Madison Valley Role Play

WHO Amberle & Clint
WHAT Target Practice
WHEN Saturday afternoon
WHERE Farm House; backyard (so y'all at the farm house can see if you want!)
WARNINGS tbd, probably low
STATUS Closed | Incomplete

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I got bored while shooting at the raccoons getting into the compost when this popped into my head. I want to share it with all of you.

To the tune of this delightful earworm...

Coulson and the pussycats!
AKs and ninja masks!
Batons and cars with flats!
Coulson's SHIELD pussycaaaaaats!

[Nat]
After he, Morse and May kill me I want my tombstone to read "He never missed".

So Malia remembers. And I don't know what she remembers but I wish she didn't.

Who: Kate Bishop and Clint Barton
Where: The Farm House
What: Proving they do not have an online stalker relationship. Or meeting in person.
When: Saturday - Early Afternoon
Warnings: Probably none. Is Clint a warning?
Status: Closed/In-Progress!

( Her bow in hand, a handful of arrows in a quiver on her back, and a plate of store-bought cookies in her other hand, Kate was ready to make this meeting happen. )

Who: Everyone
What: Bonfire
Where: Riverfront Park
When: Saturday after sundown
Warnings: TBD - message me if I need to update this/lock the post
Status: Party Post!

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Y'know. Instead of focusing on chubby cupids, sappy poems and chocolate, I've decided to focus on Mardi Gras. Boobs, beads and beer. Much better plan.

I know there are a lot of different people that do training around here. But I am interested in seeing what people can do myself.

I'm not necessarily offering to train anyone right now, I mostly want to learn.

Extra, Extra, students are inconsiderate jerks. Like that's news.

Me being a terrible roommate means Stuart can go live with his sexy girlfriend. K-Mart do us a solid and give him a room.

I have a feeling Zatanna being bored might be a bad thing. But hey as long as it's bored with fishnet tights who cares?

Only one word will do for this. KRAKADOOM!. Hairdos were ruined, people and pets were scared and there was tsking all the way around.

Ladies and gentlemen take my advice Pull down your pants and slide on the ice. But please wear shoes with traction.

I would suggest putting together a cool squad of people with mechanical wings myself

She's scary someone go let her beat you up so she gets it out of her system okay?

Hawkeye was spanked by Thor. There's more than a few slash shippers sighing with hearts in their eyes right now.

Oh yes they call him the Streak look at that look at that. CLINT YOU PUT YOUR CLOTHES ON!

And bring on the lesbians



New Arrivals

Oooh she's a lady. Lady Fiona makes her appearance.

There was a horse causing a traffic jam. Probably a new person.

Another new law enforcement person Detective Inspector Jack Robinson.

The usual not sure if it's a dream or not Danny Reagan.

Someone believes in making friends. Nico di Angelo.

Just for the record don't make me forget coffee or oreos Merlin.

The Lavender archer has a mini me. Kate Bishop.

Departures
Tom McNair
Neville Longbottom
Thea Queen
Annie Sawyer

Beers? Wilson and I will buy.

All right, it's time for me to find a job. Anyone got a suggestion for something suitable for a former Air Force Pararescue turned social worker working with soldiers suffering from PTSD turned superhero?

Who: Steve Rogers and Clint Barton
What: Superfriends
When: Monday evening
Where: The Farm
Warnings: TBD
Status: Closed/On-Going

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I haven't ever been away from my family on New Years. Working, sure. But never like this. Never by choice, and certainly not like this.

I missed Sunday dinner last night, too. I don't know if this is a dream, a nightmare, or some mucked up reality, but I don't like it. I'd like to go home to my wife and kids now, thanks.

Where are my clothes?

Where am I?

Why does my butt hurt?

Not going to ask about the mysterious lipstick marks.

Who let a T-Rex run me down and stomp on my head?

Who: Anyone and everyone
What: NYE Party
Where: The farmhouse
When: Saturday night
Warnings: Poke me if this needs updated!
Status: Open/Party Post (posted early for your last minute December points)

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Who: Anyone/Everyone
What: New Year's Eve party
Where: Community Center
When: Saturday night
Warnings: Streaking, let us know if there is anything else!
Status: Party Post! (posted early so you can get those last minute December points)

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I literally got socks for Christmas. Socks. Soft socks with bullseyes on them but SOCKS.

[Pepper]
You're a peach.

[Text to Clint]

Wine's breathing. Come by.

So for those who know myself and Bruce, I believe it would be appropriate to let you know that he proposed to me this morning and I, of course, said yes.

I never imagined I would become engaged but I can't seem to stop smiling now that I am.

I hope everybody has had a wonderful day.


[ooc: Nat would have let Clint, Steve and Bucky know the news before this post]

So in honor of my very special Avenger's badge this is a special issue of the town gossip report. Starring one Clint Barton in his own special solo addition.

(I apologize now for anyone else's name I take in vain in this, other parties named probably really really didn't actually had zero to do with any of these reports.)

Did you know that Clint Barton created the wet t-shirt contest? He was testing a water exploding arrows in case of fire monsters...only to find out they had a great side effect when used on a crowd.

Clint Barton ate all the Christmas cookies and when caught on tape blamed it on shape shifting aliens. Sadly the alien theory didn't explain the green and red sprinkles in his bed. No one wants to know the real reason there were that many sprinkles in bed.

Nothing can keep Clint Barton away from his beer. One time Thor put his hammer in front of the fridge to keep Clint out but it backfired when he got the Hulk to open the fridge through the side. The beer wasn't worth it. Next time get something better than Coors Light.

We suspect that when it comes down to it Clint Barton's last words will either be 'oops', 'watch this', or 'oh shit'.

You know that a mission went wrong when Clint Barton calls in and all he says is 'heh heh heh, sorry there was tequila'. Still better than the time he left three messages, one was two minutes of him laughing, the second was singing Feliz Navidad, the third was a long silence followed by oops. Make up your own story to go with it.

One time Clint Barton wrote a paper on why Santa Claus would beat the Easter Bunny in a fight. it had footnotes and everything.

What kind of tie does Clint Barton wear? A BOW TIE! bah dum dum.

The best mission ever with Natasha and Clint Barton, they got caught, he pretended he was deaf, she pretended she didn't speak English, and she did sign language for him making it all up as they went. I want to see them pretend to be deaf and blind next time, she tells him where to shoot and he interprets the sign language.

Random useless Lavender hood arrows:
The skittles arrow
The thumbdrive arrow
The boomerang arrow...because really? It comes back to you?
The suction tip arrow...really? So you stuck the arrow to a perfectly flat and clean piece of glass...now what?

Greetings, Madison Valley inhabitants! It seems I've been abducted to live alongside you, and to experience this odd imprisonment. I will do all in my power to make it a pleasant one, and to aid those of us who wish to leave do so, as soon as possible.

I like this place!

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Oh, I have been told, also, that some of my comrades are here.

Darcy? The Captain? Son of Coul?

Doctor Banner? Widow? Archer?

Bucky Who is the Captain's Friend?



(ooc: All answers will come after a delay.)

[Filtered to the MCU Folks]

Has anyone seen Loki? He's supposed to be dead but [EDIT] As a ghost!

[Jane | Darcy]

So, I'm looking after this kid now. Lindsay. She got placed with a family in town and I told her she could stay with me. Did I tell you that already? I feel like I might have, but I've been buried in work trying to figure out the ghost thing. Or at least, the rhyme and reason to it.

[Jane | Ty]

Do you and Axl want to come for Christmas?

Who: Stiles Stilinski and Clint Barton
What: The morning after badness of a night of bad
When: Saturday morning...well close to noon
Where: The farmhouse
Warnings: hangover and it's Stiles so TBD
Status: closed/in progress

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I guess I went home for a little while. It wasn't a dream? Or being back here isn't?

I'll just say it was an eventful trip home and leave it at that for now.

Everyone still here? Pietro? Please still be here.

If I had a shiny Avengers badge in hand this entire edition would be dedicated to a certain purple loving archer guy but Robin Hood didn't pull through so you're stuck with generic gossip again this week.

Someone's telling this lady to try thing and see what feels good. This is your brain, this is your brain on drugs...just don't do it.

I don't actually suggest you go sit on the big guy's lap unless you want a restraining order and a sex offender badge. Keep that at home you naughty people.

I don't care how tempting it is. Just don't tell him.

Who can walk with the animals, talk with the animals, dress up and humiliate the animals? I mean what respectable dog wants to hang out with guys in santa hats? Of course if you make the dog wear little santa hats I'm on board.

One vote for the miracle of central heating here. I still call running water as the coolest.

Why is no one disturbed about the casual need to wash blood out of a hoodie?

Don't miss the party of the season. No one throws a better party than Lydia.

Someone is feeling nostalgic. Quick lay down until the feeling passes. Or drink more. Something like that.

Wait! Models? I'm all about watching that. Bring on the fashion and the half dressed women.

Jingle Bells Bat...wait probably shouldn't use that one. Anyway ugly sweater Hanukkah/Christmas party ahoy.

New arrivals to town:
There seems to be morepointy ears showing up here than at a Star Trek convention. Meet Tauriel, Elf lady.

His name is Jason Grace and he's confused. Pretty much par for the course.

Sam Wilson is new here too...and don't buy that thing about the alien overlords everyone knows it's a crazy government experiment.

And for John Mitchell a handy resource. Currency calculator

Another new arrival who thinks there might be drugs involved. Lindsay Weir

Heeeeeere's Nora

Snow White here seems to know Nora. Okay so it's Weiss Schnee. same thing.

Meet the newest arrival to the Dinglenob colony, Luna Lovegood

No Eretria it's not Heaven. not Hell either btw.

Who's letting ghosts in? Annie Sawyer. Seems legit.

And I like her hat. Meet Phryne Fisher.

And the less fun portion of the gossip, those who've left:
Abby Temple

It seems I am not meant to be happy in this town.

For those who knew her Alex has gone.



[ooc: This was posted on Monday - I am currently suffering from non-brain thanks to illness]

[Steve Rogers]

[Sam Wilson]

[Steve Rogers]

[Coulson]

[Hill]

oh dear god no

[Banner]

yeah right

[Nat]

I slept with Pepper. So that's a thing that happened. Don't tell Rogers. Or Phil. Or Pepper that I told you.

Uh... can anyone explain to me what the hell is going on here?

Who: Clint & Wanda
What: Wanda is not Clint’s mom
When: Tuesday
Where: The farmhouse
Warnings: TBD
Status: Closed/incomplete

( You know what this place needs? )

WHO: Pietro and Clint
WHAT: Hanging out
WHEN: Sunday
WHERE: The farm
WARNINGS: TBC will update if needed
STATUS: Closed | Incomplete

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I found this little piece of holiday cheer while I was bored. I wanted to share it with all of you here in this habitrail. But I especially wanted to dedicate it to some very special people. Phil, Nat, Melinda: This one's for you!

Gossip of the week? OMG!? I heard it through the grapevine? Loose lips?

Yeah still can't come up with a good name for this thing.

The whole town seems to be on on some sort of drugs. I mean raccoons stealing your food to wash it? Geometric shapes? What's next dreaming about being fed by a bird stuffing a worm down your throat?

This just in someone has more time on their hands than I do. Oh the humanity, make it stop!

People come and go and it sucks that it's all outside anyone's control. This is all.

Warning. There may be an outbreak of gothic Christmas decorations which actually could look pretty cool. I say go for it.

I can't actually report on this on pain of ugly things happening to me but go say a belated birthday to a beautiful lady.

Someone is doing some FABULOUS decorating. Gotta love a color scheme.

Um...I might actually have to go excuse myself after reading this history lesson.

Someone was here long enough to have a baby. Good thing that sort of thing only happens to folks like him in bad fan fic.

Go pick a side in the great tree debate of 2016

New gelato, there's an incredibly perky red head looking for you to come taste her dessert...and not in a bad like that sounds way. Seriously, go buy things.

And apparently someone takes tree hugging to a whole new level.

New arrivals to town:
Looks like someone is back that was here before but once again without remembering. meet Tom

I know we have others but I haven't gotten names or anything yet so stay tuned.

And the less fun portion of the gossip, those who've left:
Tom Branson
John Jaqobis
Jessica Jones

If you have any parties coming up that you want to put out blanket invites to let me know, or you can send me gossipy tidbits for things I don't know. Which isn't a lot I'll warn you now.

Hard to believe this year is almost over.

Time flies, I guess. I've already been here nine months.

So I was talking to someone who might happen to be a big green rage monster some of the time at one point and this thing came up about posting up the local gossip so everyone can keep up. I was bored, there was the opportunity for being nosy and possibly using highlighters so here you go: Madison Valley Gossip.

I am going to have to come up with another name that's a little too Sweet Valley High for me.

Verdant had another of its famous open mic nights last Friday. There were a lot of performers and at least one obnoxious groper of women at the bar. Said groper has since apologized but I'm not thinking the lady's husband or her roommates are going to forgive very quickly.

Meanwhile be on the lookout for a small, pouty and kind of sulky girl with multi colored hair. My theory is she's pissed off she can't throw a tree into space anymore,

Also be on the lookout for werewolves on drugs giving out unwanted hugs. Also look out for the certain people who like to take pictures.

New arrivals to town:
- Lissa Dragomir who many of us have met before but she doesn't remember us this go around.
- Constable George Crabtree of the Toronto Constabulary He looks like a bundle of fun, make sure to say hello to him.
- Duncan MacLeod of the clan MacLeod...he knows Methos the old as dirt immortal guy. Say no more.
- America, also known as Alfred Not sure what to think of this guy yet but he has some serious decorating issues,
- Ariadne who has some friends with serious issues.
- Misaka Yata who looke straight out of half of the anime I used to watch and apparently is kind of good on a board.

And the less fun portion of the gossip, those who've left:
Lincoln
Cameron Kline
Xander Harris
Rose Hathaway
Dimitri Belikov


If you have any parties coming up that you want to put out blanket invites to let me know, they'll be in the next installment of Gossip by Stiles. Or whatever the hell I end up calling this.

So hangover gone or still lingering?

Who: Natasha and Clint
When: Thanksgiving Evening
Where: Clint's hideout
What: Checking on the sad bestie
Rating/Warnings: TBC
Status: Closed/Ongoing


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Who: Clint Barton & OPEN Abby Maitland
What: The Hawk has a Different Nest
When: Thanksgiving
Where: Lou’s
Warnings: TBD
Status: OPEN/incomplete

( He didn’t drink often. )

I've already started prep for Thursday's dinner. I have no idea how many people we're actually expecting, but I'm planning to feed around 50.

This close to the season, I'm always reminded of raiding back home, all I'm grateful for is that workers here are compensated.

To those working the holiday hours...may the gods give you strength, and if you can, bring a shield. I wish I was exaggerating.

Should I get something for this fowl feast?

[Wanda]

I might disappear for a bit during all this. Don't release the hounds.

Perhaps this is a silly question, but Christmas is still at the end of December, is it not? Even Advent has not yet begun, but it seems some shops have already begun to decorate for the holiday - Or so they say, though many of these decorations seem... Well. Strange.

Ah, but I suppose it should come as no surprise that many things have changed in nearly two and a half centuries...

Who: Clint Barton and OPEN
What: A bored assassin has a bunch of rocks…
When: Sunday
Where: The Park
Warnings: TBD
Status: Open/incomplete

( The squirrel had it coming. )

So, who thinks I'd look adorable in Carharts?

Answer carefully.

Y'know? Ever since Halloween I've had the Itsy Bitsy Spider going through my head. Can't explain it.

[Barnes]
TELL me you got video!

[Coulson]
Congratulations on being the only one I couldn't find. Bastard.

[Wanda]
How you doing?

[Clint signed out the best compound bow from work then went shopping. Blunt point arrows: check. Face paint: check. Dental floss: check. Rubber spiders: check. A half hour of prep then he waited for full dark before heading out to put his plan into action.

He had his targets planned out in order of location. He wanted to get from one to the next without any apparent pattern. He knew they'd contact each other after the first few, peg him as the culprit so he had a full schedule and plan of attack.

Starting at full dark and continuing until everyone he's targeted has gone to bed Clint shoots arrows into strategic directions guaranteed to make the rubber spider have the best impact...sometimes with faces. Players' choice. Some people...like Steve and Nat...gets targeted multiple times throughout the night.

Targets are: MCU people (and having babies does not preclude them), ALL Rogers facetwins, absolutely everyone in the farm house and its extensions, basically if he met and likes you you're spider prank targets. If you do not want your character to be targeted let me know!]

Happy Halloween!

Who: Clint and Bucky
What: Strange drinking partners
When: Sunday evening
Where: Lou’s
Warnings: TBD
Status: Closed/incomplete

( Nothing good happens in Bucharest. )

This SUCKS. I'm weak and human and I think there's something wrong with me.

Like really really wrong.

I might have magic.

[Public]

Well, Steve and I are going to save a lot on groceries for however long this lasts.

[Private: Kara Danvers | Bucky]

Anything weird happening to you?

Everyone's all freaked out. What's up?

[Morse]

I see you.

I am now a really real employee at the Madison Valley Shooting Range. This will be fun!

On one hand making a budget for Halloween fun at Verdant was fairly easy and all the plans make it sound like a great time. if you're into that sort of thing

On the other...boredom is hitting hard. Any of the scientists already established here willing to help me make some equipment? It will take me a while to build up funds for my own facilities to work on things.