Madison Valley Role Play

The sub-dermal implant my parents put in me doesn't actually account for time travel. So I think they'll just be a little pissed off that I've gone and time traveled without their knowledge. Dad probably can't send an extraction team 30 years into the past to get me. Probably. But it's a possibility.

Though oddly I wonder if time travel would actually flip the switch to make it start beaming my location and not just my vitals.



Hello, my darlings, it's a pleasure to be here until I start eating your faces. I won't be in the presence of mind to care but that's not anyone else's idea of a good time, I know.

I still don't see the point of this Christmas Day.

Stories and tales; in them we find the heart of a civilization, the soul of a culture. All the sorrows, fears and hopes of life can be found in the stories we tell, and in the way we tell them. In my world, it is said that my people know all stories, and before I came here, I very much believed that to be so.

But here, there are so many that I do not know, tales from cultures my mind hasn't even dreamt of, of people beyond the boundaries of my imagination. If we are to come together as allies - if not friends - in this place, should we not share a bit of our worlds? Should we not tell the stories and songs that make us who we are? I have shared a few over the time I have been here, and would be more than glad to do so again, but for now I should like to sit back and listen, while you regale me with your tales.

So, begin!

Damn dude, I'm about to be returning to my roots and shit. Mi papá is gonna be all sorts of pissed he slaved his ass off just so I could pick fruit and shit when the season starts. Or if I stand out in front of the Home Depot and see if anyone wants to hire cheap labor.

That's all sorts of bullshit.

[Text Message to Georgia and Shaun, after this.]

>> Guys.
>> Guys.
>> You need to hear this.
>> I've got a feed from the Council chambers on Friday.
>> I'm e-mailing it to you.

[Filtered: George]

Hey George.

Let's blow some shit up.

What motivates you to do the things you do?

I should have gone to Cape Verde.

White sand beaches, almost endless wealth. No extradition treaty. I could have lived comfortably for the rest of my life.

I shouldn't have let Mozzie open that bottle of wine. Or the second one. Or however many were after that.

I'm not sure where I ended up, but I don't think it's Africa.

As there have been many new arrivals, I will address this to all of you, instead of contacting you separately.

My name is Marius Black, and I am the physician who has been in charge of the medical care of the vast majority of the refugees. For those of you who are comfortable with the idea, I would request that you stop by my office for a routine, baseline medical exam. This is not required in any way, but it would allow me to better care for you should you fall ill while you are here.

Secondly, I would like to warn any of you who have arrived from a significant time in the past that you may contract an illness rather like a severe respiratory infection in the next few days. While it will certainly be uncomfortable, it will not be fatal, and you may come by the clinic in order to receive drugs that may help alleviate the symptoms.

Also, if you have come from before the late 1970's, I would like you to come receive a series of vaccinations, including the vaccination for smallpox. It would not do to have an outbreak of any illness in so small and confined of a space.

If you have any questions, please do not hesitate to contact me in person, or via this device.

[Filtered to Hogwarts witches and wizards]

I am well aware that the vast majority of you deny my existence, but I should like to introduce myself to those of you who will allow me to exist.

My name is Marius Black, I am the younger brother of Pollux and Cassiopeia. If you haven't heard of me (as I assume you haven't), it is because I am, indeed, a squib. But I should like to introduce myself to you nonetheless, and I wish you good day.

Speaking of the money, it occurs to me to wonder:

Where is it coming from?

There's enough of us that it's tens of thousands of dollars, and this isn't a large town. Is it given to them by whomever brought us here (in which case I want a raise in my 'allowance', thanks) or is it from the actual town?

Hey, peeps!

My name is Darcy Lewis and I arrived in this fair town last night. Wasn't expecting to be here, but I like to make the most of things!

Where do I go to meet all the hot guys and gals? What do I need to know to have fun around here?

So on the way home from work today, these guys - about my age, I guess, maybe a little older - started yelling things at me. Not nice things, either. Calling me all these rude names and, well, uh, casting aspersions on my masculinity because of where I was working.

I don't get it.

In this world, it seems that there are things that men are supposed to do and things that women are supposed to do, and it doesn't seem right. It's not that way so much at home, I don't think. I mean, just as many girls have won the games as guys have, and I can think of a lot of guys I'd rather face in a fight before I faced Clove or Johanna.

Why can't we all just do what we're good at? Yeah, I'm better at baking and painting and stuff like that than hunting or woods stuff. That's what Katniss does. And what's wrong with that, on either side?

We know that Davina Claire is living in your household and that you both retrieved her from the Town Council when she arrived. I need to know which of your names I should put on the paperwork as being her official guardian so the Town Council knows we're taking care of our own and they don't think about removing her and placing her with someone else. Part of our agreement with the Town Council was that we would be allowed to select among our own population for guardians for children, but we have to have all of the paperwork filled out and filed.

Thank you,

Lissa Dragomir

I can't imagine why we're all being pulled in here. It's full of muggles and Mudbloods and other inconsequential people.

Cassiopeia gave me a copy of the family tree. You aren't all my descendants really then, but Cygnus's. That makes it a tad less strange. The house is alright but I can't see why it's so difficult to acquire house-elves here; London is practically crawling with them.

I expect whoever did this will have their fun and then we'll all be home for Christmas.

(OOC: Arcturus fails at filters. Sorry, muggles! ;) )

I have a public service announcement:

If Georgia and Shaun Mason die by motorcycle, it's not my fault.

It's also not my fault if their inferi zombies happen.

Flying Motorcycle Nearly Causes Accident December 4, 2013 Julia McGee MADISON - Residents along Lanier Drive were baffled today when a flying motorcycle avoided a collision with an oncoming vehicle. Adam Shelley, the driver of one of the vehicles, said he was driving northwest on Lanier Drive when the motorcycle came zooming up the wrong side of the road. "I swerved to avoid a head-on collision," Shelley said, "but it [the motorcyclist] was too close. I thought I was going to hit it for sure." According to eyewitnesses, before the motorcyclist could collide with Shelley, the bike simply launched into the air and zoomed away, fleeing the scene as Shelley's vehicle pulled off the road. "It was like magic," Said Michelle Grace, a resident who witnessed the incident. "It was the weirdest thing I've ever seen. I couldn't believe my eyes." No one was injured in the incident, but Madison Valley Police Department is urging anyone with information regarding a flying motorcycle to contact the department.

What strange land is this? This does not look like the Kingdom I am to rule. What magic is this that takes me from my Kingdom to here? Who dared abduct the Queen of Tabor?

Eric? William? Are you here?

Europeans are crazy, dude. You know the best thing that came out of Europe is us. The United States of America.

So what or who is determining who gets to come here?

Because this is absolute bollocks.

What makes a person a good person? Is it intentions, or actions? Is it what they feel, or what they do? Or is it some combination of the two?

When I was reaped the first time, I knew I wasn't going to live. I couldn't. Even if I made it to the end, there's only one person who gets out, you know? It was my plan all along to try to make it that far and keep Katniss safe, and then let her kill me, so that she could go home to her family. And in the Quarter Quell, it was basically the same thing. I knew I was going to die both times. And the thing I wanted most? To die as myself. To still be me. Not to be some monster that the Capitol created for their entertainment.

But as soon as they could, they tried to force that on me, and they succeeded, more than a little. I'm better now, but the things they did to me...I'll never be over completely. And I'm not even sure who I am anymore. I'm not that boy I was on reaping day, or before the games began. I've killed people. I didn't enjoy it, but I still did it. I've almost killed the person who means more to me than anything in the world. And...I guess...I don't know if I really feel like a good person anymore.

I think I will be again, sometime. I've not given up hope. But it's a terrible feeling.

Oh, joy. All the confusion without actually having to step through an anomaly. I'm so thrilled, really I am.

So, what do I have to do to get approved to take kids in?

Um, hello?

My name is Gwen Shepherd. I'm not entirely sure where I am or how I got here. I can't seem to reach my mum or my friend, Lesley, with this phone.

Has anyone heard of the Lodge of Count Saint-Germain? They should be able to help me get home.

And, um, this might sound crazy, but what year is it?

I have a public service announcement:

Let it be known that curtains are extremely useless. They are also extremely dangerous and everyone should avoid them at all costs. Ever.

They've got this nasty habit of killing things that fall into them.

Don't say I didn't tell you.

What the hell is wrong with you people?

You encourage weakness in every possible way, you scorn strength, and you're constantly whining about stupid shit you can't control.

You don't train kids with civic duty worth a fuck,mand you fucking keep weapons away from them instead of training them to be lethal.

You're training a world of pussies, not a world of strength.

I have read your Constitution, and about your Republic and how it functions. The library here is very extensive. I wonder, though. I wonder if it would do any good to read about my own country, what you would call history and I would call the future. Would it do any good? How even should I take it: as a storyteller's account with the usual embellishments, or a cautionary tale, or a true and accurate reflection of what is to become of my own family?

I do not know if it is a good idea to read such things.

Technology is easier to read about, and perhaps more useful. Another question. How might I learn to ride a car? There are no horses here and it would seem silly not to adopt your mode of travel.

Can we change what happens? Even if it's just one decision.

Your sisters aren't anywhere near as cool as mine is. In fact, my sister is cooler than God.

I say that with all the religious fervor in the world because it's true. A couple of years ago we were out in Santa Cruz--which is zombie territory down to its viral infected bones--doing the only thing worth doing in zombie territory: poking zombies with sticks to see what happens.

We were out there with George's bike as the only means of transportation back to base. I was making friends with one of the locals, which is pretty standard stuff: a solo zombie isn't much of a threat. Four zombies isn't much of a threat if you know how to handle yourself. But more than that and you're probably going to die.

So of course we got ambushed. They had closed in on us on three sides and set up the kill chute forcing us to take the bike down toward the bigger mob, where they'd close ranks and eat us for lunch as soon as they caught us. Then George takes us up this hill. Hills are salvation or your burial ground and you've got a 50% chance of making it so of course she thinks:

Why don't we just go over the zombies?

Genius. My sister drove her dirt bike over a zombie herd. We turned into the Wright brothers for several glorious moments in total liftoff. We survived.

And that, ladies and gentleman, is why you should never go into the field without someone who is willing to do stupid shit with you.

Death is something that happens to everyone. We can't stop it, although most of us want to put it off as long as possible. But it's not death, or how you get there that really matters in the end. It's how you live the life you were given, and how much you've loved. Because love...it's the strongest thing there is. It's stronger than the Capitol, or the torture, or the pain that's a natural part of living.

Love and hope go hand in hand and as long as you have them you're stronger than anything the world can possibly throw at you.

Because the world will go on. Life will get better. Because things can only stay dark for so long before something snaps and good takes over, and the sun comes out again. I've seen it. And I have faith in it, because I know how strong love is. I know how strong people can be. I've seen it.

A whole town that survived the Virus? How is that even possible? Almost everybody died.

Jason? Zoe? Oh please be here.

What the hell is this!?

We’re done playing games. It’s over.

They claim they don't know what I mean but if this really is a Capitol trick...you know what do what the fuck you want, but you leave those kids alone. It’s enough.

[Filtered to Georgia Mason]

I misjudged you.

I understand better now what you have to say about my time.

( Trigger Warning: Fat Shaming - Cut, not Filtered )

WHO: Marius Black and OPEN
WHAT: Thinking about family
WHEN: Tuesday morning
WHERE: The clinic
WARNINGS: TBD/Likely none
STATUS:: Open/Ongoing

( ”~+~+~+~+~+~+” )

I hate cold weather. Like...really, really hate it.

Girls wear way too much, for one thing. It's like we go from a world of beautiful people to a world of bundled up snow bunnies. Not nearly as sexy.

[Filtered to Harry Dresden]

Talk to me. You've been silent lately.

So, I'm really thinking we should have a 'whose timeline sucks most' competition. Pretty sure mine's in the running, but at least we don't entertain ourselves by killin' kids on reality TV. Shit.

What the hell? This isn't home. Not nearly enough trees.

[Filtered: George]
Dropped a file to you just now. It's raw footage of first contact with pre-Rising shrinks! Brought to you by Shaun Mason.

She did a good job of hiding her surprise when I started talking to myself. That moment of 'oh shit' before she cools her expression.

I'm trying not to make it a game to see how many times they'll refer me to someone else before one sticks it out long enough to make me their guinea pig. Wanna make bets?

This is certainly something that I've never seen a case file on: Relocation by Persons Unknown.

I don't think I've ever needed to give blood as part of a job application process, either.

I wish to retract my earlier statement.

This is not a nice place to live, it's beastly, and I was being childishly optimistic and naive when I said otherwise. I apologize to any decent people who were misled by what I said.

How does one go about getting a job here if we don't submit to a blood test?

So. Church. What is it? And all these lights up everywhere, in the shape of trees and stars and everything. What are they for? Is there a celebration coming up?

[Filtered to Katniss]

You doing okay?

The medicine here stinks. I feel like a cave person. But I can keep my eyes open for a while, so I'll take it, I guess.

On an unrelated note, I have a 'future person' question:

How do you handle people trying to stop you on the street? We don't walk around, there's no social protocol for it. I'm twitchy.

I have heard much talk lately of the fae, and the dangers people face when they come up against them. If you've a moment, I'd very much like to tell the tale of my own experience with the fae, and the dangers, pleasures, and mysteries that surround them in their land; so close to ours, and yet so far away.

It was not very many months ago, when I went away from University, to the service of Maer Alveron, a particularly powerful Vintish noble. He wished for my skills at tales and music to help him court the woman he loved, which I aided him with very ably and successfully. I shall not go into detail at the moment of how I saved his life from a murderous alchemist, or how I won him the love of his life only to be cast aside by the both of them...

But alas, those are tales for another time.

The Maer sent me, with a motley crew of soldiers, deep into the wilds, to capture a bandit who had been stealing great sums of money from him. Indeed, much is to be told with this tale as well, and perhaps in time I shall tell you of our daring fight, and how I called down the lightning to win the day, but for now, our story goes elsewhere.

On our way back home, we came by a vision of feminine beauty; a woman lovelier than any other, bathing naked in a pool as she sang. Most of the men were enthralled, and had to be held back from rushing to her, and to their certain deaths! For this was Felurian, an insatiable fae seductress from whose arms men have never returned with both their lives and their sanity. We were able to restrain them, but I...enraptured - but not enthralled - by her music, and the beauty of it and of her, made a conscious choice to follow her. And so I did, into the faen realms. I, like others, spent many days in her arms - or was it weeks? or months? or years? Time passes differently in the faerie realms, and I know not how much time I spent with her, drunk with the touch of her, learning all it was she had to teach me about love, and sharing music with her in more ways than one.

But in all my time with Felurian, she was unable to bend me to her will. She tried - oh, what a prize I would have been to her, indeed - as I was far from being one of the hunters or farmers she usually ensnared! But she was unable to control me, as I found her Name, and with it bent her to my will.

In time, my wish to return to my land, to my home, and those I had left behind grew stronger. Felurian had never faced such a thing before, as all men before me had either died or been driven mad in her embrace. But through music, a little bit of trickery, and the power of my magic, I was able to convince her to allow me to leave - on the condition that I would someday return to her. For, I told her, how was I to call her the best of all women at the art of love when I had known the touch of no other women?

And so I, alone of all men, left the faen realm, and escaped the arms of Felurian with my life, and with my mind intact.

And I warn all of you to heed Mr. Dresden's words of their danger; no matter how lovely they may appear. Always remember that there is an alien otherness beneath whatever charmed words they may tell you, and whatever sensual pleasures they may promise.

Hey, everyone.

My name's Peeta Mellark, and I wasn't in the best shape when I got here didn't greet all of you as I should have.

When we introduce ourselves at the games

So, I guess what would be interesting to know, since we're all from different places - what's the thing that's most different between this place and your home?

For me, there's so much food, and everyone has so much money. My father owned the bakery in our town, but I could hardly ever afford cookies or cakes, because the cost of sugar was so high. But here, I see kids coming in the morning before school every day and buying two or three doughnuts. It's crazy.

So, what about everyone else?

Fuck this place and fuck giving me a guardian.

I'm old enough to kill but not old enough to live on my own? What the hell.

What the hell is this??

I swear, if I get disqualified for this shit, heads are going to roll.

Whoa, this isn't even America anymore, man. At least not a civilized America because what exists between California and New York? Besides a whole bunch of corn.

It's nice to find new things that you're good at.

Shaun Mason, I claim my 20 dollars!

So this is a charming kind of town and I’m sure there’s a perfectly good reason why I’m here, or imagining myself here, because god knows I’ve been pretty much on the verge of a psychotic break for a while, but I kind of need to be somewhere else right now and I can’t be stuck in a place where people have Elvish names and there’s not even a basic firewall around the network here. Although I see some secure patches here and there - sorry if I encroached on your security, fellow hackers, I’m just trying to find a secure wifi signal.

That really wasn’t a very good introduction, was it? Let me try again. Hi. I’m Felicity. And I don’t really believe in god. I hope that’s not going to be a problem.