Madison Valley Role Play

I want to thank everyone who has been kind to me. I need some time to think about things that have happened recently, so I'm going to go away for a little while. Don't worry, I'm not going to do anything silly like hurt myself I can't for two weeks, anyway, but I just need some time.

Harry can track me if anyone really needs to find me.

WHO: Molly Carpenter and OPEN
WHAT: In the woods, playing with Winter powers
WHEN: Very early Monday morning
WHERE: The Park
STATUS: Open/Ongoing
WARNINGS: Likely talk of violence, talk of non-con

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I dislike being ill for two reasons.

One, I feel like death and it's annoying as I'm not actually dying, just bordering between that and life. Apparently it's reason enough for my host mother to fret over my condition, and I'd really rather she wouldn't.

Two, I have entirely too much time to think. So while my mind is ravished with fever induced dreams and my lungs fail to produce a full breath of air, I wonder about inflation. My financial situation isn't anything worth discussing if Sebastian were here he'd see, but the prices between 1888 and 2013 are ridiculous.

I'm going to run out of money That in mind, living with a host is tolerable to a degree.

I have come across a job of sorts, mayhap.

There's a...camp, called Louis Ernst, north of town a bit, where young boys - Scouts, they call them - learn skills important to a young man's life. After a bit of research, I inquired after a job placement there, and they've told me they could use a 'counselor' for the target shooting merit badge. They wish to see me shoot, but I am certain that will not dissuade them, say true.

Does anyone know of this organization? We've nothing like it in Gilead, except the gunslingers themselves.

[Filtered to Cuthbert]

I've finished the second book, so I have. Jake...comes back alive!

But I lose two fingers on my right hand, Cuthbert. Two fingers. On my right hand.