Video One: Hello Citizens!

[lesliemonster]

Hello, Paw – um. Wait a—

[The screen comes up, and the viewer is treated to a lovely close up shot of a single, blue eye. Then a nose, and then there’s the rest of her! Leslie sits at her desk chair, wearing a blue blazer set that she specifically purchased for today. She clears her throat, and smiles.]

Hello. I am Leslie Knope, from Pawnee, Indiana. United States. Planet Earth. [A pause. How cool is this!?] I really admire the work that you all are doing here, and I am so happy for the opportunity to roll up my sleeves and pitch in. Metaphorically. Phorically, I would possibly change my shirt first and then help however I can.

[If anyone needs her to help build cabinets, she has a toolbox – no, Leslie! Stay on topic.] I’ve got a few ideas for upcoming community activities! Now, what is the status of your parks around here?

[Edit: Spam for residents of Level 8: Sitting in front of your doors, you will find a small basket of various candy treats, including several Nutra-Yum Bars. There is a note attached that says:

"A little taste of Pawnee, Indiana. From your new neighbor, Leslie Knope!

P.S. Please don't eat more than one Nutra-Yum bar a day or your teeth may fall out. That is not an expression, that is a legal disclaimer."]

Comments

[scentbombed]

Do we have any parks here?

...Do we have a community here?

[lesliemonster]

That is what I am wondering! If you don't have any parks, perhaps we could build one together, or focus on recreational activities in general. I've got plenty of experience on both fronts.

[Horn, tooting.]

[scentbombed]

Oh, you're one of those. [This is sort of under her breath, but senses may be heightened by Nutra-Yums. Bobby Newport has probably claimed such at some point, anyway.]

Well, we have got the CES. And, er, a gym.

[lesliemonster]

[Leslie hears the comment, but she doesn't hear it in a way that has served her exceedingly well at work. Yes. She is absolutely one of those.]

That doesn't surprise me at all. [Everyone is in the kind of shape that would make Chris look like a slouch.] Are there any sort of sports teams?

[scentbombed]

I heard someone mention something about-- football? A while back.

[She says it like it's an unfamiliar term, which is true. Except for that time the wizards went a bit mad, sports in Ankh-Morpork tend to be things like "bar brawling" and "amateur homicide."

And the less said about sports in Uberwald, the better.]

[lesliemonster]

Football! That's my fourth favorite sport.

[Behind hunting, golf, and Pawnee intramural basketball. Go Swansons!]

It's a great team building activity, but space might be a problem.

[scentbombed]

I think he just planned to do it up on the deck, actually. But the CES is enormous, there's always room in there.

[lesliemonster]

The deck? Wouldn’t there be a falling over the railing into certain space and death factor to worry about?

[Her notes certainly have a section dedicated to that factor. But there is also a section dedicated to a raccoon takeover of the barge. So.]

[scentbombed]

I'm relatively certain that's never actually happened here.

...Well, more or less.

[lesliemonster]

If you could elaborate on the "more" part of that statement?