I'm a Villager - Get Me Out Of Here!

by **Johz** » Mon Aug 22, 2011 2:19 pm

19^th August 2011
The Hargreaves' House - Johz

"Have you taken your pills, Mr Hargreaves?" Mrs Figgis leaned over and started prodding the elderly gentleman with a bony finger. "Mrs Hargreaves, I don't think he's taken his medicine. Three spoonfuls of cod liver oil should do it."
Dr Foster shook his head. "I don't think so, Mrs Figgis. Just look at his head. It's white. Like it's been covered with talcum powder."
"Well wash it off then," Mr Figgis advised sagely.
"No, it's not talc. It's his skin. I do believe Mr Hargreaves is going down with a deadly and highly contagious disease."
"Are you sure, Doctor?" Mrs Hargreaves asked in what anyone who hadn't heard her daily complaints about the stupidity and ignorance of Mr Hargreaves would have taken for worry.
"Trust me, I'm a doctor. Now, I want everyone out of the room. Quickly! We may have a chance to save this patient's life! Now, where's my nurse?"

The two elderly women trooped downstairs and into the kitchen.
"Don't worry, Mrs Hargreaves. I'm sure he'll be fine."
"B-b-b-but my h-h-husband! What's w-w-wrong with him?"
"Like the doctor said, he just hasn't been taking his medicines."

Mrs Figgis existed in a strange world of absolute certainty. She was right, and she knew it. Her will was so strong you could bend iron bars around it. Indeed, it has been postulated that F_w, the Figgis willpower value, is strong enough to bend the fabric of space and time, creating a new form of propulsion drive.

21^st August 2011
St Olive's Church - Johz
"The notices today are as follows: The roof repair fund is going well. Mrs Figgis and the rest of the ladies on the flower rota have generously donated £1.90 to the fund, and are planning a bring-and-share lunch next Sunday after the service. A round of applause for their hard efforts please."

A round of applause dutifully rippled across the room. Mr Newman stifled a yawn. The vicar drowned on through notices about someone having some spare toasters on account of thinking Qty meant 'Quote the year'. Then the Amateur Dramatics Society had a new play out. And some bloke had caught a highly contagious disease and... the Village was to be quarantined? When did this happen? Why wasn't he informed? Would he be able to climb over the fence? Where would he get his aspirin from?

As the congregation filed out of the main church and into the hall for coffee, Mr Newman made sure he cornered Mrs Figgis.
"So what's this I hear about a quarantine?"
"Oh, I knew we'd forgotten to tell someone! Yes, we've quarantined the Village. To protect foreigners from the diseases in our community."
"Surely we should leave for our own safety, Mrs Figgis? I mean, we wouldn't want you to catch a disease." Mr Newman smiled in what he hoped was a pleasant manner as he said this, but it was probably useless. Sucking up to the great Mrs Figgis never worked.
"That's what I told them, but the nice man from that club you're always off at, the Earth Assembly or something, insists. I explained that we were fine and that he hadn't been taking his medication, but they were being very uncivil. I hoped you could let a few of your buddies know, and the whole thing would be sorted out, but until then, quarantine it is."
"I don' quite thing the World Assembly works like that..."

But it was too late. Mrs Figgis was already harrassing some poor sole. And if the WA had mandated it, well, who can stop the WA?

[OOC:] This thread is linked to the Become a Johzian Villager! thread. If you wish to join this RP, you must have a character in that thread. More details are available in this post, and you can TG me if you still have questions.

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by **Alexlantis** » Mon Aug 22, 2011 2:47 pm

OOC: Hmm, interesting, mind if I join in?

by **Capisaria** » Mon Aug 22, 2011 4:07 pm

by **Capisaria** » Mon Aug 22, 2011 4:22 pm

Moreau had just finished his final paperwork regarding he finalisation of a Capisarian Consulate within the small city-state. He thought to himself "Finally. Prime Minister Vugo better approve these." He walked outside into the bright sunlight and then made sure he locked the door in his hut. Well, that's what he called it. It was really much larger with electricity. N fact he had built alot of it in his own, and some of the property crossed into Thinister. As he walked outside, he noticed that some Thinister guards at the town's limits. He walked up to them and said bonjour. "what's with the checkpoint? My Government hasn't informed me of this?" The guards were silent.

by **Crumlark** » Mon Aug 22, 2011 4:38 pm

"Ah..." Malestrom said to himself, the weather was breezy, just the way he liked it. And he was setting out to the bar to sing his heart out in that wonderful sport of kareokee, and then he heard the town hall spurting out random things about misquotations of Qty, and then one word ruined his mood, one word he caught loosely in the wind, but heard clear as day. Quarntine. But he decided to put a smile on his face, because, what could possibly go wrong with a good mood, an a-ok attitude, and a pepperjack personality, as long as it aint too painful to have, he could bear it, and actually enjoy this semi seclusion, in fact, it was about time to dust his hat...
And he decided to continue on to the bar, still a little offset by that word, but what harm could it be? Right?

by **Karmaimps** » Mon Aug 22, 2011 6:27 pm

OoC:Who is the Mayor of the Town? I'm using the Bio you made me in your thread.

by **Marcheria** » Mon Aug 22, 2011 8:47 pm

Hmmm, now just the right color...there! Admiral Gregory Pitorovich Walshenko(Ret.) put the last finishing touch on his latest painting, Olive Arms at Sunset. He sat back in the comfortable chair in the study of his house, adjacent to the pretty little hotel. The former sailor looked over his work with the scrutiny of a DI looking over a plebe at the Royal Academy...no, it was the Farnstrom Academy now that those damned Socialists had taken over. Walshenko was a veteran of the Marcherian Revolution, sending Royalist ships into battle against the rebels. When the war was lost, he decided to cut and run. His wife was dead, his sons had defected and his daughter was sleeping with the damned Rebel commander, that bastard Alben! And so, on April 2nd, 2004, the Admiral once called the "Satan of st. Hewlett" became "Old Man Walshenko", resident of the Village of Johz. He padded downstairs to the kitchen and fixed himself a traditional Marcherian dinner of beef and perogies. As he took his first bite of perogie, savoring the warm, buttery potato, he glanced at his newspaper. Quarantine? Well, now. This would be interesting...

Chenkorya on Last.fm · by **Chenkorya** » Mon Aug 22, 2011 11:54 pm

Elly walked through the room, wavering. "D-d-d-d-d-doooooo, threee barbies become six when hyphenateeeeeed?" Her butler looked at her. "It is Do Two Words Become One When Hyphenated, miss Hunnisett." Elly walked to the butler, still wavering, and bent over him and without thinking about it she kissed him on the mouth. "Yeah, mah butleeer, it is d-d-ooo two w-w-w-w-ord-ord-s be-c-c-c-ome one when hyph-hyph-hyphenated." Her butler looked disgusted. "Miss Hunnisett, do you realize you kissed me?" Elly looked surprised. "Did I? Oh well... Can I have all your barbies, Mr. Butler?" Being the butler of Elly Hunnisset, a talented but an extremely drug addicted singer, wasn't easy. Things like barbies and the Barryman (god may know who it is) were very important for her, but things that were important for the world, for Johz, seemed to do nothing with here. The last thing happened when her butler came to her one day, to be exact the 20th of August, to tell her something horrible about Johz. "Miss Hunnisset?" he said while knocking on the door. "Yes, my Barryman." Miss Hunnissett said. The butler walked in the room. "Johz is in quarantine, Miss Hunnisett." Miss Hunnisett stayed playing with her barbies. "What?" "In quarantine, Miss Hunnisett." Elly finally looked up. "Oh." and continued playing with her barbies. Miss Hunnissett lived in the second largest house of Johz, cause her succesful carreer as singer, so staying at home would not be difficult for Elly.

by **Johz** » Tue Aug 23, 2011 12:19 am

The Mayor smiled. He quite enjoyed this fishing lark. It was, one could say, jolly good fun. And my were the fish biting today! He'd already caught two, and he'd only been fishing since this morning. He'd been fishing all of yesterday as well, and had camped out in the Thinistern countryside. It was a very pleasant experience, althougn the crickets were a bit loud.

It was late - early evening - by the time he had climbed back into his bulky RangeRover. His journey back towards the Village was quite a peaceful one, when suddenly he was stopped.

"Excuse me, my good sirs, could you open up this gate thingy?"
"Sorry, mate," drawled one, taking a last puff on a cigarette, before dropping it and walking over. "Quarantine, see. No-one goes in, no-one goes out. Who are you then?"
"I'm the Mayor of this Village, and I demand the right to go in to see my peo- Quarantine, you say?"
The man nodded.
"From, as it were, deadly and highly contagious diseases?"
More nods.
"So if I went in there, I could, as it were, die?"
Fewer nods, but still general agreement.
"In that case, if anyone comes out of there and asks about me, tell them I tried desperately to get in, I begged, I cried, I tried to scale the fence myself, but you just wouldn't let me in. Fair, chaps?"
"We could do that for you, Mister."
"Thank you very much. Now, I'm off to do some fishing. Toodle-doo."

And with that he had set off. He had some regrets for his daughter, the amazingly beautiful Li Vultra, but the butler would sort her out, and she always seemed to get on well with that nice Mr Newman character.

by **Crumlark** » Tue Aug 23, 2011 2:21 pm

"Oh boy oh, oh boy yo, ar al lalala..." Malstrom sang in front of the crowd enthusiasicly. And then he woke up in his small and undersized bed, and he noticed something odd on his left cheek, it felt, somewhat powdery, and that was odd because he never put on makeup. And he thought to himself it mightve been from someone else, like say, someone he met at the bar. But it didnt matter to him, because it was time to dust his beloved floppy hat because he fell behind on it. Once that was done, he began to bake his cookies that he gave to the little boys and girls he could find, and if he failed on finding those, he gave them to the village idiot. He went about on baking his sample bread he left on the windowsill for testers on his new Cheese filled soft prezels he was making for
Miss Figgins' birthday. He even decided to be generous and leave the leftover day-old bread on the back porch for the animals to eat. And then off to the farm to get the wheat at cheap prices because of an arrangment

by **Alexlantis** » Tue Aug 23, 2011 2:40 pm

John hummed the Alexlantian national anthem and walked his route to the hospital when he suddenly noticed the gates were closed.

"Uh, hey, sir, why's the gate closed? I need to get to the hospital. Sirs?"

OOC: Sorry for the short post, a bit busy as of late.

by **Altruistic Paladins** » Wed Aug 24, 2011 11:52 am

Miura had just woken up, having stayed up all night to supervise a large hadron collider halfway across the world in the USAP. The firing of two microscopic items at high speed toward eachother created a minature blackhole, proving string theory, which luckily also predicted that the black hole would collapse on itself before it can accomplish anything. He had woken up late, his staff having not arrived on time for some reason. One of his eccentricies was that his house and his lab/small hospital/bunker/testing grounds were right next to eachother so as to help out, with there being a walkway above the ground connecting the two buildings for reasons only he knew, which probably had to deal with wanting a better vantage point. He had come to this nation because his employer had their last opening in this nation, so he took it. He had awoken to the sound of an internet radio station talking about an infection and quarintine in some location, but he didn't hear the name, it wasn't like it was going to be important to him, for he had pancakes and Krav Maga on the mind. After eating his pancakes and practicing Krav Maga for two hours, he was ready for his day. If his lab assitants were not going to help him experiment, then it would be done alone, unfortunately, he didn't have that robot of his repaired yet to help him out with checking the experiments. He had heard about somebody getting infected, but it wasn't like that was going to be of any importance for him, for it wasn't his hospital he had went to. Ironically enough, he liked to mess with people's expectations of him, with one of his ways of throwing them off was having a haircut which some would say was "emo," with his only connection to it being some of the music he listened to and liking the color black. Oddly enough, there was a certain lack of people from what he saw, and ussually there'd be at least some patients waiting at the door for him to open for the day, but they weren't there. He decided that the best thing to do would be get his shopping done for the day, and he was going to do it the fun way today, with fun being a large pneumatic tube which would launch him to his company's office in the other city, with this kind of thing being the result of having more funding than necessary. He went shopping, getting the groceries he needed for his tests, going back to his house on foot since he figured he needed the excercise, only to encounter the quarantine of the walls, with the flag of the World Assembly hanging there.

"Hey, what's going on here?"

"We have a disease we want to quarantine in the village, something deadly, and they won't tell us what it is, just that we are to prevent people from leaving."

Miura had now realized just what was happening. He left, thinking about what this meant. The patient he thought was responsible didn't go to his clinic. He heard about it over the break, with the break being due to end today. He realized he was lucky that the break had happened, thus nobody entered at all, and he hadn't left for the entire break. He was probably going to have to defend his not-so-humble abode from contamination. He went back to the office, taking the pneumatic tube back there. He was lucky nobody knew about this exit to the outside world, as the part of the building he entered generally was empty, and he could just exit out the back without notice should he need to. All of his preparing for these disasters was going to be helpful. He knew that the zombie plan would ensure nobody would get in, and the building did connect to an under-ground well only that building had access to, so water-born contaminates would be out of luck, and the building was essentially it's own ecosystem inside, providing breathable air. He essentially had the perfect place to out-last the outbreak, and he even had weapons and ammunition inside, with some of them being for a powered exoskeleton he was building. He could send his Nova robot to maintain communications. The question would be how long the outbreak will last, as he could live there indefinately as long as he could get to the commisary. He did have hazmat suits for testing, so he himself could travel outside, with the decontamination systems he built ensuring he would bring nothing inside. He decided to check on the status of the residents while wearing one of his hazmat suits, go around town and see just what was the cause of the infection. He walked around, and the first person he encountered was good aqquaintence Mr. Reddford, so he went up to him.

"Hey John, they are with the World Assembly. There is a quarantine for something deadly, and I have no idea what it is, as whoever was infected didn't check into my clinic. I'm sorry, but I can't talk much now. I've got to go." He then left, now trying to find Mr. Moreau.

by **Northern Europia** » Wed Aug 24, 2011 12:25 pm

Jacob Prince awoke to the sound of Mrs. Figgis yelling at some poor soul. Stupid woman. The minute he was a lawyer he was going to take her to court for being the most annoying person in town, and he knew everyone in the town personally.After a brief breakfast of Belgian Waffles, he went out of his three story house onto Main Street. He knew something was wrong, just like he knew everything else. (This was due to his IQ of about 165.) He saw Mrs. Figgs,and casually strolled over to her." Hey Figgie" he asked "What's up?" She replied, " Master Prince, I forgot to tell you,too" she bit back one of her many swearwords " We, the town, are on lockdown, Hargreaves contracted a deadly disease". THe ugly truth slapped Prince in the face.

by **Capisaria** » Wed Aug 24, 2011 8:08 pm

Moreau was not happy. "I am a Capisarian Diplomat! I demand to know." He then looked over at the WA flags nearby. His voice changed. "Oh....why is the WA never tells us anything anymore? We are after all the freaking regional delegate for PVPA Xblock. We oughta get some sort of notice." He Moreau sighed. "Alright, under Regional Delegate Authorization Gamma-Blue-Un,deux,trois,chat,chien, et moreau, I order you to comply to my questions." The WA Guards then were more co-operative. "Sorry, sir, we were ordered by the WA Disease Center to quarantine the area, at the request of a WA Representative from, well, actually, Capisaria."

"Who" Demanded Jean-Pierre.

"Johnathan H. Archer. He holds the main power for your nation sir."

"Right. Jonnhyboy. Him....thank you. I suppose I need to be searched?"

"Not yet."

by **Altruistic Paladins** » Thu Aug 25, 2011 7:13 am

He had been running along when he encountered Mr. Moreau, who was talking with the guard detail of the quarantine, he couldn't hear, but he decided to watch from a distance what was going on, and listen to whatever is going on. He had been unsure of what had been said before, but he was hopping to learn something about this, as he was still in the dark when it comes to knowledge of what was going on, so maybe the people managing the quarantine and Mr. Moreau would know. He got into position, and when Mr. Moreau heads in his direction back to town, he would ask him questions about what was going on.

by **Johz** » Thu Aug 25, 2011 9:10 am

Mr Newman sighed irritably and stared once more at the text in front of him.

Code: Select all: Hi jst txting 2 say tht im trapped outside johz. Look after Vultra 4 me. Thanks. Mayor

He hadn't even realised the Mayor knew what a mobile phone was. It was certainly an interesting development. Presumably the young Ms Vultra had been forced to explain some modern sensibilities to her father when she had arrived. He grimaced at the thought of being her legal guardian. But there wasn't much he could do. You can't just leave a seventeen-year-old on her own. Or can you? Now there was an idea. It might just put that high-and-mighty way of living out of her system. Although she would probably just end up getting the servants to do everything for her. Unless he could stop them, somehow. He pondered this thoughtfully for a good few minutes, before leaving the comfort of his warm house, and heading out to find his new charge.

Mrs Figgis stared angrily at the impudent young Master Prince. If the people around her hadn't been there, she would probably have sworn at him. Still, learning about the quarantine was clearly a shock that she could relish in. She smiled in what was a surprisingly vindictive manner, for her at least, and added, "So no more sweets and chocolates for children like you. We're all on rations from now on."

by **The Kangaroo Republic** » Thu Aug 25, 2011 9:23 am

Henri, oblivious to the terrible developments (as always). Happily strolled around. He noticed how there were guards fencing off the area, but he didn't understand why. Were they planning for some event? A big event that would require fences? Maybe a surprise party! "Oh my god, I love parties!" he thought. He saw Mr. Moreau talking with one of the guards. Another guy seemed to be standing on the sidelines. He didn't really know what his name was. It must have been something with an F. Perhaps it was Fladoodle.

He casually hopped over to Miura. "Hey, isn't this great? They must be planning a surprise party or something!" He cheerfully said to him.

by **Altruistic Paladins** » Thu Aug 25, 2011 9:41 am

"I'm observing and listening to their conversation for details on the disease outbreak that is happening, hence why I am wearing a HAZMAT suit. Soon he will finish his conversation and he will come over here, and thus I will be able to ask him some questions, as I am somewhat in the dark about this. Also of note, おはようございます (Ohayōgozaimasu) Henri."

by **Conscentia** » Thu Aug 25, 2011 10:02 am

Paragraph One of the Gandalf Log- Star date 65112.8 - The Delivery
Dr. Blanc heard a knock at his door. "Delivery!"
"NO ONE'S IN! GO AWAY! ONLY CHESS PIECES!" Dr. Gandalf Blanc replied.
"Sir, You have a parcel." Replied the postman.
"I SAID GO AWAY! I'M NOT GOING OUTSIDE, NOT ANYMORE!" Dr. Blanc replied.
"I'll just leave it here, is that okay sir?" replied the postman.
"NO! NOT ON THE FLOOR! IT'S FILTHLY! - Post it through the window!" replied Dr. Blanc; whilst pulling a rope which activated a complex mechanism with motorised hands which moved a piece on a chess board and made toast, and finally opening the window next to the door. Gandalf watched from the top floor with one of his telescopes.
"Okay, sir! Wierdo." Said the post man whilst putting the parcel through what appears to be Dr. Blanc's only non-barricaded window.
"I HEARD THAT!" Gandalf replied, pulling on a rope which caused the mechanism to close the window and making another move on the Chess board Gandalf was using to research chess tactics.
Paragraph Two of the Gandalf Log - Star date 65112.8 - The Descent
Gandalf Blanc descended cautiously down the stairs whilst wearing his mail ordered hazmat suit; carrying a replica Klingon Bat'leth in one hand, and a pole with a grabbing mechanism on the end in his other hand. He grabbed the parcel with the grabbing pole and gave it a light shake. He then brought it closer for inspection. He cut off the wrapped using he Bat'leth and picked up the plastic box inside.
There was a note attached to the box which read "From Professor Doom".
Gandalf thought to himself, 'Why does he call himself a professor?, he isn't a teacher.' He took the box back up the stairs, locked the gate in-front the stairs and washed himself in the decontamination shower after removing his hazmat suit.
He decontaminated the plastic box with bleach, then removed it to reveal...
Paragraph Three of the Gandalf Log - Star date 65112.9 - The Chess Set
...A limited edition star trek three dimensional chess set.
"Aha! Thank-you Doom! This shall help me stave off boredom whilst I try and survive this disease outbreak!" Exclaimed Dr. Gandalf Blanc. "I shall contact him over the internet immediately, so that I may show my gratitude."
Dr. Blanc through the plastic box into a bin outside through a hatch in the barricade over his bedroom window.

by **The Kangaroo Republic** » Thu Aug 25, 2011 10:04 am

"Err, yeah, Ohio to you too." Henri said, a bit confused. "And by the way, your outfit is so great. Is this going to be some sort of themed party or something? Where we all dress up as astronauts and do the moonwalk? I gotta say, I am not really good at that dance." He chuckled and patted him on the back. "Well, you shouldn't wear your costume already, right? Unless you want to ruin the surprise element of the party for everyone. Would you really wanna ruin the surprise for everyone?"

Chenkorya on Last.fm · by **Chenkorya** » Thu Aug 25, 2011 10:18 am

She didn't care about quarantine. She would die soon and she knew that, and who cared if Elly Hunnisett, an expire wreck of what ever been the best ship of the world, died. Of course, her fans would mourn for her cause they were fans, but did they really loved Elly and her drugs? So Elly thought she could come out her house without any dangers. She walked out her house, taking her red haired (and favourite) barbie with her, called Barrywoman. She walked unsteadily down the street when she suddenly saw mr. Xhuadealferad-... whatever, he was called Henri anyway. He was crazy, but cool. She liked him.

"H-h-henri, how-w-w ar... are you? And how are your barbie-bie-s doing?"

by **Altruistic Paladins** » Thu Aug 25, 2011 10:30 am

"It's not a costume party, it's part of my attempt...On second thought, they are going to hold a costume party at the Church of St. Olive, and I think you practice your moonwalk and go as an alien. It will be wild, and it will be held at a time I'll tell you about later." Henri simply was not worth the effort according to Miura, he felt he might as well mess with his mind and get him to learn how to moonwalk rather than trying to explain to this "Cloud Cuckoo Lander" what he was doing.

Chenkorya wrote:"H-h-henri, how-w-w ar... are you? And how are your barbie-bie-s doing?"

"엘리 좋은 아침입니다 (Elli joh-eun achim-ibnida)."

OoC: "Elli joh-eun achim-ibnida," means "Good morning Elly." in Korean, while "Ohayōgozaimasu," means "good morning," in Japanese.

by **The Kangaroo Republic** » Thu Aug 25, 2011 11:00 am

"No, I mean, seriously, I can't do the moonwalk. Walking backwards is impossible for me." Henri said. He turned around and saw Elly. "Oh hi, I don't have any...barbies." His eyes shifted away from her. He turned his head back to Miura. "Also, you talk weird. Though your costume is the shit."

by **Altruistic Paladins** » Thu Aug 25, 2011 11:06 am

"Okay, then I think you could probably learn how to do the tango, for there is also a tango competition that's going to happen at the Jubilee Building at a time which I shall reveal later. Go man, and tango your way to victory there. I know you can do it! It only takes one to tango!" Miura was hopeful he could get him away at some-point.

by **Crumlark** » Fri Aug 26, 2011 5:18 pm

upon returning to the bakery, Malestrom was lonely, because he knew the drunken rabble at the bar was nothing compared to a friend, a real friend. Like a son.
But of course, Malestrom was much too busy at his bakery to care for a family, and now that he thought of it, he did need some help in the bakery. And then his average brain figured out how to get both at once, an aprentice.

So he got to work on the poster, once he was done with that, he would make it a sign by adding a stake. Of course, he hoped the village idiot wouldnt mind having his favorite hill taken up by a big sign.

And so, half an hour later, the sign was up saying:

aprentice baker needed, average pay, and companionship with a jolly baker offered

I'm a Villager - Get Me Out Of Here!

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