You wake up in a strange room, it seems vaguely of sandalwood and beeswax candles. There is a muted light flowing through silk-drapped curtains, there are empty bookcases, an oak dresser and a gold framed mirror, none of which seem familiar to you.
The last thing you remember was a bright, blinding white light, and then nothing. Disorientated, you look around the room until your eyes focus on a envelop, addressed to you, tucked half beneath a lamp on the table beside your bed...
"By the Mystic Moons of Munnopor!"
Greetings, Salutations, and welcome to New York City.
It's time that you were made aware of the fact that you are a citizen of the multiverse, and the boundaries between them are growing thin. As that happens, collision becomes almost inevitable. To protect the universes, and save them from extinction, I have done my best to stabilize the void between dimensions, but in doing so, I have inadvertently opened portals, bringing the brightest and best souls here.
Even as I write this, I am attempting to do what I may to send you back where you rightfully belong, and continue my work to restore the balance of this, our layered galaxy.
Until such a time, you are free to stay here in these quarters at the Sanctum Sanctorum, where you and others like you will find refuge. Alongside this hospitality, you've been granted this token to aid you with any financial needs you may have, while you settle peacefully into this realm.
I am available, if there is anything else you may require.
Sincerely, Dr. Stephen Strange
Alongside Strange's note, there is also a credit card with your name on it, and a $5,000 dollar limit, compliments of Tony Stark.
[[OOC: Please make sure you leave a comment here with your room number, and make sure you have a contact post in your journal, listing your canon point and arrival date.]]