting to protect your quarterback so he can score, or fighting to take out the other guy's, right?

So what the hell do they penalize you for unnecessary roughness for? Roughness isn't unnecessary if it's what you've gotta do to win.

So how am I supposed to deal with this?

Oh, hi, I'm dead, pass the bloody peas?

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 went to Radio Shack today. In person. There were other people there. One bumped into me, and I didn't even scream.

This is so an improvement. Before you know it, I'm going to be going out all the time.

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

Speaking of the money, it occurs to me to wonder:

Where is it coming from?

There's enough of us that it's tens of thousands of dollars, and this isn't a large town. Is it given to them by whomever brought us here (in which case I want a raise in my 'allowance', thanks) or is it from the actual town?

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! ;) )

I have a public service announcement:

If Georgia and Shaun Mason die by motorcycle, it's not my fault.

It's also not my fault if their inferi zombies happen.

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?

Flying Motorcycle Nearly Causes Accident December 4, 2013 Julia McGee MADISON - Residents along Lanier Drive were baffled today when a flying motorcycle avoided a collision with an oncoming vehicle. Adam Shelley, the driver of one of the vehicles, said he was driving northwest on Lanier Drive when the motorcycle came zooming up the wrong side of the road. "I swerved to avoid a head-on collision," Shelley said, "but it [the motorcyclist] was too close. I thought I was going to hit it for sure." According to eyewitnesses, before the motorcyclist could collide with Shelley, the bike simply launched into the air and zoomed away, fleeing the scene as Shelley's vehicle pulled off the road. "It was like magic," Said Michelle Grace, a resident who witnessed the incident. "It was the weirdest thing I've ever seen. I couldn't believe my eyes." No one was injured in the incident, but Madison Valley Police Department is urging anyone with information regarding a flying motorcycle to contact the department.

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.

When I said I wanted just a little break from changing nappies, this wasn't exactly what I meant.

Um, hello?

My name is Gwen Shepherd. I'm not entirely sure where I am or how I got here. I can't seem to reach my mum or my friend, Lesley, with this phone.

Has anyone heard of the Lodge of Count Saint-Germain? They should be able to help me get home.

And, um, this might sound crazy, but what year is it?

I have a public service announcement:

Let it be known that curtains are extremely useless. They are also extremely dangerous and everyone should avoid them at all costs. Ever.

They've got this nasty habit of killing things that fall into them.

Don't say I didn't tell you.

Who: Sirius Black & Open!
What: Arriving in Madison Valley
Where: Somewhere in the city
When: June 18th, 1996. Well, according to Sirius
Warnings | Status: Language, death | in progress

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