Open RP post for Maggie Garcia

[talesuntold]

Because we chose to tell the truth
(The cool of age, the rage of youth)
And stand against the lies of old
(The whispers soft, the tales untold)
We find ourselves the walking dead
(The loves unkept, the words unsaid)
And in the crypt of all we've known
(The broken blade, the breaking stone)
We know that we were in the right
(The coming dawn, the ending night).
So here is where we stop the lies.
The time is come. We have to Rise.

—From Dandelion Mine, the blog of Magdalene Grace Garcia, August 7, 2041.

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[notwearingthekeds]

"Parents always have too many rules." Izzy said that in response to the word 'overprotective' to be sure, but it seemed to be about something else. Her tone just didn't carry correctly. To be about what Maggie said. As she steps through she pulls out her walkman, one of the newest things to her. It looks new too, which has to be weird.

"Um, dogs are fine. I never had one? But I'm not afraid of them."

[talesuntold]

Maggie notes both the tone of the answer and the pristine antique music player, but lets both mysteries pass unremarked for now. An extremely sheltered life in one of the off-grid communities would explain some things, but nothing stays brand new in those places for decades.

"I work with a rescue organization, so I have a lot of them. They're small and well trained. If any bother you, they know all the usual commands: sit, down, stay, and so on."