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What’s the deal about not going in the water?

So this is fun. I've been snatched up by powers unknown and dropped on a desolate rock somewhere near Scotland. And I'm not alone. I have you charming people for company.

So far I've gathered the following advice from reading your mail:
Do not fuck with the ghost at the docks.
Do not go into the lighthouse, or at least not to the upper floors.
Do not go into the water.
Do not go into the church full of burning, angry ghosts. (ETA)

Anything else?

I'm Lila.

My name is Caitlin Snow. I'm a doctor from Central City, Missouri. I work with STAR Labs.

I've taken up residence in the house nearest the Lighthouse, and have plans on turning the front entryway and parlor into an Infirmary. While we try to figure out a way to get home, I want to be prepared in case something unexpected happens.

If you are in need of medical assistance, please come and knock on the door. I'll make sure to assist you.

[Edited to add]
There are actually a few doctors wandering around. We're all available for you here. If you need to be collected due to injury or whatever else, one of our medical staff, Dr. Strange, can create a portal to bring you to the Infirmary. Simply reach out by sending a message on here.

This is fucking bullshit. It's almost worse than apocalypse world. At least there I had some weapons and a way out. Though, it is a plus that no one is shooting at me...yet.

My name is Leia Organa, and I, like the rest of you who can read this, seem to have found myself in a strange place for no discernable reason. I'm sure we all have questions, and I'm not so sure we'll be getting a lot of answers.

In the meantime, I'm interested in learning more about who we all are and what we might have in common - of course, also what we might not have in common. If you're comfortable, please introduce yourself. I'll start.

Leia Organa, born on a planet called Alderaan, formerly living on Hosnian Prime. Most recently I've been building and organizing a Resistance against a regime calling itself the First Order. This place seems to much less that speed, but no less difficult. I'm hoping we're all able to begin working together to a) make it through one day at a time and b) figure out where the hell we are and why.

Okay, what the hell is up with this place? I assume people can see this? Anyway, I'm Kirk, Jim Kirk. Looks like everyone here is new here too. Is anyone not considered new about the place?

McCoy I see you're here.

Damn it! Five year mission and I’m already marooned.

This primitive device works at least.

Name’s McCoy. Any kind of leadership in place who I should report to?

Where's a wizard when you need one?

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[OOC: Please pretend I have my shit together, and this was posted before Dr. Strange's intro. Much obliged.]

Who: Davina and Hayley
What: meeting up
Where: outside the church
When: day one
Warnings: should be low

( I...don't know what my powers are like outside of N'Orleans )

Who: Nina and Kaz
What: meeting up
Where: the church
When: right after their arrival
Warnings: Kaz is most likely the warning, mmmkay?

( No mourners. No funerals )

Okay.

Even if I'm newly acquainted with multiversal travel, I'm going to go ahead and file this under 'horseshit' and play the introductions game while heeding the advice to stay out of the water and also simultaneously searching for another exit.

Dr. Stephen Strange, former neurosurgeon. Current Master of the Mystic Arts. I've portaled around the island (and cannot portal off the island or else I wouldn't even be making this update) and while it's your typical rustic, bare bones hellhole it also feels very...prickly in some spots. Prickly in a mystical energy sort of way - aka, haunted?

So that's fun. Nice to meet everyone who also somehow got pulled here, even though (no offense) I'm supposed to be elsewhere. Just a little run of the mill incursion, I'm sure everything's fine.

There is not enough tequila to be had in order to make any sense of this kidnapping.

Hello, my name is Padmé.

I know that there have been a few posts here about people asking about resources or information, and from what I can gather we're all in the same situation. I propose that we meet at a central location: the lighthouse at the northern point of the island. I took a look at the interior myself to distract myself from worry about , and it appears there are some supplies - food and cooking implements - as well as beds and blankets that don't seem to be too damaged.

If we all go there, we can take a count of how many of us are here and work together to make sure everyone has something to eat and can rest as we work out our next steps.

Who: Kyla Connor and OPEN
What: Kyla arrives (dogs in tow)
When: Morning
Where: The Beach
Rating: low

( New Arrival )

What the hell is this?

Why can't we go in the water?

Stuck in another maze

Unfortunately the tablet I have is picking up no useful information on this place. Has anyone who has a gun or a variety of muscles gone and done recon on this island?

We need a map.

And a list of any potential technology we can use or I can fix

Oh, come on! Seriously? Am I being punished?

I thought I was done with the human realm.

A decade later and I'm...not.

And not in a fun place, no. Here.

No. No no no.

I'm not supposed to be here.

I'm supposed to take the Parem and hope the drug doesn't kill me

[Filtered to Crows]
Is anyone else here?

I read the parchment.

I'm Davina.

What happens to me if I'm not in the protective circle?

Is anyone else from home here?

Kol?

Who: Kady & OPEN
What: Her Arrival
When: Now
Where: The beach
Warnings: Kady's mouth?
Status: Open/Incomplete

( This is not Fillory or New York. )

This is Lieutenant Colonel Samantha Carter, United States Air Force.

Anyone out there?

Who: Natasha Romanoff and OPEN
What: an unexpected landing
Where: somewhere along the coast
When: day one, morning
Warnings: references to character death
Status: open to multiples//cross threading is fine

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