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"Is that a jarvey?"
I’ve only been a member of Mischief Managed for a little over a year now. I even joined Second Life just to roleplay here. I never imagined I would find such a wonderful community with so much creativity and heart. During my year here, my character Jericho has had a lot of adventures. From werewolves to boggarts and dementors to lessons gone wrong, every roleplay has been truly fun and wonderful to be part of. I’m happy to say Jericho has many friends who have been by their side. However, one friend has stood out the most. A friend that Jericho’s been able to be genuine in front of no matter what. A friend that took a werewolf to the face to protect them. A friend who sits outside of busy events Jericho can’t attend with them.
You know and love him, Forster Cobra.
In all seriousness, it took me months to convince Foster to join MM. He was understandably hesitant to undertake such a daunting task like Second Life. He finally took the leap in November, and his character has been such a joy to roleplay. Almost every big moment this year for Jericho has involved Foster in some way, shape or form after he joined the community. Unfortunately, a side effect of him joining late is that he wasn’t there for the start of year events. We did sit down and time bubble the characters meeting though, and the idea for their meeting was so simple and sweet- it fit both characters perfectly.
I decided to immortalize the start of the friendship that became so important to almost all of Jericho’s roleplay to celebrate Mischief Managed’s 10th anniversary. Why? Because the community is so wonderful, and even people like myself or Foster who came in much later can help make this place wonderful and fun to roleplay in. I look forward to more years at Mischief Managed and all the wondrous new roleplayers who will join us in the years to come.
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The sound of the station filled the air despite how early in the morning it was. The train wasn’t boarding yet due to the time, but luggage was already starting to pile up. Steam blew through the air, blocking the skylight of the iconic station. The chattering of excited students danced about while many of them were preparing for another year at Hogwarts. Some students were less than thrilled to be going back to school. Some were brand new and the idea of school held both wondrous curiosity and fear. Every student was unique.
One such student was wandering the station. Jericho had left their sisters for a moment. They adored Dawn, but she got frightened so easily. Evelyn herself was always distracted or rolling her eyes at something or another. So while Jericho did enjoy being with their sisters… It was an awful headache sometimes. This morning was so exception. The train station was a buzz with excitement and anxiety so thick that Jericho could practically see the colors painted in the air. However, there was a single quiet spot where the blinding noise seemed to quiet.
Near the front of the train, there were less people. Most people were near the back trying to load their luggage. However, what drew Jericho to the front wasn’t just the quiet. There was a solitary boy sitting against a pillar. He didn’t seem excited or anxious- or much of anything. He was just playing with a small furred creature in his lap. He was just having a good time. Part of Jericho was a bit envious of that. They were always having to take care of their sisters, especially Dawn. Perhaps it was the boy’s carefree attitude that spurred Jericho to approach him. Whatever it was, the soon to be first year peered around the pillar and glanced down to the brown haired boy and his odd little creature before speaking out.
“Is that a jarvey?”
"Is that a jarvey?"
I’ve only been a member of Mischief Managed for a little over a year now. I even joined Second Life just to roleplay here. I never imagined I would find such a wonderful community with so much creativity and heart. During my year here, my character Jericho has had a lot of adventures. From werewolves to boggarts and dementors to lessons gone wrong, every roleplay has been truly fun and wonderful to be part of. I’m happy to say Jericho has many friends who have been by their side. However, one friend has stood out the most. A friend that Jericho’s been able to be genuine in front of no matter what. A friend that took a werewolf to the face to protect them. A friend who sits outside of busy events Jericho can’t attend with them.
You know and love him, Forster Cobra.
In all seriousness, it took me months to convince Foster to join MM. He was understandably hesitant to undertake such a daunting task like Second Life. He finally took the leap in November, and his character has been such a joy to roleplay. Almost every big moment this year for Jericho has involved Foster in some way, shape or form after he joined the community. Unfortunately, a side effect of him joining late is that he wasn’t there for the start of year events. We did sit down and time bubble the characters meeting though, and the idea for their meeting was so simple and sweet- it fit both characters perfectly.
I decided to immortalize the start of the friendship that became so important to almost all of Jericho’s roleplay to celebrate Mischief Managed’s 10th anniversary. Why? Because the community is so wonderful, and even people like myself or Foster who came in much later can help make this place wonderful and fun to roleplay in. I look forward to more years at Mischief Managed and all the wondrous new roleplayers who will join us in the years to come.
_____
The sound of the station filled the air despite how early in the morning it was. The train wasn’t boarding yet due to the time, but luggage was already starting to pile up. Steam blew through the air, blocking the skylight of the iconic station. The chattering of excited students danced about while many of them were preparing for another year at Hogwarts. Some students were less than thrilled to be going back to school. Some were brand new and the idea of school held both wondrous curiosity and fear. Every student was unique.
One such student was wandering the station. Jericho had left their sisters for a moment. They adored Dawn, but she got frightened so easily. Evelyn herself was always distracted or rolling her eyes at something or another. So while Jericho did enjoy being with their sisters… It was an awful headache sometimes. This morning was so exception. The train station was a buzz with excitement and anxiety so thick that Jericho could practically see the colors painted in the air. However, there was a single quiet spot where the blinding noise seemed to quiet.
Near the front of the train, there were less people. Most people were near the back trying to load their luggage. However, what drew Jericho to the front wasn’t just the quiet. There was a solitary boy sitting against a pillar. He didn’t seem excited or anxious- or much of anything. He was just playing with a small furred creature in his lap. He was just having a good time. Part of Jericho was a bit envious of that. They were always having to take care of their sisters, especially Dawn. Perhaps it was the boy’s carefree attitude that spurred Jericho to approach him. Whatever it was, the soon to be first year peered around the pillar and glanced down to the brown haired boy and his odd little creature before speaking out.
“Is that a jarvey?”