Good lord this place has sure got populated awfully fast.
Howdy, ya'll. I'd like to introduce myself to the people I haven't yet. And to those who just don't remember my name. I'm Maryanne Walker.
I was the first resident to this lovely island we call Neverland. I'm not entirely sure why it's called Neverland, I left the name calling to Cutler. The giant building that sticks out like a sore thumb is what we affectionately call Isengard. I don't think it's really Isengard because Tolkien never mentioned anything about a radio tower antenna sticking out of the top. It's the easiest way for you to find your way home from the farthest stretches on the island.
And by home I mean the only apartments that have electricity. Thanks to The good Doctor that way home is lit, once you reach the city, if it's after dark. Speaking of dark if you plan on going out after it, keep an eye open, go with a flashlight and a buddy and a weapon. There are weird things out in the woods, and I'm not just talking about the RoUSs or the Dinosaurs.
Er if you guys are hungry, and can't cook... There's a little place down the road from the apartments, called Marryanne's Vittles! I usually do the cooking but I'm about to pop any day now. So I've been talked into taking it easy, at least until Baby Dixon makes his grand debut.
I'm all for having a town meeting of sorts, if you guys are, so we can get a head count. Names, and whathaveyou. So we can keep each other safe, and so you new folks will know who to talk to as far as volunteering for different duties go.
And while I have you, how are ya'll feeling about a Thanksgiving dinner? I'm almost positive we have some turkeys out there somewhere waiting to have their necks rung.