Madison Valley Role Play

[The writings of Shaun Mason, unpublished]
No one has the right to ask this of her. No one.

Stop hurting my sister.

[Filtered to the Over 18 Crowd, Jeez.]

Alright, girls. Georgia tells me that our variety in sex toys leaves much to be desired here. So, I'm going to be making a line of my own. And trust me, they'll be good. So if you'd be interested, just send me a message here (private if you're shy), and I'll get you taken care of.

Also, since Georgia reminded me, I'll just put it out there for everyone. Don't sleep with us. There's at least a decent chance you'll turn into a zombie if you do. We're all infected, even though it's dormant. That's me, Georgia, Shaun, Daryl, Carol and Beth. No matter how hot we are (and we are), keep it in your pants.

That said, computers are fun. Who wants to see me naked?

Shaun:

Buffy and Random get along.

We are so screwed.

Added:

Dresden:

I want to hire you for something.

I dunno about you guys, but it makes me feel like we're at home with all these potential zombies hanging around suddenly. Oh, right, except for the shitty tech, the death traps, and cows.

But, you know. Zombies. There's no place like home.

Can't say I saw this coming.

The buildings here are just not tall enough.

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So I guess the afterlife is like...pre-rising Indiana?

I'm afraid to ask...exactly which one this is.

I've been learning what I can about this place.

It's not like Panem. Although-

There are kids with magic here. The Capitol would have loved that, having kids with magic to put in the Games. Entertaining, right?

Oh my... this is almost too amazing to be real.

So...I guess it wasn't just a very strange dream last time.

Shaun:

I'm guessing 'you're possibly really dead and have been cloned and dropped here by a technologically advanced society' isn't something we should include in the welcome packets.

You feeling better?

Is it still the custom for muggles to set off fireworks at all hours of the night, then?

[The writings of Shaun Mason, unpublished]
George has always been easy to convince to do stupid shit. We were fifteen and I wanted to get some Chinatown fireworks and George was convinced it wouldn't be worth our time and I'd just do something stupid with them, like poke my eyes out.

"No I won't," I said. "I know what I'm doing."

I talked her into getting some anyway and we're having a grand old time, I'm about to rub it in George's face that it was the best idea I'd had in two days, when sure enough we're lighting them off, then- Bam! Straight into my left eye. It wasn't my favorite thing ever. Let me tell you, if you've never been hit in the eye by a firecracker you've never felt actual pain. I remember George laughing for about two seconds until she realized I wasn't. She didn't start laughing again until after we got back from the doctors. Bitch.

On the plus side, I got to wear a bandage for a while and that annoyed George because I kept pretending to be a pirate.

I'm not blind like George is, not even close. I have retinal scarring in that eye and it confuses every retinal scanner on the planet, which is hilarious. George's eyes are weird, but they're standard weird. Mine are just confusing.

If anyone really wanted to make a fortune in this town they'd train as a psychotherapist.

Just saying.

I read back a bit that somebody posted a few weeks back about what the things are that we miss here the most.

I was thinking, it being November, and the month of Thanksgiving and all, that maybe we should tweak that a little, and think instead about the things here that we're most grateful for. There's got to be something we like about this place, no matter how little it is? A person we have here that we don't have back home. Something we don't have to face here...something that just brightens our day a little.

It's not been easy for any of us, being pulled out of our homes and brought to this place, but maybe by thinking of something good that's happened to us since we've been here, we can kind of pull together? Or maybe that's just sunny Summer thinking.

Anyway.

I'm grateful for Lily, and I love Hinkleburgers.

WHO: Karrin Murphy and Shaun Mason
WHAT: Looking at bikes, and going shooting
WHEN: Saturday morning
WHERE: Suzuki Dealership
WARNINGS: TBD
STATUS: Ongoing/Match-up!

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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 does a vampire dress up as for Halloween? These human traditions are strange.

By the way, the police were mostly helpful when I went to them. I'm not sure they really believed the extent of my injuries, since I don't have any sign of being injured anymore, but they said they'd look into it. I guess the thing is now to see whether or not they actually do or if they just brush it under the table.

Hello audience and fair-weather friends!

I don't actually like repeating myself. I only do it to annoy George and even then it loses its appeal when she reduces herself to eye rolling and physical abuse (don't you worry, I hit back). That said, there's a whole bunch of new people popping up--hello welcome to small town insanity I've got first class tickets on the crazytrain heading to crazytown--and there's some minor details I wanna air out for you. Mostly because it's easier this way and it'll save my sister a whole lot of effort explaining to you new comers.

George, myself, Daryl, Beth, Carol and Buffy are what amounts to walking corpses. Pretty neat, huh? Don't suck all the fun out of it though by making it more complicated than it actually is.

We're future zombies. All six of us. We're talking flesh eating undead that when you shoot us the first time we're going to get back up and require you to shoot us a second, third, and if you really suck at aiming, a fourth time before we stop moving. So the general advice is don't kill the walking biological weapons because it's going to end badly for everyone.

I don't know the sciencey terms Daryl, Beth, and Carol have for their particular zombie AIDs, but George, Buffy and I have a thing called Kellis-Amberlee. Basically what that means is that a filovirus is sitting in us, dormant, waiting for its chance to hip-check our brains out of control and make us start munching on neighbors and the neighbor's dogs and shit. There are a few ways for that to happen: we'll die, the disruption of our nervous system will cause the dormant virus to activate, or we'll come into contact with the live virus. The only way for that second option to happen is if George miraculously starts shedding eye goo, but since she's got zombie eyes that isn't happening. See her for details on Retinal KA. However, we'll also go into amplification--re: zombification--if we experience physical trauma.

In short, we're toxic and killing us, Daryl, Beth and Carol is a very bad idea. It's also a very bad idea to touch our blood or other bodily fluids at any time. All you need to become infected is by coming into contact with micron levels of our fluids that fit into a space smaller than this period .

Lastly, if we tell you to shoot us, you shoot us.

...Okay where exactly am I?

[Filtered; Fix]
Hey bud. How's it hanging?

It's too damn sunny. Also, why couldn't we have been stuck somewhere interesting?

Shaun:

I don't want to deal with today. Where are my big meds?

Random:

Hey, could I talk to you about some things at some point?

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.

So, we've gotta pay for stuff here, then. But we can't get any decent jobs if we don't give 'em our blood. Which, as Georgia and Shaun have already said, would be a damned stupid idea. My blood's better stayin' just where it is.

So what the hell are we supposed to do? I don't need much, but unless ya want me shooting rabbits and squirrels in the park, I'm gonna need something.

[Filtered to Cuthbert]

I ain't against helpin' to defend the people here. But I ain't doing anything that everyone doesn't agree with. Seen too much of that sort of stuff go to hell in a handbasket.

[Filtered to Georgia and Shaun]

That Cuthbert kid's tryin' to get me on his side.

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.

[The writings of Shaun Mason, unpublished]
George is really good at her job. We started at the bottom and worked our way up, before we jumped to the presidential campaign and skipped the unnecessary middle parts of our profession. She's really good at her job and she takes it seriously. She built her reputation on being honest, open and full of integrity.

You never question Georgia Mason's integrity. Because if there's one thing that holds, it's exactly that. Her integrity.

It bothers me when people question it. You'd slander her because you don't have anything else worth listening to. You question it to cast doubt, but there's no foundation on anything you say. Because she's always been honest; with herself, with her audience, the people and me.

I don't like what this responsibility is doing to Georgia. It's the same crap that happens with every president and elected official in the history of elections. You get hired on to do a job and when you do your job, people hate you for it. When you fail at doing your job, people hate you for it.

They're going to hate her for doing the job they wanted her to do because she does it too well, and it's hurting her. She's been honest and full of integrity, but the moment she stops serving everyone's purposes or doesn't do what they want they're going to throw her to the dirt and stomp on her.

Fuck I hate this.

I love you, George.

If I haven't got your door reinforced, and you want me to, drop me a line. Otherwise, I've got everything Walker-proofed as well as I can figure out. Don't fuck with the spikes or take the reinforcements off your doors unless you want someone to eat your face.

I'd recommend that everyone here refuse to give blood samples. It's your constitutional right not to - if that's not unlawful search and seizure, I'm not sure what is. And even though you're not all technically citizens, there are international laws about stuff like that too. You guys have rights. They have no reason to suspect any of you for a crime, and if they do, they can go about it the way everyone else has to, dammit.

Also, I know there are a lot of supernatural creatures here. I don't need to know who you are or what you can do, I really couldn't care less. As long as you don't hurt anybody, and keep your asses off my radar, I won't have any reason to haul you in.

Break the law, and I'll be on your ass like white on sugar. Got it?

List of problems with this planet. Note: this is not an exhaustive list.

1. Can't find my spaceship. Can't find a replacement spaceship
2. No robots
3. No Sub-Etha Net. 'Internet' is boring and 2D
4. 'Computers' are practically stone age
5. Lots of humans are annoying
6. No way of getting to Islington
7. Can't find the Guide
8. Gravity's on all the time
9. The sun's still following me
10. No Fanallan rum or splagberry sauce



List of good things about this planet:

1. Coca-Cola
2. Other humans who aren't related to me even if they're weird
3. Thrashbarg's not here
4. It's technically my homeworld
5. A few potentially not-boring people
6. Getting to play with practically archaic programming languages
7. Chucking stuff at the barrier and watching it bounce
8. Planet is still here and not so much hyperspace dust
9. Potential to scare locals with space-time-probability and aliens talk
10. Having my own living space

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?

Have you ever had one of those moments when shooting something would feel really damn good, and yet you're not sure what the right thing is to shoot?

I'm Karrin Murphy Chicago Poli- Special Ivestigat-, formerly of the Chicago PD, and I've just finished talking with the authorities here. I hope I'm right in saying that their explanations sound totally full of shit worthless?

And I see you on the network, Dresden. This was you, wasn't it?

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?

[Filtered to Valen]

Thanks for letting me stay.

[Filtered to Harry]

I'm back.

[/UNFILTERED]

Winter is coming. I've always wanted to say that.

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?

So, hypothetically, is there a lawyer around to defend any of us that perhaps get into trouble.

This place brings people todash from many other worlds, say true.

So mayhap someone has seen a young lady, about sixteen years of age, with golden hair? She's hard to miss, for no girl in any world has quite her beauty or soul, so they don't.

[Filtered away from Marius Black and Georgia Mason]

I ought to tell everyone this.

I'm unwell and I'll be at the clinic a while. I want to confirm, for those of you concerned about such things, that the muggles from this town who are volunteering their time there have been very polite. Nobody has tried to restrain me or to hurt me in any way, and I've asked them clearly and had them explain to me just what their medicines do.

It's not a particularly pleasant place, but it's not that hospital either, so if you're ever in a similar situation you can take that into consideration.

I'm not going to be receiving visitors of any sort at the clinic, they've told me that's my decision to make. I'd very much appreciate if anyone thinking of doing so can wait and then call on me when I return home. Thank you.

Has there still been no way discovered out of here?

I'm keeping busy enough, but it's a small place to be trapped for months on end when your feet are used to the freedom of the road.

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.

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

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

I know there ain't any Walkers in this town now, but if any show up, you guys are utterly fucked. You know that, right? None of the doors on yer houses is reinforced worth shit, and you've got 'em so that the Walkers can just tear their way in.

Yeah, I know there ain't any, but if I bump off in my sleep tonight, how many of ya am I gonna eat alive before ya put me down? How many of yer houses am I gonna break into?

I'm just sayin' that we should maybe take some precautions, since this ain't a fuckin' joke.

Why, why would someone draw this!?! Or this?! Why? Why even if they think we are from a book, why would they think this art? This is murder. This is evil! And so are they who draw it.

I've not the stomach for this world, if that is what passes for entertainment here.

Monsters, all of you, witches and demons, who spit on your father's graves, if you even know who they are, you sons of whores.

Who: Shaun Mason & Daryl Dixon
What: Shooting things.
Where: A shooting range
When: Before closing hours.
Warnings | Status: TBD | in progress

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Lots of our worlds suck. What good does bitching about it do? Stop feelin' sorry for yourself and do something about it, dammit.

Yeah, yeah, great job everyone, what the hell ever.

Can we get back to doing important stuff now?

Relevant.

Georgia Mason: She's got braaaains.

[Georgia]
So, beer.

Why do people trust you.