Stroma Isle - In Character Community

You know, at first glance this is nicer than the last "deserted" island I was on.

Now that we know that things like hound attacks can happen here, we should probably organize a little so the next time is a little less frantic.

Maybe designate people as fighters or healers, have places for them to muster if something happens, make sure there's communication.

Maybe it'll never happen again but it's good to be prepared.

Anyone had a list of things they need from foraging? I'm going to do a run of the island and don't want to waste my time

Who: Zoya and Minho
What: Arrival
When: Day Nine, Morning
Where: The Beach
Warnings: None
Status: Complete

( Zoya Makes Her Appearance )

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.

...hello? Hello...?

Is everyone still here??!

Well, this is certainly a time. And speaking of time, that's mainly what I work with - studying the flow and path of newly diverged timelines, when those timelines become autonomous, and they could potentially intersect with others. Name's Mobius, and I used to work for an organization called the Time Variance Authority - but they proved to be pretty awful so now I guess I just call myself an independent contractor.

I arrived with Sharon from a universe I'm guessing no one is familiar with though some of the people may be familiar. Happy to pitch in however I can though I'm not much of a gardener or a hunter - I do speak every language on the timeline though, and that includes Gaelic, Scots, British Sign Language, and probably even Orkish. Judging by the position of some constellations (you get a better view of Scorpius here than we did in New York, for example) I'm guessing 'vague British Isles location' for where we are which was why I mentioned Gaelic but who knows if my brain is working right there.

Anyway, nice to meet everyone.

Hello?

If anyone knows what's going on here or where we are, I'd love to know.

Now, let it be known that I'm big on patient confidentiality. However, before sharing this I asked for permission first because it seems like pertinent info for the masses to know.

Regarding the post below mine - the ghost at the port seemed to have caused some sort of timed affliction (all symptoms point to tuberculosis, which is very old school). I was able to detect an hourglass by doing a mystical scan of chakras and their alignments - the sand doesn't have far to go, so I'm guessing only a few hours. If anyone also runs into a ghost who not-so-kindly passes on tuberculosis, best you can do is treat the symptoms while the hourglass runs out.

Mint has antibacterial properties. Garlic is also good. For treating the fever and chills, remember to rest, hydrate, or maybe find a kind soul to sponge you off. Of course, I say that and the next spirit could give someone ghost ebola, but we'll cross that bridge if it comes up.

What the hell is this?

Why can't we go in the water?

Stuck in another maze

nothing to see here folks