Stroma Isle - In Character Community

The people from under the water seem very friendly and kind. They certainly provided us with things that we can use to make life a little easier.

I don't know about anyone else, but I kinda liked being able to breathe under water.

Has anyone spoken to the creatures appearing in the water? It appears that they're trying to help us, but we won't know for sure until we make contact.

I found a box of hooks and various other fishing supplies.

I also have my trident. I'm willing to see what I can catch in the way of fish and seafood if people think it's safe to fish here? I don't want to hook one of the merpeople.

Not the kind of island I usually have in mind.

[People from home]

Did you really think I'd let Tony go anywhere without me this time?

You've got to be freakin kidding me.

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

I know this isn't the ideal situation - far from it - but the views here are incredible!

Is the water toxic? Is that why they warn us to stay out? It looks so fresh.

I have a lot of other questions that can probably wait, all things considered.

Well, good news - we have actual medical supplies now. A well-stocked, hardcore first aid kit. The deluxe kind that has things like instant ice packs, bandages, gauze, and ibuprofen to fancier things like airway stabilization supplies and the essentials to control bleeding.

This isn't an invitation to bleed out and have us use up the entirety of the kit in one fell swoop, thanks. But rather, our infirmary is just in better shape. And I can see what kind of duplication spells there are to work with that won't upset the balance of the island too much or its magic.

This is a far cry from Europe.

*Not the Europe I know, apparently.

I tripped fighting off one of those damn dogs and I...think I sprained my wrist.

They could vanish any time now.

I try to keep my swearing to a minimum, but what the ever-loving hell are these things?

Is this...this is another Capitol trick, isn't it?

Finnick? Finnick where are you?

My family and I are heading towards the gardens to help defend them from these beasts. Some help would be appreciated and likewise, if you need defending you can come there as well. There seems to be no end to the attackers no matter how many we kill.

[Kaz]
Are you and your friends well? Do you need anything?

[Alyssa]
Are you well? Want to come help in the gardens?

Quick question. What the fuck are these things that just tried to eat us?

[ooc: blurry, crappy cell phone photo here]

LISSA

Rest..

Is there such a thing as a Feast hangover?

Name's Vince Leone.

I've been in a lot of life and death situations. I can only assume this is my brain's way of protecting me from the trauma.

Because I really don't know what other explanation there is.

I'm aware there are a few of you here who require blood. I'm happy to offer up some of mine. Probably not for all of you, though, due to...I'm only one Netherling.

But if you require some, please reach out and I'll see what I can do.

I'm leaving this open in case anyone else wants to volunteer.

Hello ve everyone par kigiji ugadhol. Jiak kij learning orcish.

It feels so Tolkien.

After reading about people's adventures on that boat and the mystery of the stairs, I'm perfectly content to stay in my little house and learn new languages while I clean. (Good God, there's so much cleaning to do.)

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.

Who: Steve and Sharon
When: Day 5 after this conversation
Where: by the Lighthouse
What: Old friends reconnecting
Rating/Warnings: TBD
Status: In progress, Closed

( Sharon wanted to tell Steve this. At least some of it. )

One minute I'm encouraging Kol to stop playing with his food and another minute I'm...

here.

The letter certainly leaves a lot to be desired.

You think I'd be used to insanity by now, considering the last couple of years, but here I am; completely flabbergasted by recent events.

Hi. I'm Sharon. I'm new around here--just arrived yesterday. Came through Madripoor, New York, then San Francisco. Mobius is here with me. We picked out a house no one else seemed to be using and crashed there last night.

Is there a system by which houses are distributed to this island's new inhabitants? Who's in charge around here?

Who: Sharon and Mobius
When: Day 4, Morning
Where: Beach
What: Arrival
Rating/Warnings: TBD
Status: In Progress, Closed

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