Madison Valley Role Play

MY SISTER IS GONE!

What have you people done to her?

A number of years ago, in a place much like this in some ways, and much different in others, there was a boy who lived alone in a city full of people. Young he was, and frightened of many things. He had no shoes, no clothes except what he wore, and the only food he had to eat was the food that he managed to steal. He lived like a rat, scrambling across the rooftops in his bare feet, living in a small place where the rooftops met that offered him some small shelter from the rain. The boy had very little except his many sorrows, but still he lived. And in living, he learned many things, and he grew taller, and stronger, and wiser.

But one thing he never grew was bored. For there were always things to do; always things that had to be done. And in the doing, his time passed quickly. In the small amounts of time he had for himself, his mind wandered, and he dreamed. Dreams of Home that once was that made him sad. Dreams of a future that likely now could never be. Dreams of hope, and dreams of sorrow, dreams of despair and dreams of joy. But never did he understand this feeling of boredom that came from having nothing at all to dream about. As he grew, he would watch from afar as the rich walked by, in their fancy clothes and fancy hair, their stomachs full from their latest meal. He wondered if boredom came from that - from having too much, from never having to work for the things you wanted. Or if boredom came from minds that had never had to entertain themselves, having enough money and means to always have someone else to do the onerous task.

And in time, he came to pity them. For who, who truly knows the world, could be bored by it? Who, who loves the trees and the sky, could cease to be entertained by the songs they sing? Boredom, he decided, was an illness that affected those who had closed their eyes to all things around them, and made them feel that doing was more important than seeing or living...

What in the everloving hell is this?!

Where's the van?! Where are my friends?

Liz! Michael?

Where are you guys?

Guns are everywhere. And in a place such as this, with such ill will directed towards us, who knows whether anyone here is safe from them? You could be walking down a street, minding your own business, when an intolerant citizen decides to take this scourge into his own hands. Holding that cold steel in his hand, he puts you in his sites, and without even giving you the chance to defend yourself, the gun fires...

...and shatters every hope, or dream, or love you ever knew.

Unless, of course, you thought of this in advance, and bought one of my Bullet Banes. It's a device that, when activated, will purposely and actively push bullets away from you using the ancient art of sygaldry, keeping you safe from those ignorant locals who may wish you harm.

At only $250, what better way to guard your peace of mind, your dreams, and your very future?

運命。
それは未定義この世界にあるものです。....運命。私はどこにいるのだろうか。

There is something curious about appearing where you had not planned, isn’t there? Something exciting! <3

Could anyone be so kind as to tell me where I am?




(Translation: Fate. Something which cannot be defined...Fate. I wonder where I am now.)

Do muggles you Americans ever use the phrase be careful what you wish for? Because-

What's the best way for my sister and I to ditch the foster family we were assigned to. I don't trust them.

My sister and I are new here. What can people tell us about this place? It feels weird to call her my sister.

I sought to immortalize myself in history. The chance exists still But I wonder how history will change when I am not there to influence it. I don't understand the science that brought me here, or how it has changed things or what it will mean for the future.

How do I use this thing to look at history? How do I know what changed?

Ah' guess ah'm goin' to be here for awhile.

Ah' should invest in some gloves.

Attention Refugees!

Madison Valley Citizens Against Draconian Repression (MVCADR) has been working behind the scenes as much as possible in order to offer what support we can to those who have suffered because of the actions of the Council. Although we have not been able to do as much as we might like, we have accomplished the following things.

BUSINESSES THAT HAVE AGREED TO PAY CASH AND EMPLOY REFUGEES

Martin's Tires (a full-service garage)
Anderson's Grill
Big Elmer's Tavern
The Big Apple Orchards
Finnegan's Law Office

We are working on others, but we have those at the moment.

We have also raised $10,000 that we are donating to St. Michael's church to help with the refugees there. There are also several teachers from the local schools (who will remain unnamed in this communique) who have agreed to come to the church to help with lessons for the children.

Also!

We are an organization working for the Refugees, and we would like to have refugee involvement with what we're doing. We have come up with enough money to pay a stipend of $100 a week to any refugee who will work with us at least 20 hours a week and help us fight for your rights. We know it isn't much, but we're doing what we can.

If you have any questions or comments, please reply to this encrypted message.

I'm pretty sure that this was not on the travel schedule.

It looks a lot like small town Illinois.

Okay, so people are scared because we all keep showing up here out of the blue, and we can't leave. So maybe we should work on trying to ease their minds? Help the town somehow or something. Any ideas?

So. Vampires, huh? That's nothing new; just a slight perversion of zombies, since according to Dracula you guys are already undead things bent on eating other people.

I'm toxic just in case you get any ideas. If you want zombie AIDs that's your deal, but I'm fundamentally against giving free things unless it's unsolicited advice. That's the best advice.

[Private; Georgia]

Hey George.

Check this out.

[moved to folder Less Than Stellar News]
Killing cancer

[moved to folder All this News is Crap]
Colds

Who: Lindsey and OPEN
What: Exploring
Where: Around town
When: Today
Warnings: Not likely, will update if necessary

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Give my blood? Hm, let me think about that...

Uh, hell fucking no!

Can't really sleep tonight, but on the plus side my arms don't hurt anymore.

So...what. This is like a giant arena? No way out without killing each other?

Okay, really? I've tried clicking my heels together three times. I even said there's no place like home. And I didn't even see a damned portal this time. Why does this keep happening?