welcome to storybrooke ❧ network community

How did I get here? Where's Dean?

Why am I living with a girl? Why are my clothes enormous?

It, uh, turns out that I don't know what to do with free time anymore. Which is crazy, and a little disappointing even to myself.

Should I be getting a job or something?

You know what's sad?

When strange shit just doesn't seem strange anymore.

I remember a time in my life where the concept of adding both vanilla flavoring and cherry to cola kind of freaked me out. Now it's kinda like: oh, man, angels and demons exist? Yeah. Of course. Spells to make people be able to communicate with dogs? Psh. Duh. Whatever. I can look that up while I'm eating my Chex in the morning.

End up in Weirdsville Maine as opposed to Kansas in the space of less than a second without so much as blinking?

Fine. Whatever. Cool.

Bring it on.

Now. Where can I get some cherry vanilla coke?

Right then.

My name is Emma Swan, and I'm the Sheriff here in Storybrooke. You've all met the Mayor, and been given your welcome kits, but if you have any questions, please feel free to ask me, or my deputy, David Nolan.

And if you could all fill this out for me, so I get a feel of who's who, that would be great.

<b>NAME:</b> <b>AGE/DOB:</b> <b>PREVIOUS RESIDENCE:</b> <b>PAST OCCUPATION:</b> <b>ANY SPECIAL SKILLS/ABILITIES:</b> <b>ANY SPECIAL NEEDS:</b> <b>ANYTHING ELSE:</b>


[OOC: Characters, can try to lie, but Emma has had the Blue Fairy charm the form with a spell that prevents people from doing so!]