This is a role playing game (RPG) between me and my
friend. When we started we didn't have a plot line in
mind so it's basically just day-to-day happenings in
the White House. The characters (with the exceptions
of a few original characters) are borrowed from the
creative genius of Aaron Sorkin for entertainment
purposes only and we promise to put them back where we
found them. The actual words and actions belong to me
and my friend. If you're worried about spoilers, again
I'll say that there wasn't any real plot line to begin
with so it is not a continuation of a specific part of
the series although some things from the series we
have considered to have happened and other parts
established in the series we disregard. If you've seen
up to Season 2, I don't think that there are any
surprises. One last thing, I apologize for any really
bad references to movies, other television shows, or
music, etc. =) Okay, go ahead and read it now.
(Note: This RPG is in a script-style form. Words placed within doubles sets of colons (:: ::) are actions. Words placed within asterisks (* *) are thoughts. Words set off by hyphens (- -) denote things that are heard, read, or seen but not actually done. Words not within these constraints are actual speech. If you see this symbol: ^_^ It's a happy face thing.)
Donna: Josh. Don't forget.
Josh: Uhh... I've already forgotten?
Donna: ::sighs::
Donna: The staff meeting.
Donna: 1:00.
Josh: Who called it for today?
Donna: Toby.
Donna: He said you needed to discuss the upcoming caucus.
Josh: ::sighs and leans back in his chair:: Alright...
Donna: Technically, it's not for another eight months.
Josh: 'Always be prepared.'
Donna: ::heads back to her desk:: Did you know the first caucus was held in 1801...?
Josh: No, but it's good to know.
Donna: ::from outside the hall:: Of course it is.
Sam: ::walks into an empty room::
Sam: Ok. Who told me the meeting was at noon?
Sam: ::sees a paper lying on the table::
-Hi Sam. Nice to see you so early. 'Real initiative that boy has.' That's what I told them.-
Sam: Yep. Ok. I knew it.
Sam: Josh is going to get a little payback...
Sam: Ok. A lot.
Sam: ::leaves::
Josh: Hey, Donna!
Donna: Yeah?
Josh: I'm going to hide out in my office... Rather, I'm going to be working on something, so no interruptions, ok?
Donna: ::suspiciously:: All right.
Josh: Thanks.
Toby: ::almost runs into Sam::
Toby: You look like you're going to rip someone's arms off or something...
Sam: Yah, Josh's. Don't worry about it.
Toby: I wasn't worried. Don't forget. 1:00.
Sam: Yah. I know. Now, I know.
Toby: ::shrugs and walks away::
Sam: ::heads over to Josh's office::
Sam: ::whistles Funeral March of a Marionette::
Leo: Mr. President, the staff meeting is in 20 minutes. Is this really the time for that?
Jed: No, but who's going to stop me?
Leo: ::scratches his ear::
Leo: No one.
Jed: That's right.
Leo: I just don't see how playing paddleball will help you win the caucus.
Jed: You've got to have hand-eye coordination to win these things.
Leo: If you say so. I'm personally partial to jump-rope myself.
Jed: ::shakes his head::
Jed: You've much to learn...
Leo: Now, if you'll excuse me...
Leo: I'm going to ask the cook for some peanut butter apples.
Donna: ::sees Sam::
Sam: Hi Donna.
Donna: Hi, Sam.
Sam: Is Josh unusually giddy?
Donna: Not unusually.
Sam: Ah, so he's at his normal level, then?
Donna: Schoolgirl level, yes.
Donna: Do you need him?
Donna: He said he can't be disturbed. ::files her nails::
Sam: Ah, yes.
Sam: 'Can't be disturbed.'
Donna: Right.
Sam: Can you... nevermind.
Donna: ::looks at her watch::
Donna: It's time for the meeting.
Sam: Yah..
CJ: Where's my paper?
CJ: It was right here.
CJ: On my desk.
CJ: I just saw it...on my desk.
CJ: ::looks around suspiciously::
CJ: ::glares at the goldfish::
Gail: ::blink, float::
CJ: Hmph...
Jed: ::glances at the broken and now discarded paddle ball::
Jed: They never should have brought those things back. They're detrimental to society... They've brought down the net economic gain...
Jed: ::walks out of the Oval office:: Charlie.
Jed: Why do I have so much spare time?
Charlie: You don't, sir. You just blew off most of your previous engagements.
Jed: Ah. Well, at least we have an answer.
Charlie: Leo wanted me to remind you not to forget the staff meeting.
Jed: Thank you Charlie, I'll be on my way now.
Charlie: Yes, sir.
Sam: ::looks in his office and sees a new stack of paper work::
Sam: ::sighs and heads to the meeting::
Leo: ::enters the conference room with a large plate of peanut butter apples::
Leo: Gotta keep 'em happy.
Leo: ::stands in the empty conference room::
Leo: ::looks at the seal on the wall::
Leo: *The President of the United States of America.*
Leo: ::leaves the conference room and walks into CJ, who looks angry::
CJ: Oof. Leo, have you seen my notes? They were on my desk. And now they're not.
Leo: CJ, who would have stolen your papers?
CJ: Someone who hates me. Or wanted to make me mad.
CJ: ::looks around with narrowed eyes::
Leo: Come on... it's time for the meeting.
Toby: ::sits down in the 'big chair' in the room::
Toby: *This is the only reason I call meetings, isn't it?*
Jed: ::walks into the room::
Leo: ::follows::
Toby: ::nods:: Mr. President.
Jed: Hey Toby.
Leo: ::takes the seat to the right of the 'big chair'::
CJ: ::enters::
CJ: ::takes a peanut butter apple::
CJ: Thanks, Leo.
Leo: No problem.
Leo: *How else would I get her to stop talking?* ::smiles to himself::
Sam: ::hesitantly walks in::
Sam: *Ah, good. They're actually in here now.*
Josh: ::shuffles things around in his desk::
Donna: ::knocks on Josh's door:: You're going to be late.
Josh: I think... I'm stuck...
Donna: ::opens the door cautiously and slowly::
Donna: ::swings it the rest of the way::
Donna: ::jaw drops 3 feet::
Josh: ::kind of half-smiles::
Donna: How did you manage that?
Josh: Do you really want the explanation, or will you just get your keys so I'm not late?
Donna: No, I want an explanation first.
Josh: ::sighs::
Josh: Ok.
Donna: ::waits patiently::
Josh: I never lock the drawers to my desk. I keep my keys in my desk. I moved things around in my desk. Something must have hit the lock mechanism from the inside which makes it lock the drawer of the desk. I closed the drawer. My sleeve - of both my jacket and my shirt - got locked in the drawer. I could either rip them or unlock the drawer. But my keys are in the desk. And now I'm late so Toby's going to kill me. And I already gave Sam a reason to kill me today. So I'm going to die twice.
Donna: ...
Donna: ::gets her keys::
Donna: ::unlocks him:: If I don't tell anyone about this what'll you do for me?
Josh: Buy you lavish gifts?
Donna: That works.
Donna: ::opens the drawer::
Josh: ::pulls his sleeves out::
Josh: ::as a precaution, takes his keys::
Donna: I expect you to take me shopping tonight.
Donna: ::smiles::
Josh: ::points out the door in response:: Meeting...
Donna: Do I need to escort you to it?
Josh: ::shakes his head:: Nah... I think I have this 'walking' stuff down.
Donna: Just go, or you'll be more dead than you already are.
Josh: I'll let you pick out the casket. ::walks off::
Toby: ::taps his foot::
Jed: At least he didn't get any of the food.
Toby: You're always looking on the bright side of things, Mr. President.
Jed: I try to be an inspiration to others.
Leo: Oh, Mr. President, I have something for you.
Jed: ::raises an eyebrow::
Leo: ::nods::
Leo: ::hands him a paddleball::
Leo: I noticed yours was broken... ::smirks::
Jed: ::puts it on the table::
Jed: Thanks.
Leo: ::nods::
(Note: This RPG is in a script-style form. Words placed within doubles sets of colons (:: ::) are actions. Words placed within asterisks (* *) are thoughts. Words set off by hyphens (- -) denote things that are heard, read, or seen but not actually done. Words not within these constraints are actual speech. If you see this symbol: ^_^ It's a happy face thing.)
Donna: Josh. Don't forget.
Josh: Uhh... I've already forgotten?
Donna: ::sighs::
Donna: The staff meeting.
Donna: 1:00.
Josh: Who called it for today?
Donna: Toby.
Donna: He said you needed to discuss the upcoming caucus.
Josh: ::sighs and leans back in his chair:: Alright...
Donna: Technically, it's not for another eight months.
Josh: 'Always be prepared.'
Donna: ::heads back to her desk:: Did you know the first caucus was held in 1801...?
Josh: No, but it's good to know.
Donna: ::from outside the hall:: Of course it is.
Sam: ::walks into an empty room::
Sam: Ok. Who told me the meeting was at noon?
Sam: ::sees a paper lying on the table::
-Hi Sam. Nice to see you so early. 'Real initiative that boy has.' That's what I told them.-
Sam: Yep. Ok. I knew it.
Sam: Josh is going to get a little payback...
Sam: Ok. A lot.
Sam: ::leaves::
Josh: Hey, Donna!
Donna: Yeah?
Josh: I'm going to hide out in my office... Rather, I'm going to be working on something, so no interruptions, ok?
Donna: ::suspiciously:: All right.
Josh: Thanks.
Toby: ::almost runs into Sam::
Toby: You look like you're going to rip someone's arms off or something...
Sam: Yah, Josh's. Don't worry about it.
Toby: I wasn't worried. Don't forget. 1:00.
Sam: Yah. I know. Now, I know.
Toby: ::shrugs and walks away::
Sam: ::heads over to Josh's office::
Sam: ::whistles Funeral March of a Marionette::
Leo: Mr. President, the staff meeting is in 20 minutes. Is this really the time for that?
Jed: No, but who's going to stop me?
Leo: ::scratches his ear::
Leo: No one.
Jed: That's right.
Leo: I just don't see how playing paddleball will help you win the caucus.
Jed: You've got to have hand-eye coordination to win these things.
Leo: If you say so. I'm personally partial to jump-rope myself.
Jed: ::shakes his head::
Jed: You've much to learn...
Leo: Now, if you'll excuse me...
Leo: I'm going to ask the cook for some peanut butter apples.
Donna: ::sees Sam::
Sam: Hi Donna.
Donna: Hi, Sam.
Sam: Is Josh unusually giddy?
Donna: Not unusually.
Sam: Ah, so he's at his normal level, then?
Donna: Schoolgirl level, yes.
Donna: Do you need him?
Donna: He said he can't be disturbed. ::files her nails::
Sam: Ah, yes.
Sam: 'Can't be disturbed.'
Donna: Right.
Sam: Can you... nevermind.
Donna: ::looks at her watch::
Donna: It's time for the meeting.
Sam: Yah..
CJ: Where's my paper?
CJ: It was right here.
CJ: On my desk.
CJ: I just saw it...on my desk.
CJ: ::looks around suspiciously::
CJ: ::glares at the goldfish::
Gail: ::blink, float::
CJ: Hmph...
Jed: ::glances at the broken and now discarded paddle ball::
Jed: They never should have brought those things back. They're detrimental to society... They've brought down the net economic gain...
Jed: ::walks out of the Oval office:: Charlie.
Jed: Why do I have so much spare time?
Charlie: You don't, sir. You just blew off most of your previous engagements.
Jed: Ah. Well, at least we have an answer.
Charlie: Leo wanted me to remind you not to forget the staff meeting.
Jed: Thank you Charlie, I'll be on my way now.
Charlie: Yes, sir.
Sam: ::looks in his office and sees a new stack of paper work::
Sam: ::sighs and heads to the meeting::
Leo: ::enters the conference room with a large plate of peanut butter apples::
Leo: Gotta keep 'em happy.
Leo: ::stands in the empty conference room::
Leo: ::looks at the seal on the wall::
Leo: *The President of the United States of America.*
Leo: ::leaves the conference room and walks into CJ, who looks angry::
CJ: Oof. Leo, have you seen my notes? They were on my desk. And now they're not.
Leo: CJ, who would have stolen your papers?
CJ: Someone who hates me. Or wanted to make me mad.
CJ: ::looks around with narrowed eyes::
Leo: Come on... it's time for the meeting.
Toby: ::sits down in the 'big chair' in the room::
Toby: *This is the only reason I call meetings, isn't it?*
Jed: ::walks into the room::
Leo: ::follows::
Toby: ::nods:: Mr. President.
Jed: Hey Toby.
Leo: ::takes the seat to the right of the 'big chair'::
CJ: ::enters::
CJ: ::takes a peanut butter apple::
CJ: Thanks, Leo.
Leo: No problem.
Leo: *How else would I get her to stop talking?* ::smiles to himself::
Sam: ::hesitantly walks in::
Sam: *Ah, good. They're actually in here now.*
Josh: ::shuffles things around in his desk::
Donna: ::knocks on Josh's door:: You're going to be late.
Josh: I think... I'm stuck...
Donna: ::opens the door cautiously and slowly::
Donna: ::swings it the rest of the way::
Donna: ::jaw drops 3 feet::
Josh: ::kind of half-smiles::
Donna: How did you manage that?
Josh: Do you really want the explanation, or will you just get your keys so I'm not late?
Donna: No, I want an explanation first.
Josh: ::sighs::
Josh: Ok.
Donna: ::waits patiently::
Josh: I never lock the drawers to my desk. I keep my keys in my desk. I moved things around in my desk. Something must have hit the lock mechanism from the inside which makes it lock the drawer of the desk. I closed the drawer. My sleeve - of both my jacket and my shirt - got locked in the drawer. I could either rip them or unlock the drawer. But my keys are in the desk. And now I'm late so Toby's going to kill me. And I already gave Sam a reason to kill me today. So I'm going to die twice.
Donna: ...
Donna: ::gets her keys::
Donna: ::unlocks him:: If I don't tell anyone about this what'll you do for me?
Josh: Buy you lavish gifts?
Donna: That works.
Donna: ::opens the drawer::
Josh: ::pulls his sleeves out::
Josh: ::as a precaution, takes his keys::
Donna: I expect you to take me shopping tonight.
Donna: ::smiles::
Josh: ::points out the door in response:: Meeting...
Donna: Do I need to escort you to it?
Josh: ::shakes his head:: Nah... I think I have this 'walking' stuff down.
Donna: Just go, or you'll be more dead than you already are.
Josh: I'll let you pick out the casket. ::walks off::
Toby: ::taps his foot::
Jed: At least he didn't get any of the food.
Toby: You're always looking on the bright side of things, Mr. President.
Jed: I try to be an inspiration to others.
Leo: Oh, Mr. President, I have something for you.
Jed: ::raises an eyebrow::
Leo: ::nods::
Leo: ::hands him a paddleball::
Leo: I noticed yours was broken... ::smirks::
Jed: ::puts it on the table::
Jed: Thanks.
Leo: ::nods::