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

[thatscalledsokkastyle]

Hey there. I'm Sokka. From the Southern Water Tribe. Also planet Earth.

[He tilts his head to the side.]

Community activities?

[manlyknitting]

Admire the work, huh?

Let me guess, you're a warden.

[scentbombed]

Do we have any parks here?

...Do we have a community here?

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[acid_rayne]

Oh, hey... Someone with optimism and can-do attitude...

I'm giving it a week before you turn into a suicidal wreck of self-loathing. Maybe two.

[lesliemonster]

[Leslie glances to a globe adjacent to her desk. She has never heard of the southern water tribe -- but! A tribe that she is positive no one in Indiana is responsible for utterly massacring and then painting terribly racist murals about two hundred years after the fact.

This is already a very positive start to her day. She grins.]

Yes! Activities to provide a sense of recreation and bring the community together. I have a few ideas [fifty-seven], but I would be interested to hear what is already established.

[lesliemonster]

Yes, I am. I transferred in as part of a resources exchange program.

Nice to meet you!

[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.]

[manlyknitting]

...Okay. [Not sure what that is; not gonna ask.]

I'd say the same, but I'm not even supposed to be here.

[thatscalledsokkastyle]

You know, I'm really not sure.

This one guy talks about move night sometimes.

[lesliemonster]

[Leslie smiles, not bothered by a little dire forecasting. April says more ominous stuff when Leslie asks what her weekend plans are.

...A substantial amount of April's weekend plans involve dying in ditches. Or watching other people die in ditches. Which is strange, because Leslie is very proud of the lack of ditches in Pawnee.]

I will be happy to prove you wrong.

[acid_rayne]

[Visit our lovely, lovely environmental enclosure of death. It has ditches for all!]

Yeah, OK... This should be good.

[trenchcoatedly]

Hello, Leslie. My name is Castiel. I am the supervisor of the greenhouse; you are free to visit at any time.

[gotgreenmagic]

[There's a pause, and she considers saying something sarcastic but really? The cheery ones also tend to be the most resilient. Not that she's assigning value to optimism as a concept or anything.]

....We've got the CES above deck. Not what I'd call a park. It's a simulated natural environment and it doesn't stay the same so its status would be 'subject to change'.

[rass_bestie]

[Bit worried there about the good mood, Rayne has a point, if a tactless one.] There's a greenhouse and a CES. Castiel is in charge of the greenhouse, and the CES changes periodically.

[batmanschmatman]

I'd be interested in hearing what some of your ideas are.

[socoolbrewster]

...You know "phorically" isn't a word, right?

[lesliemonster]

[Greenhouse, you say? This makes Castiel tangentially involves Parks, and thus a comrade.]

I can't wait to see it. Does your gardening committee curate any sort of events?

[lesliemonster]

[Oh, just you wait, young woman with a passing resemblance to April Ludgate. There is cheeriness and then there is Leslie.]

Simulated? Like a...[she glances around, before leaning in and whispering]...like a holodeck?

[Not 100% clear on what that is, but Ben brings it up enough.]

[lesliemonster]

Excellent! [Look at all of these helpful people, my goodness. Not a single Ultimate Frisbee thrown her way yet.]

Are you a rehabilitation coordinator as well?

[lesliemonster]

[...Well, that is not something she is used to. A moment, while Leslie collects herself.

Okay, moment over. She pulls a binder out from the desk drawer. Multicolored tabs line the edges. She holds it up for inspection. The cover art is clearly visible.]

Where would you like to start?

[batmanschmatman]

[... Holy crap, you are officially the most on top of things new warden ever.]

You came prepared.

[lesliemonster]

[Sorry, teenager! She is riding high on multiple people inquiring after her ideas. All you get is a smile. albeit a less enthusiastic one.]

Thank you for listening to my message! What's your name?

[trenchcoatedly]

No, we don't have events.

I don't believe the barge is run on a committees structure. I am the supervisor, and Raistlin, Richie and Jonathan are the inmates who work under me. Ivy also lives here.

[lesliemonster]

Movie nights are good! My department used to organize a movie in the park night, until the library took it over.

[Damn you, libraries. You are the mold hiding under the french breaded crust of government success.]

What about sports? Any intramural leagues?

[lesliemonster]

[A frown -- she wants to hear about your problem, citizen!]

Oh?