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Many...people suffer burns due to the recent festivities. I have no idea what explosives are to patriotic independence, but the burn ward is very active.

[Dean]
We've not spoken in some time.

Why don't people celebrate the summer solstice here any more? Is it forgotten?

I want to go home

Everyone is always bored or missing people on this thing. Including me. So screw it.

Top five people in town you'd sleep with. Everyone tell me theirs. (I don't care if they're married/dating/into the wrong gender/from a world where they're actually a rabbit. It doesn't have to make sense.)

No picking people who aren't here anymore, because then it's not as funny.

Not to sound maudlin, but I do miss home. Or more accurately, some of the people there. I'd probably miss them much less very quickly if they were here, since a bored Buffy inevitably led to noises or excessive puns, but I do miss them.

Faith, Wesley, how does dinner strike you? Or a movie. Or anything aside from a book or the telly.

The only thing I find myself hating about this place is that when you need to get away, there aren't many places to go. I thought about going camping but I don't think me in the woods is good plan.

So, if anyone needs me, I'll be building a telescope on the roof. Don't worry, the only thing I've drank today is tea and soda. There will be no bottles falling from the sky this time.

There are at least twelve different shows airing that all showcase the lives of people who don't seem to do anything but drink and complain. And I realize that saying something to complain about that is hypocritical, but I am not on TV talking about it, so I've chosen not to care.

Good god, I can actually see myself becoming someone's cranky and least favorite eccentric uncle. This is what happens when there are no demons to keep you busy.

...This is not where I intended to land.

I require assistance, but my phone is running out of minutes. I didn't realize I would still need it.

So this is.... nice? I assume, having never actually been to America before. Seen it on tv, obviously, but that all tends to be cities, which this clearly is not. (Not that I think tv is in any way accurate. I think half of those cities are actually Canadian, for starters, and also no one ever says goodbye before hanging up the phone, which is a bit rude.) Very quaint though, 7/10. Good small town vibe without being overly urban legend creepy.

Uh, not sure if it shows my name on here, sorry. Ianto. It's said exactly how it's spelled, before anyone asks.

Any of you people play an instrument or belong in a band?

I think I've become more accustomed to this place. While it is still odd, being some approximation of alive again, it isn't quite as bad as it could have been. I still miss

Faith, if you drink straight from the milk carton again, I will shoot you. It will be somewhere non-fatal, but painful. Just thought you'd like to know.

From what I've learned here, it seems like to prepare properly for life in this town, I would have been better off reading comic books and cartoons than I was doing anything of use. At least then I'd have some idea what anyone was talking about.

It's an odd comfort to know that even in an alternate world inhabited by fairy tales, American teenagers have no sense of history.

You know, this normal life thing?

It's alright. I've been here for a while and I miss Sam like hell but I haven't had to run for my life once. No apocalypses to stop or angels to deal with. Nothing to hunt. My girlfriend is here and safe. I don't get twitchy walking down the street at night. I may actually get to be an old man someday if I stay here.

I don't know why I started thinking about all this. It's just nice, I guess, to not be the person I am back there. Son of a bitch, enough of this sappy stuff, I'm going to get pie.

My sister was sent home again.

Does anyone know where I can get lessons on self defense? Nothing happened or anything but I just let myself get creeped out on the walk home. I'm definitely not getting a gun and I was learning a little back home.

I realized I haven't really come out and said it, so there's probably a lot of people even in my social circle who don't really know.

I'm a vampire now.

Before anyone gets worked up, it was my choice. I was dying and losing my mind and possibly had an evil parasite thing inside me, and now I'm fine. I'm good. I mean, sure I'm technically dead, but it's better than being completely dead, as far as I'm concerned. Yeah, I know, I'm sixteen. I don't know what I want. I don't care. I like being alive.

And no, it isn't easy. Cravings are hard, and I'm definitely worried I'll slip up and eat someone. But there are resources here to help and it's probably easier than it would be somewhere that I'd have to hide what I am now. It definitely sucks not being able to go outside during the day, and I'm kind of going a little stir crazy around the apartment, but Cora's been good about bringing me my school work, so it gives me something to do. I guess the weirdest part is that I sort of feel like everything's turned up to eleven. Not just senses, which is kind of a given, but like...me. In general.

But...yeah. I'm a vampire now. Deal with it.

Well, now Cleveland is beginning to look like it was a better alternative after all.

I was greeted by a fairy dressed as a nun, and then told to talk to people via a tiny computer. I'm not entirely sure this isn't a hell dimension. But hello, then. If it's demons bent on torment reading this, just bring on some hellishly fancy coffee and modern pop music and you'll be amply set to torture properly.

So, I’ve been sitting here with this mocha trying to figure out what I’m doing. There are so many networks to look at, and this laptop is really a piece of work, to think back to my old clunky one…science never stops with the impressing. I think I’m trying to just not think about the Hellmouth right now, somehow it has to have something to do with this. I mean, you don’t just kill stop that much evil with no backlash, right? This mocha is really good, whipped cream goodness on top. Oh, oh! Hi, by the way, hi. I’m Willow Rosenberg of Sunnydale California, it doesn’t exist anymore…I wonder if it ever existed here.

This isn’t exactly my first dimensional crazy fun time; only, my counterpart was the one that came through. Little different being on the other side. I am ramble girl right now, sorry. There’s just so much to take in still, did I mention this is a really good mocha? Sugar rush, here I come!

It has come to my attention that there is a large magical community in this town, and yet no shop or any good place for resources! So with that in mind I will be seeing about opening up a magical supply shop, given that running one is the only job I've ever had, and I hope to open soon. After I get things. Like licences and so forth.

Rupert

So in my effort to catch up on computers and the internet I have discovered a website called Tumblr. On it I found this post.

Something you didn't tell me?

So, I've decided. This place is the coolest place ever and I never wanna leave it!

I suppose I should thank whoever is responsible for bringing me here and saving me from a pretty bad apocalypse

Thank you person I probably don't know. But since I didn't ask you to do it, I don't owe you anything, so I hope that's not why you did it. If it is, too bad.

Filtered to Giles

I got a question.

I'm Oz. I'm seeking musically inclined individuals for a jam session.

They said Tara is here. I asked them and they said she's here! Please. Please, someone tell me where she is. I have to see her. I just got here and I don't really know where everything is yet and I'm trying to figure out this new technology (which is really neat by the way), but it's really important I see Tara Maclay. If this is some kind of joke... well, let's just say we should all hope it isn't.

I just wanted to take a minute to extend a warm welcome to all of our new neighbours here! I know Storybrooke is a small town, and very different to what a lot of you are used to, but I hope you'll enjoy your stay with us.

My name is Belle, and I'm opening the library under the clock tower once it's up to scratch. It's still a little dusty in there, and I have a lot of books to index before the place is fit for the public. I want to set up a few fun events for the library for bookish types, like a book club, or meetings for fans of particular series, that sort of thing. I'm going to be looking for some staff to help me run the place too, so if you're interested, drop me a line!

Additionally, if anyone brought books with them that they would like to share with other people, I'd be happy to set up a system for that!

East Coast. Hmm.

I'd say this was new, but I'm pretty sure I already did the magic portal thing before. I'm guessing no one is going to make me princess in this dimension, but as long as you aren't making me or anyone else a slave I'll try not to complain too much.

Oh yeah. I'm Cordelia Chase.

While this is preferable to what was surely going to happen to me, I'm not sure if I appreciate being kidnapped against my will. Now, is there anyone here that I should be aware of? Rupert, Buffy, Willow, Xander?

You know, I get that I've got a lot of bad karma coming my way, but saving the world doesn't warrant a week off and sleeping in without someone jacking you off to another dimension?

Beats Sunnydale crater though.

Now I'm up and screwed over though, might as well eat. Is somewhere named Granny's really practically the only place to go?

Wow. This is really something, isn't it?

I don't think I've ever really seen magic on this scale before. It's really incredible. I mean, it's all very surprising and inconvenient, and I'm not sure I like it at all, but it's definitely...wow.

Oh. Right. I'm Tara. I'm from Sunnydale, that's in California. And from quite a few years ago, apparently. It's nice to be here. I mean, it would be nicer to be home, but it's still nice to be here. Everyone's been really helpful.

I'm beginning to get real sick and bloody tired of sodding magic bouncing me around from here to there. First that shiny bauble somehow got me to LA from Sunnydale then whatever this was that brought me here. And who names a town Storybrooke? Didn't think there was anything worst than Sunnydale. Anyone know where a guy can get some pig's blood around here?

My name is Mr Giles. I arrived here earlier this afternoon. I'm looking for a young woman by the name of Buffy Summers.

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!]