Madison Valley Role Play

I can't believe we're stuck here.

I mean. I can. We obviously are. But it sucks. Guess it's good I'm not one of the seven of the prophecy. Although. Maybe this is why I'm not.

I'm not the speaker Cuthbert is, say true, but I think I need to gather my words and say a piece in defense of us. It's proper confusing to me, but it seems that some of you think that Cuthbert and I see ourselves as above you, which is not the least bit true. Aye, we come from a place not the least bit like this, and I know we've said some things that you've not liked, say sorry. But all we want is to use the talents we were born and trained to in order to provide some degree of security that doesn't seem to be forthcoming from the local peacekeepers. To protect you, to follow the White, to provide aid and succor if necessary - not to rule ya, say true.

I know also that in the reckoning of this place, I'm but a boy. But at home, I'm a gunslinger, tried and tested, and have all the responsibilities and duties of a man. I don't look through my eyes as a boy does, and I haven't for some time. I know most of ya don't know what a gunslinger is, or what we do. And I don't expect ye to. You're not from Gilead, so's the shame, just as we're not from here. I do realize that this isn't Gilead, and that we can't expect things to work the same here as they did there. It's a hard bit to swallow, but I'm trying, and I'm sure Cuthbert is, too. But ya can't just dismiss our experiences because this isn't Gilead. Our experiences make us, so they do, and how we react to things here is going to be based on how our tutors and how our fathers taught us. To act in another way would be to forget the faces of our fathers.

Aye, I've likely said too much, so I have. Words don't come so easy to me as they do to Cuthbert. But I hope some of what I said speaks true to ya, and explains us just a bit more.

~Roland Deschain, son of Steven

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!

..What is this place?

The- the people? Committee? They were not very helpful. This is not France, is it?

I need to get off this planet.

Like, now.

I need my spaceship and I need my medkit and I need to get out of here. Seriously. Now.

When I said I would leave town, this isn't what I had in mind.

Am I alone here?

I've been thinking a lot over the past few days. Some things Georgia said really stuck with me and now after the violence at the theater I think-

I think I need to live by my principles more.

So I'm not going to let some stupid looter who thinks the only way to get what he wants is by hitting people scare me.

And I'm not going to let some corrupt government that won't respect people's rights scare me either.

That's not what Kenzo Yagai would do. That's not what my daddy would do. It's giving in, and that's not right. Not in my timeline when the anti-genemod people try to wreck things, and not in this one where anti-refugee people do the same thing.

So I'm going to pitch my stall where I want and I'm going to make all the money I need and I'm not going to let them scare me into hiding in a church for as long as I'm here. Because I deserve better than that.

Giving offerings to vagrant dead.

I'm not sure I hold with that. It only encourages them not to move on, say true.

So there are a lot of us here now.

And there's been a great deal of focus on our differences, the things we don't like about each other, the things we fear about each other and the council.

But what there hasn't been is much discussion about things we may have in common. Things we may have in common include missing people or things from back home. Here's my challenge to you: what do you miss most about home?

I miss my mother.

I took Georgia's advice and spent most of yesterday on the computer reading the networks back since people started arriving here in July. So I've got some sort of idea of what's going on here, at least vaguely. And I apologize to those of you I offended or frightened with my words - I didn't realize how terrible this place had been to those of you with supernatural inclinations. It makes sense you'd react the way you did.

So. Let me start over. I'm Karrin Murphy. I used to be an officer with the Chicago Police Department, in the Special Investigations department. We looked over crimes committed by supes, against supes, and so on. Those supes who obeyed the law - which I'd assume is most of them - were either allies of mine, or completely under my radar. I have nothing against law abiding citizens, whether they're supernatural or not. My problem is with those who break the law and hurt other. If you're not one of them, then my warning certainly doesn't apply to you.

Reading over everything, I was thinking that maybe we need some sort of, uh, sub-council? Something where people can reach a sort of consensus on what we want before Georgia, Lissa and Cesare take it to the City Council. I don't think we need elections; there just aren't enough of us to warrant that. But maybe...we should have something like Town Hall meetings? Where everyone can just show up and tell Georgia what we think? Maybe it'll take some pressure off of her. I'm not a politician, so someone else is welcome to come up with details, but anything we can do to make our reps' job's easier would be good.

Just an idea. I'm open for suggestions, etc.

[Georgia]

I'm sorry, I was a bitch yesterday. I didn't have any idea what had gone on here.

I have an important announcement to make!

Coke is better than Pepsi. I've consumed enough of both now to know for sure.

Probably a bad idea, though. The computers at home probably can't handle creating it. My father told me the story of how he very nearly broke one of them trying to get Earth tea.

I'd try Earth tea here, but when I looked there were so many different kinds and I have no idea which one he meant.

WHO: Karrin Murphy and OPEN
WHAT: Exploring
WHERE: The Library
WHEN: Thursday morning
WARNINGS: Spoilers to Cold Days, TBD
STATUS: Open/Ongoing

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The more I talk to some of these people or read what they're saying on the network, the more I'm glad that I keep abstaining from their organizational progress.

I'm so damned tired of bigotry.

Let's have a discussion.

Roland seems to have touched a nerve, so I'm officially asking everyone here:

1.) Do you feel unsafe? If so, who/what group are you worried about?
2.) If you do, why? Please mention whether or not this feeling is colored by previous experiences in your own timelines.
3.) What are some ideas you have for alleviating this problem, that you think could be implemented? We all have ideal solutions, but let's focus on pragmatics.

If you don't feel comfortable addressing some of these questions publically, feel free to either tell me privately in some way or say you don't feel comfortable. It's fine, but if you don't say anything at all, even to abstain from answering, we can't know your thoughts and consider them.

In terms of ideas, so far there's been Roland's suggestion of a protective force (which I object to, but I'm one vote). I'd also like to suggest the idea of escorting people, or setting up checks of some sort within the community for those who are interested.

As an ex-police officer, I'd like to say that despite my words of a few days ago, we should do our best to follow the laws as they're written. If we have problems with what's going on, then we should go about changing these laws in the way the political system offers - through our representatives, such as Miss Mason.

I'm not supporting any sort of vigilante action. This is a strange place, and a strange set of circumstances, but it's still America, and I still believe in the political system here. Let's let it do what it's supposed to do.

As has been said, if we try to create some sort of armed force, we're only going to end up scaring people in governance, which isn't going to get us anywhere.

[Georgia]

You want to get a drink? I could use one.

Cry your pardon, but who are the peacekeepers here? I'm of a mind that we should have someone to protect us from the council's doings, as they seem to have strayed far from the path of the White, say true.

I reckon most here don't trust the local police, aye?

I'd not put myself forward unless asked, so I wouldn't, but something, I think, should be done, something that can be agreed on by all.

How about some snow?

I just LOVE when new people suddenly show up here and make generalized threats toward the supernatural population, most of whom they don't even know and haven't caused trouble, and assume that all the humans here are perfectly innocent and incapable of just as much damage.

[Filtered to Harry Dresden]

I'd like to talk to you.

[Filtered to Elodin]

Are you still offering classes, Master Elodin?

[/UNFILTERED]

I will soon be eighteen or perhaps nineteen, it's hard to tell. Does that mean that I'll no longer be required to go to 'high school'? It's rather ridiculous, as I'm already in University at home.

I wish to clarify that I don't actually consider dying here to be a solution to any of the problems we face. I'd so hate for anyone to take seriously what I said in a rather fevered state.

To those concerned: I'm feeling a little better today. I still haven't witnessed any torture or other reprehensible behavior at the clinic, although I took the necessary steps to ensure I wouldn't be a victim in any case and I did manage to stay lucid enough that I haven't got any gaps this time.

I'm hoping to return home by midweek, and visitors will be welcome from then onward; please do telephone ahead

Who: Anna, Caroline and Elena
What: Reuniting! Or...uniting, from Caroline's perspective.
Where: Outside the apartments.
When: Sunday afternoon.
Rating: Low, probably.
Status: Ongoing/Incomplete.

( Under here. )

I'm not a fan of getting gifts from people I don't know. Technically, I don't even like it sometimes from people I do know. It can feel like you're being bought off for whatever reason and a pretty new phone, one thousand dollars and some shiny new apartment definitely goes into that category,

You can try to pretty up a kidnapping all you want but it's still a kidnapping. Which, sorry but I so met my quota on that already for this year.

Someone point me In the direction of Virginia and we'll just forget this ever happened.

Has anyone seen my spaceship? It's a silver RW6, the very newest model I stole it from I hope nobody's borrowed it for research.

Also, does this planet have a single computer terminal?

Don't get me wrong. It's great to see other humans. Really. And this is - bloody hell, this is Earth, isn't it, I'd just expected it to be a little less boring. Maybe I'm in the wrong place? How far away is Islington?

The city has got some unfair ideas of what a man's to do with himself. Find work, aye I'd find work if there's any to be had. Though skills such as mine aren't all that relative to the times and place. I'd wager there's not much in the way of tanners or stone quarries.

How's a man to find work?

That lady who only just arrived, Rose? She said that she was shot. That she died. So did Jeremy Gilbert, before he arrived here.

We're not all dead, that wouldn't make sense, but I do wonder. Do you suppose it works the other way? If someone died here, would they disappear and end up back home as if nothing had happened?

Okay, I've seen a lot of weird in my life, but this is- beyond weird. And I'm still not convinced that I'm not dead. But if I actually believed in an afterlife or any of that, this is really NOT what I would have pictured.

Anyway, hi, I'm Rose. Nice to meet you all?

Humor my strange question a moment, won't ya?

The great machines that run on rails called trains, can anyone who has them in their world tell me - do they talk, like living folk?

Harry's right, you know. I'm a dangerous girl.

And you should probably keep your distance, because I'm capable of terrible things.

So, congratulations to those of you who got elected. But as this is not a popularity contest or a beauty contest, your work's hardly over. We need to decide what it is you're actually going to do with your new power now, and it would be quite nice if those who elected you had some say in it.

A lot of people seem to be getting sick around here.

What the hell is this shit?

Are there any of you refugees that are vampires? I ask not to pry, but because... I need some assistance in a delicate matter.

What the hell? Where am I?

And where's John?

They're discussing who and what issues should be represented or taken before this stupid council.

Maybe I'm a little jaded from being here, but I find it quite interesting that not a one of them has mentioned defending or asking any vampires if we have concerns. Magic users, weapons users, children, yes. Vampires, not that I've seen.

You know what? If they don't like me using magic, they can damn well come and get me.

Let's see how that goes.

I can't say I particularly mind the cold.

There is a store here that has many, many mangoes. You need only go inside, choose the ones you like, and purchase them, just like at the market in Tirion. Only, when I asked how long they would have them, they told me that they carry them all year round.

What sorcery is this? How is such a thing possible?

It must be the hand of Eru himself.

I have never heard so many churchbells.

How is a girl supposed to sleep through that?

Who is this Robert Browning fellow and why does he suppose he knows anything about anything especially the Tower and he's the one who lies in every word, so it is.

Didn't I say that I hate   carry-over     lies    bad poetry? I'll not put up with it.

There seem to be a lot of new arrivals the last couple of days. If you haven't been warned about the council, this is your warning. They don't like people who are different. If you're a magic user, or a vampire, or an incubus, or a werewolf, or anything not totally human, avoid them if you can.

So, this is what a hallucination looks like.

...

I don't feel very well.

Will nobody point me in the direction of Rome? I must find someone who knows who I am. I have items that I can trade. I was given a strange metal tablet that hinges in the middle, with a mirror on one half and letters on the other. They made it glow when they gave it to me. I was also given an intelligent "phone," but I will keep it for myself as it is quite lovely and makes charming sounds.

Will anyone read this? They said it would help. I would appreciate any kindness you might grant me.

Who: Anna and Jeremy Gilbert
What: Taking a night time walk and catching up.
Where: Near their hideout.
When: Thursday night.
Rating: Low probably.
Status: Closed/Ongoing.

( My heart has four empty rooms/Three wait for lightning and one waits for you. )

So apparently with the river so close, it's not hard at all to sell good hooks and fishing equipment. I'll never get rich off of it, but if it's enough to buy food with, well, it's better than nothing. A little honest work feels good, anyway. So if anyone needs something? Hit me up.

[Filtered against Annie]

Also, this place...I'm not sure I want to leave. Annie's safe here. There's no Capitol after us, no one trying to kill us. There's no war. No living underground in bombed-out thirteen. No hiding from the sunshine.

And...I found books about us in the stores. Annie doesn't know they exist, so please, nobody tell her. I don't want her to know what happens, or more to the point, how it happens. It made me sick when I read it, that I died that way. Decapitation, really? I'm not afraid to die, but I'm so worried about Annie. Please, don't let her read that. And don't tell her about it.

But...I guess as long as we stay here, we're safe from that. Annie can get better here, she can be happy. She can maybe become less afraid. And I'll take care of her, which is all I want to do for the rest of my life. Maybe this is a gift, rather than any sort of kidnapping or terrible curse. I don't know.

I want a drink, but I think that's a really bad idea.

Oh, right. And...while I'm talking to everyone. What's magic? What's God? I've never heard of these things before.

MY SISTER IS GONE!

What have you people done to her?

Have any of you seen Caroline or Lydia? They went out earlier and haven't come back and I've searched everywhere. Twice.

WHO: Thomas Raith and OPEN
WHAT: Attracting attention - hey, he's a Raith.
WHEN: Saturday afternoon
WHERE: The Farmer's Market
WARNINGS: TBD
STATUS: Open/Ongoing

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Right, so. Work. I need to do it, obviously. But my skills basically include fishing, boating and killing people. Any tips would be appreciated.

Right. Apparently to be employed, I need to surrender a blood sample? Or at least, perhaps make those responsible believe I've surrendered a blood sample That's all well and good, but I imagine there isn't a very large demand for a Genetics specialists with additional PhDs in Biophysics and Psychology, now is there?

Who: Shaun Mason & Open
What: Poking cows with sticks.
Where: Outside.
When: During the day, 9/4
Warnings | Status: Zombie talk | in progress

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