the console network

My apothecary is now open, for those who are interested in herbal remedies and teas. These are not just any herbal remedies - they all are concocted by me, and the herbs used are native to my homeland of Thedas. Though I have many other more universal herbs available as well, such as garlic and sage and cloves.

I am also trained extensively in the art of spirit healing. I felt compelled to grit my teeth and offer thought I would mention that, given the penchant for...getting into trouble around here?

Anyway, my name is Morrigan and you may find my shop in Aboda Village. Idiotic morons, do not bother to show up because I would rather natural selection take care of you.

Hello, my name is Connor. I'm not formally acquainted with everyone who isn't a natural born resident in this world, but I have been reading and analyzing the data you all have provided here on the network. I hope no one minds.

Because I don't need sleep I've been able to scan and locate a few routes of transportation within these different locations, as that seems to be a problem here. The green pipes for instance, seem to be located in each town or city--I've yet to scout the mountain, I don't think I would last long in the weather, but I have noticed a common anomaly in the pipes that should help:

If you wait a few moments and no giant plant appears from it, the pipe can be used for transport. It should take you to the closest city moving clockwise from your current location. As far as a map, it seems some of you are working on that already. If we compile that information together it could prove useful. Oh. There's also bikes in Cerulean City.

Also--I've been unable to locate a robotics or technological store. Does anyone know if that exists here?

I tried to use these 10 coins to buy food and the meat on a stick vendor was not impressed. What are they for?

If anyone sees a large dome, one that just seemingly appeared out of nowhere, I would advise not walking into it.

Unless you enjoy a good fight. Which I assume some of us do.

Okay, real quick. Did anyone recently get anything you didn't have before?

I don’t know if this realm is guarded by magic, but it’s definitely hindering the use of mystic objects and their capabilities. It should probably be important to know how far or much it handicaps abilities. Is anyone else experiencing this? And to what extent.

Private to Hook and Swan:

I’ve fixed the hat. It will make portals but none out of this realm. And it’s never consistent. Any contingency plans?

You turned someone into a rabbit? What the hell Regina!

I think we need to lay down some rules. Like for people who can turn others into rabbits.

Now that we've all enjoyed a few days of adjusting, whining, and flinging around misplaced blame, can we start talking about what exactly this curse is supposed to accomplish? Maybe then we can find out who's responsible and get home.

Unless there's more senseless bitching to be done, of course. Wouldn't want to interrupt that.

I think I might have taken one too many blasts. The last thing I remember is charging at Harbinger in London, and now I'm in some odd looking city.

Someone just let a small fox out of a ball.

Could sense maybe reassert itself? That would be nice.

What the hell is this plant spitting fire balls!?

I was in the desert and now I'm surrounded by little animals what the hell is going on here?

Babe, I have to help some primitive people not die while we go looking for a weapon maker they found. It's mostly to get your sword fixed--but they have lead bullets. So. I'm pretty sure that falls under our jurisdiction of guarding. But also--I promise to take good care of the Godslayer if you'll let me take it with us.

I tried to talk to the colorful bi-ped animals over in New Leaf, friendly people, Rocket would be right at home. There's a Llama couple there that will build anything but weapons so this little excursion is necessary. But I did some fishing there and gathering to trade for some clothes and other goods. If you want anything else built for the cottage they're the ones to see.

How are you feeling

When you've sort of a restless spirit such as myself, and an itch to travel, you spend much of your days exploring - especially after being tossed into a realm where turtles wear shoes and then the next city over, robots are on the outskirts.

Anyway, point is, I found a potentially useful place to stock up on weapons or have them made, which I intend to do - going with a crew might be best, however, so who wants to come with me Jefferson? I'd bring a fair amount of coin if you've got it. And don't come unarmed, even if you've got to use a rock to bludgeon attackers with.

Charming plane of reality, this, though I don't at all recall reading about it in Mordenkainen's Disquisition on the Subject of Planar Travel or in Braum's Glossary of Layered Multiversity. Actually, if this plane is recorded at all in the Cobalt Reserve, I haven't heard of it. It certainly resonates Chaotic, which at least means we aren't in Hell. Relieving!

Perusal of this enchanted box leads me to see there's at least a few wayward travelers snatched from our own Prime Materia. Conterminous dimensional reality is so inconvenient, isn't it? Well, at least we're all connected to one another. Where is everyone staying? I'm not far off the beach yet.

I'm the sorcerer known as Gilmore. A pleasure, under other circumstances.

Defeating little turtles gave me coins. I have used them to pay for housing for a while.

I am still trying to find out if anyone has seen my team friends. Is there any way to find out who all is here?

I don't understand this device. It looks like a strange hunk of plastic.

Is anyone out there? My name is Gamora. I'm in a forest and sopping wet because I landed in a pond when I arrived. I'm not from this planet but I also don't know what this one is called.

There really couldn't have been a worse time to throw me into another middle-of-nowhere shit town.

How is anyone supposed to see anything, anyway? This fog is insane.

What kind of joke is this? I wasn't aware bringing magic back into Storybrooke meant we were going to be playing games.

I think we've all been the butt of this curse long enough to excuse the endurance of another.