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Are these feasts a common attempt to reconcile us to imprisonment?

It seems the island can be generous. Now I have my sword. Who needs help?

This is a far cry from Europe.

*Not the Europe I know, apparently.

If anyone needs healing, please tell me.

I can get there quickly.

My axes and I are ready to cut the heads off of those fucking nightmare beasts. Tell me where to find them.

Though I've been here a full week now this is the first time I've said anything publicly or introduced myself to anyone here. So, hello. I'm Castiel, an angel of Heaven, and companion of Dean Winchester, whom I protect fiercely and am extremely loyal to.

Among other things, I can normally heal injuries with a touch, though I've seen this new place may prove that wrong. I can fish and hunt, and I am also knowledgeable about plants and fish and insects, things that humans may need to eat if dire situations arise. I believe I can be useful here to former or non-humans here in many ways as well.

And that out of the way, I would like it to be known that I would prefer that my abilities are more helpful to the others here than wrathful, and I would hate to have to say try it and see, but if any threats against Dean become more than just talk, know that he has a guardian angel watching over him.

So we've been here a week now, and lots of people have arrived and lots of people have left.

It would be nice to know who is here, what your strengths are, and what you'd feel most comfortable doing here.

If you have abilities, you can tell us those, too (although that's entirely voluntary).

For me, I'm John. I'm nineteen years old. I'm immune to fire, I can heal, I can talk to animals, and I can copy other people's abilities. I'm working as a healer here.

People here need to drink blood to survive?

They can't just eat a well-balanced meal?

Is that what I'm to understand?

Who: Quentin and Margo
What: New Arrival
When: Day 6 - Morning
Where: Near the Lighthouse
Warning: TBD
Status: Completed via Gdoc

( I’ve got a fermentation spell. We’ll have to be careful with it, though. )

After a trip yesterday to check out the ship, and with help from some merfolk, Hope, Ben, and I returned with the following:
1 barrel of clean drinking water.
2 containers with a mix of blankets and food.

Who: Margo and Nick
What: coming upon one another bathing
Where: one of the salt water areas for bathing
When: Day Four, afternoon
Warnings: nudity, references to sex, eye stuff
Status: g-doc


( So…you had sex and BAM! a werewolf )

As I'm certain some of you are aware, we have individuals on this Island who require blood for sustenance. Unfortunately, they have not been provided with an easy way to attain it.

Therefore, I am asking for volunteers - people who would be comfortable offering a small amount of blood to help them meet their nutritional requirements. If it helps, their bite has narcotic properties and I'm told it can be very pleasant.

If this is not something you want to do, I understand completely.

Well, it seems I was not needed in New Orleans. I do hope that I can continue my research here. I'm Freya Mikaelson, I know my niece is here, but do I have any other family running about?

I am going to burn this fucking place down.

First person who can figure out how to get me a hot shower on this god forsaken island will be rewarded with sexual favors.

Who: Margo Hanson & Eliot Waugh
What: Margo arrives
Where: one of the beaches
When: Day Three, morning
Warnings: Margo’s mouth
Status: complete gdoc

( So we’re somehow somewhere worse than Fillory )

nothing to see here folks