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Apparently it's that time of year where I miss my other best friend. I blame movie theaters.

What's going on?

What is this?

Rose? Where are you?

I'm not being shot at. I can't sneak into bars. Dance halls are a thing of the past. What do people actually do here? Why are there no teenagers here? Not that I know how to talk to them or interact with them but I could, at least, watch them and pretend I know

Really?  Random town, Maine?  Isn't there somewhere better I could have been mysteriously sent to?

Somebody has approximately five seconds to explain why I'm here and not at my wedding.

I need a ship and rum.

Who's with me?

No more magic barrier?

Sweet. I am SO out of here.

So the staff at the middle school put together a team for the local co-ed softball league. I joined up but we're actually a little short on players. Any takers? The schedule is pretty flexible. Just play when you can make it. Spectators are always welcome, too.

Snow!!!!

Who's up for an epic snowball fight?

A few months ago I announced that there would -- for the first time -- be an election for the office of Mayor and Deputy Mayor. In that very same announcement I declared my intentions to run along with whoever else qualified. Shortly thereafter an announcement went out that Sheriff Swan would be retiring. Since then my office has been tirelessly working on getting everything prepared for the elections, which as of today, has an official date:

On Tuesday, March 1, 2016 everyone 16 and above can cast their votes at Town Hall.

All candidates have until the close of business on Friday, December 29th to official declare they will be running. This can be done in person or by delivering a signed letter to my office.

Qualifications to run can be found here and here. They are also posted just outside the entrance to Town Hall.

And on Tuesday, January 5, 2016 all candidates will gather on the stage in Town Hall and convince you all to vote for them. More information will be released after the holiday.

It is with a heavy heart, that after weeks of self reflection and discussions with those in my inner circle, I am announcing that I have decided to pull my name from those running. While serving as your Mayor has been an absolute pleasure it is time I shifted my focus and experience something new. Victoria, I wish you luck and you certainly will always have my full support.

Right. So things worth noting right now.

1. I'm in the States. I'm the state of Maine, in a town called Storybook, to be precise.
   
2. I've been transported here by a magical portal of sorts. Apparently, the magic here is different from what I'm used to.
   
3. I shall need to find a job, since I'm going to be here for awhile, and am going to have to provide for myself.
   
4. Magic exists here, so there's no need in hiding that I'm a witch.

Right, then. Now that I've gotten those things out of the way, I may as well introduce myself. My name is Hermione Granger. I'm eighteen years of age, and I've just graduated from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardy, which where I come from, is a school in the Untied Kingdom where young witches and wizards go to harness their abilities and become successful members of magical society afterward. I'm a Muggle-born, which means that neither of my parents have any magical blood in them whatsoever, so I am also well-versed in somethings that wizards that haven't grown up around Muggles or have never taken a Muggle studies class aren't, such as how to use a telephone, or operate a car.

I was top in my class at Hogwarts. I'm very good all manners of spells, translating ancient ruins, and brewing potions. I'm also very organized, have excellent typing skills, and good with numbers.

You know, I can totally get on board with any holiday that involves mass quantities of food.

I'm also on board with anything that gets me out of going to school for a few days.

Small little Maine town. And here I was starting to think maybe I'd just made this whole place up. Small miracles I guess. Except for the part where I miss thanksgiving. Are there leftovers available anywhere because I am starving.

So people can just vanish at random here?

That's really fucked up.

i made a mistake.

[Filtered to Ward]
can i ask you something personal?

I know I've spent a majority of my life on Tatooine but I don't remember ever hearing about Maine.

Wow, normal school is boring.

I miss my combat classes. Don't suppose you guys have a good gym or something?

[ FILTERED TO UNDER 21s ]

What do you guys do for fun around here, anyway?

This was a hell of a way to get out of detention. Was that mayor lady for real? Magic portals and fairy tales are pretty out there even for me.

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Everyone from home is gone again.

God, I'm getting sick of this

What the hell is this?

Why am I here?

Someone explain right the hell now?

So, there's really no way home? Damnit! How am I going to tell Adrian that I lost Sydney. Again.

Has, anyone seen a blonde girl? With a tattoo of a lily on her cheek? How am I going to find Jill without her?

[ filtered away from sam; ]

If anyone gets the smart idea to mention this "Supernatural" show to my brother, I will cut your throat. Don't think I won't. I'm not trying to be mean here or anything, but it's just a request. Me, asking a bunch of random people for a favor. He can't know.

[ public; ]

I think I need a job, I'm almost out of beer money. And the locals are starting to catch on that I'm hustling them.

Let me guess. A found a way to induce hallucinations now. None of this is actually real, is it?

( Filtered to Adrian Ivashkov )

You missed my birthday, by the way. You should probably think about how you're going to make it up to me.

I'm told I should introduce myself. Good thing I'm not antisocial, really.

Hi, I'm Adrian. I just arrived. And, already been tackle hugged by the only person I know here.

But, I have a very important question. Where's the best bar?

[Little Dhampir]

Unless you want to do something else?

Sammy?

Cas?

Crowley?

There's apparently a nun that's the welcoming committee and while that's awesome, I don't plan on staying very long. Places to be, people to see. That and Maine is boring. So if anyone can point in the direction of the nearest exit. I'll leave.

Edit:

Where's a bar so I can drink it?

So, anyone want to spar? Shooting's all well and good, but (gasp! yes, Katie-Kate, I'm still me), but I could use a good workout.

Jess, you're not allowed. Whenever we spar, we just end up making out and nothing gets done. And now our son is traumatized

Volunteers? Anyone? I'm bored.

I still can't believe Lissa's gone again. that's everyone there's no one from

Okay, Storybrooke, I'm bored. This is never a good thing, so someone come entertain me.

Man, never came down sick like that before. What the hell was that? Couldn't breath, felt all hot, and sneezed all over.


Also seems I missed a holiday of a sort. So many new things to learn we didn't have.

So this is the perfect end to the worst birthday party ever Or maybe second worst Most of our parties are terrible

So...I'm in Maine? Because of portals? And...fairytale magic? Must be Thursday

This is real and not some weird...I don't even know...purgatory type place or illusion or...something?

It looks like we have a lot of new people again, so hi. If we haven't already met, I'm
Rose Hathaway. Yeah, the girl from that really horrible movie that looks like Mean Girls with vampires, but trust me it's not really THAT accurate.

Anyway, for those of you who don't know, I run a little gym in town called Tutamen. There's enty of workout equipment and I also teach one on one self-defense classes, so come on by whether you just need a place to work out or you want someone to soar with or teach you how to defend yourself.

Pro-tip for you newbies - go try the pancakes at Granny's. They're amazing. Carbs soaked in more carbs, yum.

i think i'm over being pulled out of my hometown into foreign, otherworldly places. really.

Okay. So not Valhalla. 'Cause Valhalla's supposed to be this big awesome party, not Maine. I mean, sorry Maine, but still, Maine.

Oh well. At least the pancakes at this diner place are amazeballs.

'Sup, Storybrooke? I'm Kenzi.

This is certainly an unexpected turn of events.

Rose? They said you were here.

Seriously? Did I do something to piss the portals off or something?

Everyone from home is gone. Lissa. Sydney. Adrian. Mason. He went home to die again

Lissa's gone.

Just when I think this place is really boring, I get to spar with BUFFY who then invites me to go clubbing.

Totally revising my opinion of Storybrooke to say it is awesome

( filtered against high school students )

Teenagers are the actual worst. Give me demons any day.

I need grown up friends.

Or a sparring partner.

Or a drink. No, Buffy. Beer bad.

Or five minutes where I'm not dealing with the emotional problems of teenagers.

Teen angst is the worst. I swear, I was never this bad at that age. That's probably a lie

( Dawn )

How are you settling in here? Do you like it? Have you met any cute, age-appropriate boys?

( Xander )

So, I was reading some stuff from back home.

And you're my best friend and I love you like a brother, but if you ever try to date my sister ever, I will hit you in the face with my scythe.

Just wanted to get that out there.

Movie night?

I am not used to having so much free time on my hands.

Snow just reminded me that I forgot to do this.  I've been a bit busy, sorry.

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Her name is Ruth.  I'm in love.

So this is Storybrooke. I can't say that I'm impressed. Not that your little village isn't quaint, I've just come to prefer a much more interesting sort of life.

...So I just blew up a couple of zombies. That was.. ew. I know I should be freaking out, but I'm kinda not. Is that weird? Yeah, that's weird. I'm gonna go to the rooftop and pick some off and try and thin the herd from there, so don't go wigging out too much when you hear more fireworks and other explody type things. Kay? I promise, I'm just doing controlled shots, maybe some one hit kills. Not going for mass destruction. It just might get loud. and messy. Not debris messy but "oh look there are zombie guts on my car messy".

And if anyone needs to go out in this mess and wants the added firepower or need me to go paffing some major distractions, let me know.

Are you freaking kidding me?

Someone tell me how to kill these things. I'm guessing a silver stake in the heart won't get it done.

I just bought a few books on the history of Maine, while I know a good amount of it, I realized I’m living in a state that I actually didn’t know as much about as some other states. Now all I need is a good big cup of coffee and a comfy chair.

[Adrian]

Don’t laugh, you are now going to learn all about Maine with me.

[End]

Well, this isn't Tahoe. I'm sure my friends will worry about me.

You know what isn't easy? Finding things to watch on tv that won't make you feel all awkward because you know the actual people on the shows. I mean, there's reality tv, but watching the Biggest Loser just makes me hungry.

Does anyone else have conflicting feelings about being here? I mean, I want to go back home, I miss my brother and my friends, but I also kind of... like the break. Everything in my life has been so horrible lately, it's nice to get some distance. And hey, I seem to have appeared during the middle of a magic crisis of some kind, so it almost feels like home. I'm sure I'll change my mind after a while, but for now I'll just... enjoy the feeling it while it lasts, I guess.

Anyway. Hey, I'm Elena.

It's back. Spirit is back.

I have died more times that I can count. Please tell me I've finally made it to heaven or wherever people go when they're at peace.

I can't keep doing this.