Madison Valley Role Play

I don't think we should get the vaccination.

It's like they are treating us like we have some sort of disease and I don't like it. Besides, what if what they are giving us, isn't a vaccine at all?

I don't know, but some one said they are making fake identification and I put my name down for it. I don't trust the council.

I don't understand what....what's going on?

There has got to be something we can do! This damn council is terrorizing children!

I know you are both grown men, but I have a request.

I would like to be close to you. They seem to be arranging us with apartments so I purpose possibly being in the same building. I want to get to know you both. I know we came here against our wills and you two have a lot on your plates back home, but this is my only shot to know my family, my children and I am not going to let it pass me by. We can work on figuring this place out and getting home, but in the meantime, I want to spend time with you. I want to know you and I hope you feel the same.

I want to meet you boys in person too, as soon as possible.

I officially really don't like it here.

Is that really your mom or a demon joke?

hello? how does this

Hello? anyone?

(OOC: Mary's from the 70's and she knows how to use a phone just not a smart phone. Excuse the lack of capitalization :( )

I learned to make some things. Food.

I think it's alright.

Hard to tell.

Anyone want to try it?

The hell is this, then?

Another day, another hell dimension?

My name is Georgia Mason.

Like many of the rest of you, I'm a new arrival.

There is something you should know about me. The most important is that I have what's called a reservoir condition of a virus called Kellis-Amberlee. Kellis-Amberlee is a virus created by the mutation and combination of two manmade viruses, and upon death or in certain other cases, it results in amplification - or in terms easily communicated to all of you - zombification. A reservoir condition is a contained, dormant infection of the virus limited to one body part.

This means two things for you: Firstly, my reservoir condition is retinal and I'm photosensitive, so if you mess with my sunglasses, I will hurt you.

Secondly, it means that if I ever tell you to put a bullet in my head, you do it. I don't care how squeamish you are, I don't care what your morals have to say about it. If you want to avoid being a tasty snack (and trust me, unless you're insane, you do), you pull the trigger.

It's a pleasure to meet you all.

I need to get to the hardware store. The lights are killing me.

How did people live like this? At least they didn't take my recorder or my contacts. Of which I have one pair. Shit.

Sammy? What the hell?

Cas?

So. This town is pretty pathetic when it comes to interesting things to do, although I did discover that there are some adorable little shops for clothes (thanks, Molly!). But there are just the two movie theaters (with a total of eight movies, and none of the good ones), and only one club that plays country music.

So I thought...maybe we could all get together and make...some sort of a club of our own? Something that combines all the fun things from all of our worlds. A touch of home for all of us. There are lots of places around we could rent and if anyone would be willing to help us do the work (remodeling, mainly), we could have a nice place up in no time.

What do you think?