two years and then some

A multimuse RP blog for district 9 and (upon request) The MTC Elders. Sideblog.

[biblebelieved-blog]

The former District Nine of the LSD Church was now on it's own. Fallen from grace and persevering through willpower, the Elders were a different set of busy than what they had been used to. They were gathered around, waiting for Elder McKinley to give them their daily chores. "Alright, Elders, let's get to the point. We need to get this place up and running before the supplies from the Church run out. We're doing good for now, but I want to be prepared before then." (a mission in uganda)

@a-mission-in-uganda

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     THE COFFEE IN HIS HAND WAS WARM, BUT NOT NEARLY AS HOT AS STUPID AFRICA. 

     Standing there under the sun, Kevin wondered if they would ever manage to get the place ‘UP and RUNNING’ to the point of putting UP a RUNNING Air Conditioner. He was as tired as he was exasperated, and a positive outlook seemed OUT OF HIS REACH when his BEST FRIEND wasn’t even there. Taking a sip of his drink, he listened to Elder McKinley ( were they still even considered ‘Elders’ ? ) halfheartedly, pressing his lips together as he waited for his assignment. 

     He would play his part in helping make Uganda a better place–

But he sure as HELL wasn’t doing it before he finished his cup of coffee. 

[biblebelieved-blog]

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     A PROBLEM?

     Kevin had ONE TOO MANY OF THOSE, and luckily NONE of them were with ELDER CHURCH.  

     There was something about Elder McKinley’s tone that STROKED a nerve just a BIT too roughly: he wasn’t a fan of being told what to do by someone who now held the same position as him… But it was easier to just smile and nod rather than cause trouble. Connor wasn’t TRYING to get on his nerves. Kevin knew that much… Maybe he was just irritated about how this had all turned out. It was PRETTY DARN HARD to keep a POSITIVE ATTITUDE when things were looking ANYTHING BUT POSITIVE. 

     Nonetheless, he had experience ( NINETEEN YEARS, ACTUALLY ) of just following with a smile, so when Elder McKinley looked at him expectantly for a response, he just nodded, offering a grin. 

     “Sure thing, Elder McKinley! What do we need to get done?”

[a-mission-in-uganda]

Kevin?

Elroy thought to himself in shock. They hadn’t crossed paths often but when they were they had been polite enough. He, unlike most of the other Elders, had never grown to be close enough to his own mission companion. There was always that barrier between them. It was for each other’s safety. His future depending on making a fresh start.

‘Breathe’ he told himself.

‘If you can get past Elder Price, the self proclaimed perfect Mormon, you can survive anything.’ A word of advice to himself, hoping it’d calm him down just a little.

“Well, we’re going to need to look into housing provisions in case we can’t all stay in the mission hut for one reason or another. Hopefully the two of you can find something that can fit all of us that’s still in the village. How does that sound?” McKinley chirped, eyeing the two elders for a reaction.

He was very stressed but doing the best to cope with it. The boys needed a leader and he was their leader still. He could not afford to have a hang up, but if he had to straighten things out, he would. 

[book-of-mormon-rp-blog]

Elder Church reluctantly stood in the living room/dining room hybrid, watching the other Elders do their chores. There was a surrealness to it, how calm and 'normal' they all were. Elroy found himself feeling more like an outsider with every passing day he spent here. None of them probably carried the same weight and guilt of his past, how could he ever have thought he'd fit in?

Connor noticed when one of the others seemed off, or if the were acting strangely. Usually, something was bothering them, or thwy were feeling left out or our of place. Therefore it was his job to step in and see what was up. This situation was no different from that. He took note of hoe Elder Church tended to stand away from the group, so he decided he needed to check in with him. “Good morning.”

[a-mission-in-uganda]

“Elder Mckinley, good mormon- I mean good Morning.” Elder Church quickly answered, attempting to at least look the part of a good mormon boy. “I apologize for slacking off while the other Elders are just so very busy, it’s very lively here.” He said, trying his best to keep himself coherent. He had to fit in, this was supposed to be his new start, right?

[book-of-mormon-rp-blog]

“It’s quite alright, Elder. Not everybody is perfect all of the time.” He patted his shoulder for a moment. “Is something bothering you? You seem to be… Upset. Is there anything you would like to, ah, tall about?” He turned to face the other.

[a-mission-in-uganda]

“I hope I’m fitting in alright, Elder McKinley” Elroy smiled widely. There was something lacking in that smile, a genuineness. It was still a smile. Nonthreatening. Normal. “Upset?” Elroy’s voice jumped higher than he’d hoped. Quickly fighting to regain his composure he once again donned that Good Mormon boy ™ persona. “It’s just…very different, here in Uganda.” That it was. Yet he felt not as out of place here as he’d thought he would. He hadn’t had much growing up and certainly not the best of things. He supposed he could be accostumed to these sorts of living conditions.

[book-of-mormon-rp-blog]

He nodded his head a little and dropped his hand to his side once more, putting them into his pockets. “You seem to be fitting in very well, the other elders along with myself enjoy you being here with us.”

“Yes, living here certainly is a big shift, I would most definitely agree with that. If you’re having trouble adjusting, I’ll gladly talk to you about it. Or, if you just need to talk in general. Alright?”

[a-mission-in-uganda]

Elroy kept that smile plastered on his face, small signs of the facade beginning the crack. It was almost sickeningly sweet how Elder McKinely was treating him.

If only they knew what he was really like. Who he used to be.

Who you still are. Came a thought in the back of his mind.

“Elder Mckinley, can I ask you a question?” Elroy proposed, looking around. Hopefully no one would find his question suspicious.

“Do you really think anyone can change? No matter how bad they were?”

[book-of-mormon-rp-blog]

He pursed his lips in thought for a moment, thinking about how he was to go about answering the question.

It was obvious that there was a reason that he was asking such a question. He supposed something could be bothering him.

“Yes, I do believe that people can change, no mstter hoe awful they once were.”

[a-mission-in-uganda]

Elder Church figured that’s what Elder McKinley would have said-was he really going to expect him to say otherwise? It would certainly go against the belief wouldn’t it?

He felt silly for asking.

“There’s got to be a line drawn somewhere, right? Like- like people who steal or cheat…or are alcoholics.” He added in that last line tentatively. He could have said ‘people who beat their wives’ but decided Elder McKinley might get too concerned about him.

And if he dug too deep he’d find out how horrible one of the Elders under his care really was and Elder Church wasn’t ready to be outcast yet again. Not here where he had no where to go. Not now when he was trying so hard to turn over a new leaf. 

[book-of-mormon-rp-blog]

He turned to the other snd squinted at him for a momrnt, eyes running over his face as if he could read him like a book. Unfortunately, he could do no such thing.

It was obvious to him that there was some kind of underlying issue here. Something that the other wanted to talk about, but at the same time, didn’t. Which was very understandable, in his opinion.

“Is there something that you’re trying to tell me, Elder Church?” He raised an eyebrow at him, taking note of the fact that he looked rather hesitant and uncomfortable with the situation he’d gotten himself into.

“Anything? Anything at all?”

[a-mission-in-uganda]

Had he been to obvious? Elroy thought to himself disdainfully. He’d been trying to be subtle but then again nothing really got past Elder McKinley. No, he was too sharp witted for that.

“Oh, well, I was thinking, none of us are really free from sin.” Elroy started, scrambling for a way to mask at least part of himself. This sin of his.

“I’ve been thinking...about things. Old...things. Back home.”

The other Elders were minding their own business, but Elroy knew better. People always listen, people always talk.

“Elder McKinley, could we talk in private?” 

[biblebelieved-blog]

The former District Nine of the LSD Church was now on it's own. Fallen from grace and persevering through willpower, the Elders were a different set of busy than what they had been used to. They were gathered around, waiting for Elder McKinley to give them their daily chores. "Alright, Elders, let's get to the point. We need to get this place up and running before the supplies from the Church run out. We're doing good for now, but I want to be prepared before then." (a mission in uganda)

@a-mission-in-uganda

☕

     THE COFFEE IN HIS HAND WAS WARM, BUT NOT NEARLY AS HOT AS STUPID AFRICA. 

     Standing there under the sun, Kevin wondered if they would ever manage to get the place ‘UP and RUNNING’ to the point of putting UP a RUNNING Air Conditioner. He was as tired as he was exasperated, and a positive outlook seemed OUT OF HIS REACH when his BEST FRIEND wasn’t even there. Taking a sip of his drink, he listened to Elder McKinley ( were they still even considered ‘Elders’ ? ) halfheartedly, pressing his lips together as he waited for his assignment. 

     He would play his part in helping make Uganda a better place–

But he sure as HELL wasn’t doing it before he finished his cup of coffee. 

[a-mission-in-uganda]

“Elder Cunningham is busy doing work with the Villagers this week and Elder Davis is sick. Luckily, this means we still have an even number of Elders to pair up.” Elder McKinley glanced around the room, quickly giving it some thought. 

“Elder Price, you’ll be working with Elder Church for the time being.” He announced. It was a deliberate move. He knew Elder Church had decent upper body strength, and Kevin could reach things Church could not. 

There was another reason to that, one on a more personal level.

“Now everyone, here are your assignments for today. Elder Thomas and I will be making phone calls and writing letters to contacts we know who might be able to help with funding. Elder Zelder and Elder Michaels will go into town to see what they can find out from the Officials to see what resources we could possibly utilize. 

Elder Neeley and Elder Schrader will be looking into what food and supplies we have available so we know how to manage it.

Elder Price? You’re going to be paired up with Elder Church for the time being. I hope that isn’t going to be a problem?” He asked, not really asking but rather telling.

[church-of-arnold-asks]

Elder Thomas knew the routine Elder McKinley liked to keep the rest of the mission hut to. How could he not? All things considered, Elder Thomas prided himself on being his companion, a role he sought to uphold with dignity. "Good Morning, Elder McKinley. It's a new day, after all." (a-mission-in-uganda)

“A new day of the same old thing,” he pointed out with a huff. Elder McKinley always made sure he was the first missionary up and the first one to be ready. It was his duty as district leader to be there for his mission brothers after all. But the early mornings were beginning to take their toll as he tried his best to rub the bags beneath his eyes away. “Never mind, good morning to you too,” he turned from where he stood by his dresser, at this point he was already dressed. “Anything you need to get done today?”

[a-mission-in-uganda]

“Just the usual mormon duties, my District Leader.” Elder Thomas responded, a pleasant smile crossing his face. 

“The real question, if you need me to do anything for you. After all, I know you’ve got much on your plate.” Mathias chirped cheerfully. He took great pride in helping Elder McKinley any way he could. It showed that he was special, that his duties were different from the others. He was more than capable of stepping up to the duties and responsibilities that came, as a by product of his companion’s role. 

Not everyone could say that they were partners with the district leader.

“I know that we’ve still got a few things to fix around the mission hut from the past week. Elder Zelder still hasn’t fixed that one pipe in the bathroom sink and Elder Michaels insists he can still fix it.” He began, rattling off the list of things that still needed to be done aside from their usual duties as mormons. 

[church-of-arnold-asks]

He let out a long and drawn out groan as he slumped back onto the bed. “Gosh, how did I forget this place is falling apart?” the groan became mixed with a sigh. “It’s like, as soon as one thing is fixed ten more things fall apart.”

Trying to find one solution to their many problems he slumped over, his head cradled in his hands. He needed a break. Day after day of the same old thing If it weren’t for the kind helping hands of his companion then he would’ve broken months ago. It didn’t help that they were all still technically excommunicated. Heck, he deserved a break.

But that was when an idea came creeping in. He sat up straight again and gazed over at Elder Thomas. “Hey, if you wouldn’t mind could you be a dear and find out everything that needs to be mended around here,” He stood up. “Then, if that’s not already too much, make out a list for me of everything we need to buy. If Michaels says he can fix the sink then we shouldn’t need to hire anyone, we can do it ourselves.”

Drumming his fingers across his lips he hummed, sketching out his plan. “I can work out the costs and we could make a trip to the next town over. Just a small, overnight stay perhaps, we’d still be working but I think a little break could do us some good. What do you think?”

[a-mission-in-uganda]

“You’re a very stressed man, Connor.” Mathias reminded him. “It’s not unusual for people to forget. On top of your paperwork, you’ve already much to do.” Poptarts wouldn’t want to take his place and deal with it all, but he should at least share the pain. He was supposed to be his companion, there to help him in his neediest times. And if those times were all the time, then so be it.

He’d made the commitment and he was here to see it through.

“Of course, Elder McKinley. I’d do anything for you.” Mathias’s voice dropped, changing tone from one of professionalism to one of informality.

“I mean anything, Connor. Whether it be work or ..or something personal. I want to help you.” He meant it sincerely, with every fiber of his being. 

“Nothing’s too much for me, I’ll have it ready for you by noon.” 

[church-of-arnold-asks]

Though he never let the other Elders address him by his first name, the sound of it rolling off his companion’s lips was music to his ears. A sheepish smile spread across his face and to hide his blush he had to turn away for a moment.

“Thank you,” he turned back to Mathias “Seriously, you’re the best. I know I can count on you,”

He stood up again, smoothing out his uniform. “And if it does appear to be far too much work, just come to me and I’ll sort you out,” he said with a mostly unintended wink.

[a-mission-in-uganda]

“I’m sure I can handle this much, Connor. It’s my job to help you get yours done.”  Even if it wasn’t, he certainly wasn’t about to let his Mission Companion be swamped with even more work. 

“Elder Michaels, Elder Zelder, if I may speak to you both?” Elder Thomas asked with his big bright eyes. He knew his small size and youthful face could undermine his efforts to be taken seriously. He had his methods to this, however.

Elder Zelders looked up from what he was doing previously.

“Of course, Elder Thomas. What can we do for you?” Elder Zelder pushed his glasses back where they belonged. In the Ugandan heat they had a tendency to slide down from the sweat now and again.

“Elder McKinley and I will be going out to town to buy supplies to fix things around the mission hut. I’m asking the two of you if you happen to have a list of what we need? Also has Elder Michaels fixed the sink yet, Elder Zelder?” Mathias inquired in his most ‘professional’ yet friendly voice. 

“Greg’s fixing the sink as we speak, or he’s trying to. I can think of at least 3 things off the top of my head. Schrader and Neeley probably have an idea as well.” 

“I’d like to have a list to give to Elder McKinley before noon. I don’t believe it should take that long, should it?” 

“Not at all, Elder Thomas.”

The shortest of all the Elders knocked on the door to Elder McKinley’s office, list in hand. 

“I’ve done what you’ve asked for, Connor. It’s here, the whole list. Michaels has partially fixed the sink. It’s not leaking as much this time.” 

[book-of-mormon-rp-blog]

Elder Church reluctantly stood in the living room/dining room hybrid, watching the other Elders do their chores. There was a surrealness to it, how calm and 'normal' they all were. Elroy found himself feeling more like an outsider with every passing day he spent here. None of them probably carried the same weight and guilt of his past, how could he ever have thought he'd fit in?

Connor noticed when one of the others seemed off, or if the were acting strangely. Usually, something was bothering them, or thwy were feeling left out or our of place. Therefore it was his job to step in and see what was up. This situation was no different from that. He took note of hoe Elder Church tended to stand away from the group, so he decided he needed to check in with him. “Good morning.”

[a-mission-in-uganda]

“Elder Mckinley, good mormon- I mean good Morning.” Elder Church quickly answered, attempting to at least look the part of a good mormon boy. “I apologize for slacking off while the other Elders are just so very busy, it’s very lively here.” He said, trying his best to keep himself coherent. He had to fit in, this was supposed to be his new start, right?

[book-of-mormon-rp-blog]

“It’s quite alright, Elder. Not everybody is perfect all of the time.” He patted his shoulder for a moment. “Is something bothering you? You seem to be… Upset. Is there anything you would like to, ah, tall about?” He turned to face the other.

[a-mission-in-uganda]

“I hope I’m fitting in alright, Elder McKinley” Elroy smiled widely. There was something lacking in that smile, a genuineness. It was still a smile. Nonthreatening. Normal. “Upset?” Elroy’s voice jumped higher than he’d hoped. Quickly fighting to regain his composure he once again donned that Good Mormon boy ™ persona. “It’s just…very different, here in Uganda.” That it was. Yet he felt not as out of place here as he’d thought he would. He hadn’t had much growing up and certainly not the best of things. He supposed he could be accostumed to these sorts of living conditions.

[book-of-mormon-rp-blog]

He nodded his head a little and dropped his hand to his side once more, putting them into his pockets. “You seem to be fitting in very well, the other elders along with myself enjoy you being here with us.”

“Yes, living here certainly is a big shift, I would most definitely agree with that. If you’re having trouble adjusting, I’ll gladly talk to you about it. Or, if you just need to talk in general. Alright?”

[a-mission-in-uganda]

Elroy kept that smile plastered on his face, small signs of the facade beginning the crack. It was almost sickeningly sweet how Elder McKinely was treating him.

If only they knew what he was really like. Who he used to be.

Who you still are. Came a thought in the back of his mind.

“Elder Mckinley, can I ask you a question?” Elroy proposed, looking around. Hopefully no one would find his question suspicious.

“Do you really think anyone can change? No matter how bad they were?”

[book-of-mormon-rp-blog]

He pursed his lips in thought for a moment, thinking about how he was to go about answering the question.

It was obvious that there was a reason that he was asking such a question. He supposed something could be bothering him.

“Yes, I do believe that people can change, no mstter hoe awful they once were.”

[a-mission-in-uganda]

Elder Church figured that’s what Elder McKinley would have said-was he really going to expect him to say otherwise? It would certainly go against the belief wouldn’t it?

He felt silly for asking.

“There’s got to be a line drawn somewhere, right? Like- like people who steal or cheat...or are alcoholics.” He added in that last line tentatively. He could have said ‘people who beat their wives’ but decided Elder McKinley might get too concerned about him.

And if he dug too deep he’d find out how horrible one of the Elders under his care really was and Elder Church wasn’t ready to be outcast yet again. Not here where he had no where to go. Not now when he was trying so hard to turn over a new leaf. 

[church-of-arnold-asks]

Elder Thomas knew the routine Elder McKinley liked to keep the rest of the mission hut to. How could he not? All things considered, Elder Thomas prided himself on being his companion, a role he sought to uphold with dignity. "Good Morning, Elder McKinley. It's a new day, after all." (a-mission-in-uganda)

“A new day of the same old thing,” he pointed out with a huff. Elder McKinley always made sure he was the first missionary up and the first one to be ready. It was his duty as district leader to be there for his mission brothers after all. But the early mornings were beginning to take their toll as he tried his best to rub the bags beneath his eyes away. “Never mind, good morning to you too,” he turned from where he stood by his dresser, at this point he was already dressed. “Anything you need to get done today?”

[a-mission-in-uganda]

“Just the usual mormon duties, my District Leader.” Elder Thomas responded, a pleasant smile crossing his face. 

“The real question, if you need me to do anything for you. After all, I know you’ve got much on your plate.” Mathias chirped cheerfully. He took great pride in helping Elder McKinley any way he could. It showed that he was special, that his duties were different from the others. He was more than capable of stepping up to the duties and responsibilities that came, as a by product of his companion’s role. 

Not everyone could say that they were partners with the district leader.

“I know that we’ve still got a few things to fix around the mission hut from the past week. Elder Zelder still hasn’t fixed that one pipe in the bathroom sink and Elder Michaels insists he can still fix it.” He began, rattling off the list of things that still needed to be done aside from their usual duties as mormons. 

[church-of-arnold-asks]

He let out a long and drawn out groan as he slumped back onto the bed. “Gosh, how did I forget this place is falling apart?” the groan became mixed with a sigh. “It’s like, as soon as one thing is fixed ten more things fall apart.”

Trying to find one solution to their many problems he slumped over, his head cradled in his hands. He needed a break. Day after day of the same old thing If it weren’t for the kind helping hands of his companion then he would’ve broken months ago. It didn’t help that they were all still technically excommunicated. Heck, he deserved a break.

But that was when an idea came creeping in. He sat up straight again and gazed over at Elder Thomas. “Hey, if you wouldn’t mind could you be a dear and find out everything that needs to be mended around here,” He stood up. “Then, if that’s not already too much, make out a list for me of everything we need to buy. If Michaels says he can fix the sink then we shouldn’t need to hire anyone, we can do it ourselves.”

Drumming his fingers across his lips he hummed, sketching out his plan. “I can work out the costs and we could make a trip to the next town over. Just a small, overnight stay perhaps, we’d still be working but I think a little break could do us some good. What do you think?”

[a-mission-in-uganda]

“You’re a very stressed man, Connor.” Mathias reminded him. “It’s not unusual for people to forget. On top of your paperwork, you’ve already much to do.” Poptarts wouldn’t want to take his place and deal with it all, but he should at least share the pain. He was supposed to be his companion, there to help him in his neediest times. And if those times were all the time, then so be it.

He’d made the commitment and he was here to see it through.

“Of course, Elder McKinley. I’d do anything for you.” Mathias’s voice dropped, changing tone from one of professionalism to one of informality.

“I mean anything, Connor. Whether it be work or ..or something personal. I want to help you.” He meant it sincerely, with every fiber of his being. 

“Nothing’s too much for me, I’ll have it ready for you by noon.” 

[book-of-mormon-rp-blog]

Elder Church reluctantly stood in the living room/dining room hybrid, watching the other Elders do their chores. There was a surrealness to it, how calm and 'normal' they all were. Elroy found himself feeling more like an outsider with every passing day he spent here. None of them probably carried the same weight and guilt of his past, how could he ever have thought he'd fit in?

Connor noticed when one of the others seemed off, or if the were acting strangely. Usually, something was bothering them, or thwy were feeling left out or our of place. Therefore it was his job to step in and see what was up. This situation was no different from that. He took note of hoe Elder Church tended to stand away from the group, so he decided he needed to check in with him. “Good morning.”

[a-mission-in-uganda]

“Elder Mckinley, good mormon- I mean good Morning.” Elder Church quickly answered, attempting to at least look the part of a good mormon boy. “I apologize for slacking off while the other Elders are just so very busy, it’s very lively here.” He said, trying his best to keep himself coherent. He had to fit in, this was supposed to be his new start, right?

[book-of-mormon-rp-blog]

“It’s quite alright, Elder. Not everybody is perfect all of the time.” He patted his shoulder for a moment. “Is something bothering you? You seem to be… Upset. Is there anything you would like to, ah, tall about?” He turned to face the other.

[a-mission-in-uganda]

“I hope I’m fitting in alright, Elder McKinley” Elroy smiled widely. There was something lacking in that smile, a genuineness. It was still a smile. Nonthreatening. Normal. “Upset?” Elroy’s voice jumped higher than he’d hoped. Quickly fighting to regain his composure he once again donned that Good Mormon boy ™ persona. “It’s just…very different, here in Uganda.” That it was. Yet he felt not as out of place here as he’d thought he would. He hadn’t had much growing up and certainly not the best of things. He supposed he could be accostumed to these sorts of living conditions.

[book-of-mormon-rp-blog]

He nodded his head a little and dropped his hand to his side once more, putting them into his pockets. “You seem to be fitting in very well, the other elders along with myself enjoy you being here with us.”

“Yes, living here certainly is a big shift, I would most definitely agree with that. If you’re having trouble adjusting, I’ll gladly talk to you about it. Or, if you just need to talk in general. Alright?”

[a-mission-in-uganda]

Elroy kept that smile plastered on his face, small signs of the facade beginning the crack. It was almost sickeningly sweet how Elder McKinely was treating him.

If only they knew what he was really like. Who he used to be.

Who you still are. Came a thought in the back of his mind.

“Elder Mckinley, can I ask you a question?” Elroy proposed, looking around. Hopefully no one would find his question suspicious.

“Do you really think anyone can change? No matter how bad they were?”

[a-mission-in-uganda]

Will be more active after the wedding this Sunday

[book-of-mormon-rp-blog]

Elder Church reluctantly stood in the living room/dining room hybrid, watching the other Elders do their chores. There was a surrealness to it, how calm and 'normal' they all were. Elroy found himself feeling more like an outsider with every passing day he spent here. None of them probably carried the same weight and guilt of his past, how could he ever have thought he'd fit in?

Connor noticed when one of the others seemed off, or if the were acting strangely. Usually, something was bothering them, or thwy were feeling left out or our of place. Therefore it was his job to step in and see what was up. This situation was no different from that. He took note of hoe Elder Church tended to stand away from the group, so he decided he needed to check in with him. “Good morning.”

[a-mission-in-uganda]

“Elder Mckinley, good mormon- I mean good Morning.” Elder Church quickly answered, attempting to at least look the part of a good mormon boy. “I apologize for slacking off while the other Elders are just so very busy, it’s very lively here.” He said, trying his best to keep himself coherent. He had to fit in, this was supposed to be his new start, right?

[book-of-mormon-rp-blog]

“It’s quite alright, Elder. Not everybody is perfect all of the time.” He patted his shoulder for a moment. “Is something bothering you? You seem to be… Upset. Is there anything you would like to, ah, tall about?” He turned to face the other.

[a-mission-in-uganda]

"I hope I'm fitting in alright, Elder McKinley" Elroy smiled widely. There was something lacking in that smile, a genuineness. It was still a smile. Nonthreatening. Normal. "Upset?" Elroy's voice jumped higher than he'd hoped. Quickly fighting to regain his composure he once again donned that Good Mormon boy (tm) persona. "It's just...very different, here in Uganda." That it was. Yet he felt not as out of place here as he'd thought he would. He hadn't had much growing up and certainly not the best of things. He supposed he could be accostumed to these sorts of living conditions.

[book-of-mormon-rp-blog]

Elder Church reluctantly stood in the living room/dining room hybrid, watching the other Elders do their chores. There was a surrealness to it, how calm and 'normal' they all were. Elroy found himself feeling more like an outsider with every passing day he spent here. None of them probably carried the same weight and guilt of his past, how could he ever have thought he'd fit in?

Connor noticed when one of the others seemed off, or if the were acting strangely. Usually, something was bothering them, or thwy were feeling left out or our of place. Therefore it was his job to step in and see what was up. This situation was no different from that. He took note of hoe Elder Church tended to stand away from the group, so he decided he needed to check in with him. “Good morning.”

[a-mission-in-uganda]

"Elder Mckinley, good mormon- I mean good Morning." Elder Church quickly answered, attempting to at least look the part of a good mormon boy. "I apologize for slacking off while the other Elders are just so very busy, it's very lively here." He said, trying his best to keep himself coherent. He had to fit in, this was supposed to be his new start, right?

[falsettosstuff]

Hi!

Hello to all of my 8 followers… If any of you are interested in the book of mormon, would you possibly go check out my Connor McKinley ask blog

@ask-elder-mckinley

or my BOM rp blog?

@book-of-mormon-rp-blog

Thanks!

[a-mission-in-uganda]

I heard you're looking for a BOM RP partner?

[church-of-arnold-asks]

Elder Thomas knew the routine Elder McKinley liked to keep the rest of the mission hut to. How could he not? All things considered, Elder Thomas prided himself on being his companion, a role he sought to uphold with dignity. "Good Morning, Elder McKinley. It's a new day, after all." (a-mission-in-uganda)

“A new day of the same old thing,” he pointed out with a huff. Elder McKinley always made sure he was the first missionary up and the first one to be ready. It was his duty as district leader to be there for his mission brothers after all. But the early mornings were beginning to take their toll as he tried his best to rub the bags beneath his eyes away. “Never mind, good morning to you too,” he turned from where he stood by his dresser, at this point he was already dressed. “Anything you need to get done today?”

[a-mission-in-uganda]

“Just the usual mormon duties, my District Leader.” Elder Thomas responded, a pleasant smile crossing his face. 

“The real question, if you need me to do anything for you. After all, I know you’ve got much on your plate.” Mathias chirped cheerfully. He took great pride in helping Elder McKinley any way he could. It showed that he was special, that his duties were different from the others. He was more than capable of stepping up to the duties and responsibilities that came, as a by product of his companion’s role. 

Not everyone could say that they were partners with the district leader.

“I know that we’ve still got a few things to fix around the mission hut from the past week. Elder Zelder still hasn’t fixed that one pipe in the bathroom sink and Elder Michaels insists he can still fix it.” He began, rattling off the list of things that still needed to be done aside from their usual duties as mormons. 

[a-mission-in-uganda]

you know what? fuck it

I’m a multimuse BOM RP blog mainly for the D9 Elders although I’ve been considering doing the Villagers as well in the near ish future 

I love doing AUs but I’m down for doing cannon threads. HMU if interested.

[cerulean-phasmid]

Hey! I’m doing rp again! My favourite ships to rp are McPriceley, Churchtarts and McPoptarts! Message me if you’re interested!!!

[a-mission-in-uganda]

(I'm a multimuse blog for the D9 elders if you're interested)

[a-mission-in-uganda]

god damn I haven’t been here in literal months

what the fuck

[rp-memes-musings-blog]

Send me 💕 to ask my muse on a date.

[a-mission-in-uganda]

I’m bored so uh send some asks even if it’s not RP related?

or a drabble request?

anything?