A 1776 RPG

It was a sunny spring day.
  Lyman Hall walked into congress and...........

Helping the comm. because i'm board

Lyman Hall was puzzled as he stepped out of his carrage everone seemed so...sad "WHAT WAS GOING ON HERE!" he thought

Dear Gentlemen of the Continental Congress...

You are cordially invited to celebrate the Holiday season at the tavern, Grape & Guts. Food and drink shall be provided. The festivities shall begin at the end of the December 24th session.

Warm Holiday wishes...

John Hancock, President.

Hi im Ceaser Rodney and i just wanted to say i got a secretary :) so i could do live journal 2 now
and catch up to Dickinson

 *ahem* allow me 2 introduce myself im Dr. Lyman Hall new delgate from Georgia and my secretary is salveevery1    :)
      -LH 

H i im salveevery1 i will be playing dr.hall 4 in_congress since i c he's up 4 adoption :)

Rutledge and Dickinson talking in a group in another courner Witherspoon sleeping in his chair,McNair taking out the dog the the courior came in with a letter Thomson had a strange look on his face when the read it.........................................................HAVE FUN!


(((((((( ill b Dr.Hall since he's up 4 adoption))))))))))))

Suhs, I have returned from a necessary and tedious journey to the fair colony of South Carolina to oversee some business regarding a rebellious slave.  Pity that while I participate in this congress there remains not one person at my Charleston plantation who is capable of dealing with such menial tasks.  I must look into that.

But fear not, for I have returned to represent the admirable South!  My *ahem* secretary, mushroomthief will be taking my dictations.  I admit, I am looking forward to spending time with my fellow congressmen again, both in and out of congress.  *smirk*

Carry on, gentlemen.  I am feeling satisfied already to be back in Philadelphia.

P.S. I will withdraw to my chambers immediately after congress adjourns, for I am road-weary.  In case anyone has forgotten, my apartment is located at 23 High Street, in the event that a private visit is desired.

*wink*

What - haven't you ever seen a great man before?

If roadstergal claims to be me, don't believe a word of it. I think she's not quite right in the head.

I apologize for my absence; I have been traveling extensively in England, Ireland, Scotland, and Wales. I had a most pleasing visit with men of a scientific disposition in London. I was delighted with the character of the Irish patriots; I believe we have found true friends in them. Delightful as my travels were, however, they can not compare to the entertainment of sitting back and listening to a collection of grown, educated men bicker like housewives at market. Please, continue!

I mentioned this idea to the player of the Reverend Witherspoon and I am going to take the bull by the balls horns. This is a dream sequence which begins by playing out in the mind of the Reverend. The introduction of this post is from the opening of Scene Five from the musical 1776.

I am hoping Witherspoon's player will start this out but if any of you are just itching to begin....by all means, jump in. This is not serious. I am hoping many of you remember how crazy dreams can be.

So....here we go:

At rise, Congress is in session, though in an exceedingly loose manner. While Secretary Thomson delivers a droning report, it is clear that no one is listening. Hancock sits at the President's table, but his occupied reading the Philadelphia Gazette, his feet up on the desk; one group of Congressmen -- Morris, Read, Wilson and Dickinson -- sit with their heads together, talking; another group -- Hopkins, Bartlett and Sherman -- stand in the rear, also conversing; Rutledge and Hewes pace back and forth across the length of the Chamber as they talk; McKean stands by the window, cleaning a long rifle; Chase, a large napkin tied around his neck, sits eating a complete meal; Witherspoon is asleep at his desk, his head thrown back, his mouth open and snoring; and McNair is kept hopping from one group to another on this errand and that.

The droning voice of the Secretary and the warmth of the afternoon had quickly lulled the Reverend Witherspoon into that deep sleep. He had struggled to stay awake for he knew much needed to be done...something constructive. As his eyelids grew heavy, the clergyman realized the only constructive thing he could do was to surrender the slumber conquering his body.