Post by BG on Jan 11, 2008 2:06:42 GMT
Boston General
An RPG for awesome people.
bostongeneralrpg.com
500 Boylston Street in Boston MA has recently been converted into a hospital by the Bluth Company of California. In order to live up to their name, Boston General is employing some of the top minds in the medical field. Their striking list of employees includes Dr. Gregory House from Princeton Plainsburrough, Dr. Perry Cox of Sacred Heart, Dr. Fox Mulder straight from the FBI, and many others.
We are a multi-fandom RPG, concentrating on medical shows, borrowing characters and throwing them all together to create seasons of something very much like a TV show. So far, we include:
Arrested Development
House M.D.
Grey’s Anatomy
Green Wing
ER
Scrubs
Boston Legal
X-Files
The Office
Kingdom Hospital
We are ALWAYS open to new additions, and we even accept OCs!
We’ll be celebrating out First Anniversary in February, and we just started our Second Season last month!
Boston General includes
Romance!Shona stepped forward, eliminating the distance between them, and looked deep into Alan’s eyes, feeling his breath on her face. There was a thick silence, penetrated only by the whisper of traffic and the distant hum of the subway. She brought her face up to his, and leaned in, though stopping just before her lips reached his, as though wondering if she should just stop right there. But soon, common sense once again faded away, and she simultaneously ran her hands through his short, auburn hair, and let her lips melt into his. What started as a fairly innocent first-kiss-at-high-school-prom kiss quickly developed as her lips realized that the receiver was familiar…
Adventure! In true JD form he just gulped and ordered his drink. "Hey, bartender? Could I, perchance...get an appletini?"
And with that, the bikers cracked their knuckles...and necks...and began to glare. Oh no, this was bad. Apparently Appletinis were not the appropriate drink for that sort of drinking establishment.
As if on cue, JD's mind went into a very JD-esque daydream, and all he could picture were the three men in front of them holding torches and pitchforks and snarling. Then as he looked out at the rest of the people in the bar he realized that they were all holding pitchforks and torches and glaring as if he and Turk were about to be burned at the stake.
Almost as soon as JD's daydream began, it ended and he came back to reality, noticing the three men glaring and inching in toward them. With his eyes widening, JD tried to cover. "A Beer. I meant I want a beer." There, good cover, JD. Only it wasn't working, and the little one went to grab JD's hooded sweatshirt.
"Run, Turk! Run!" JD shouted as he grabbed Turk's arm and ran past the slew of bikers and truck drivers.
Musical Numbers!
"Rock. Et. Man." Denny sang as he pulled his arms back. "Rocketman!" He added as he brought them forward, the camera panning out to show that he was swinging a golf club on the balcony of Crane Poole and Schmidt. Emerging from Denny's office out onto the balcony, Alan held a glass of scotch for each of them. "So, you finally showed up." Said Denny.
"Indeed." Alan replied as he pulled one of the glasses to his lips and sipped the brew. "What are you doing?"
"I want to make someone have a dream about me where I sing." He replied curtly.
Boston General… a crossover-organized-tv-show-like-with-the-occassional-musical-and-flashback-episodes-with-no-sense-of-when-to-stop-year-old RPG. For awesome people.
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