Madison Valley Role Play

What's a girl got to do to find a little fun around here?

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...

Tell me something interesting that I don't already know.

I'll give you a prize in the end.

Leisha wins!

So tomorrow night, at Uncle Elmer's Tavern, we're going to have a night for sharing stories. So many of us are from different worlds and the heart of a culture is found in its stories and songs. So bring your tales, your ballads, and your instruments for a night of learning about each other and sharing our stories of home.

Any questions, contact me, Kvothe.

[Filtered to Elodin]

There have been books written about me.

Shots Fired At Falls And Sunrise
by Paige Turner

After eleven yesterday evening, police received phone reports from a number of citizens concerning a disturbance. Charles Ingleside of the Madison School Board explained how he was woken in the night: “at first I thought it was a car backfiring, but then it happened again and again -- I realised it was gunfire.”

Police responded to the reports and arrived at the town border just past the Falls and Sunrise Dr. intersection while the shots continued. The shooter, an unidentified man dressed in black with dark hair and standing about 5’9-5’10 escaped capture. While the motive behind this disturbance is unclear, citizens are encouraged to call the police if they see or hear anything out of the ordinary

Could someone please explain to me why it is that we are succumbing to the whims of the fearful?

Who: Arthur and OPEN
What: Arthur needs to stretch his legs
Where: Walking around town
When: This weekend
Warnings: Not likely

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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 :( )

For the record, despite my incredible distaste for the manner in which they went about deploying these protective measures, I bit the bloody bullet and let them stick me. I'm afraid I am nowhere near as passionate as I used to be about such things, and staging some kind of damn protest in those holding cells sounded like far too much effort for too little return. And if you thought this darling little place was boring already, let me assure you it's far more boring in what I would suppose is generally used as the drunk tank.

Which is an incredibly long winded way of saying to any of you who might still be holing up somewhere to avoid taking your medicine, that aside from sporting a rather lovely bruise on my left arm and feeling like crap, whatever they put in me didn't kill me. Unfortunately. So if you don't want to be looking over your shoulder all the bloody time, might start to reconsider.

My stomach hurts. It won't stop hurting. This place...it's scaring me. It's scaring me so much and I don't know what to do. I just want, I don't even know what I want. I want to go home and I want all this to go away.

ATTENTION, REFUGEES.

Madison Valley City Council has become concerned that some of you may have...supernatural powers that may be used against the native population. We believe that you will understand our concern, and we hope that you will work with us to assuage this situation which could potentially bring great strife to our community.

We request that the following refugees report at once to the Madison Valley Police department, for fingerprinting and registration with the authorities:

Pollux Black
Sirius Black
Neytiri
Castiel
Eric Northman
Ruby
Thomas Raith

If you do not report within the next forty-eight hours, you will be considered in contempt, and a warrant will be issued for your arrest. Please come as soon as you are able, so that this may progress as quickly and painlessly as possible.

Also, we are aware that there are many of you who are here from the past, and perhaps from the future. We would like you to come by the Madison Valley Clinic at once, meet with a doctor, and receive the proper vaccinations to keep disease from spreading through the community.

We would like to speak to all people who have arrived from before 1977 and all who have arrived from after 2013. Those are, we believe:

Neytiri
Jake Sully
Cesare Borgia
Cuthbert Allgood
Tobias Eaton
Tris Prior
Lady Sibyl Crawley
Pollux Black
Leisha Camden
Mandy Slade
Daryl Dixon
Carl Grimes
Rick Grimes

As with the above, you will be considered in contempt if you do not report within the next forty-eight hours.

Thank you for helping us keep our community safe and healthy.

~Madison Valley City Council

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?

I spent all day making coffee and answering phones.

I don't think the people who live here like us very much. They kept asking me about where I was from, and whether I was married, or had kids, and when I said no, the women looked at me like I was a dangerous little hussy.

Like I'd want their husbands, please. That's not why I got myself trapped in this little hick town.

But the job isn't so bad, I guess.

I make a mean cup of coffee.

Who do I have to kill to get out of here?

This place is worse than hell.

Jesus. If I did that shit anymore I'd say this was a bad trip.