Madison Valley Role Play

"You've been here for sixteen hours, go home Vance. Get some sleep in an actual bed. It'll be fine. The world isn't going to stop. Mountains aren't going to fall. And your patients will still be here when you wake up."

Otis. Otis, you fucking liar. You got everything wrong but the buggery bloody goddamn mountains.

I hope whomever is responsible reads this. Do you? Who is taking care of Mr Rebeck when I don't show up for work? It had best not be Glasses Trainee. Have you an ounce of decency you'll remove Glasses Trainee before she's permitted near any ailing patient with wand or vial.

I like Mr Rebeck, his wife brings pies.

WHO: Lily Evans Potter and OPEN
WHAT: Walking, thinking, moping
WHEN: After she and James talk to Sirius
WHERE: near the woods
RATING: TBD, some talk of character death likely

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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?

Can we stop with the family reunion already? It's not fun. If you thought it would bring tears to any of our eyes you're wrong.

[Filtered: James & Lily]
I need to tell you both something.

Does anyone know what happens to the people we leave behind when we come here? My son- he's just a baby and now- if James and I are both here, that means he's on his own, doesn't it?

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.

Who turned our tea kettle into a Portkey?

And why did it bring me here, of all places?