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This place is beginning to feel more like a cruel prank than anything. I've lost them all over again

I'm not sure what to think about our somewhat benevolent captors sending home so many people after giving us a nice, easy day with plenty of food yesterday.

Can those of you who are still here please check in? I'm trying to keep a list of who is around and it's hard to keep up.

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?

Which of my new pen pals can shed some light on the situation we now find ourselves in? The travel brochure was a little light on details.

Peter Parker, you better be making yourself available.

Who: Natasha Romanoff and Yelena Belova
What: Finding gifts when they wake up
Where: the house they share
When: Sunrise on Day 11
Warnings: probably not
Status: closed/in progress

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rar( rawr )

I am glad that wishing worked. I awoke to find a bow and arrows I haven't seen in years - but at least now I can better fight these foul creatures.

So much for being left alone.

Should we have some sort of check in to make sure everyone is accounted for? I know several of us are staying with friends or family, but what about those living alone?

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

[ooc: blurry, crappy cell phone photo here]

LISSA

Rest..

If anyone needs a quick trip to the infirmary, let me know and I'll come get you. We don't have a whole hospital's supply to work with but we'll do our best to fix you up during this...situation.

Kaz, I guess we're taking a rain check for fixing the boats. Please check in, I'm wor--

I think everyone needs to take a deep breath. Maybe put down your phones for a few hours.

We're not all going to like each other and that's okay. But we're all stuck here which means we have to rely on each other.

Whatever people may or may not have done at home shouldn't matter here. Unless you're HYDRA.


[Filter to Over 21]
I expect this behavior from teenagers, but you all should know better.

Somehow I don't think I'm in Massachusetts anymore.

I picked out a smaller cottage for myself. It needs some work, but not a lot. This leaves me available to help anyone fix up a place they want. Name's Steve, in case I never introduced myself to you. Give a yell if you need some brute force.

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.

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: Natasha Romanoff & Stephen Strange
What: Drinks & a chat
Where: A beach
When: Day 4, at dusk
Warnings: don't think so
Status: complete

( Not that he was about to suggest to Natasha that they bang to power up )

Since the person who penned the cows in unfortunately (or maybe fortunately depending on how you look at it?) disappeared, I wasn't sure how the magic would hold up so I went ahead and made a similar barrier to the one that holds the sheep. The cows are grazing and are protected. Because people obviously come and go, that means we sort of need to be discretionary about hunting and whatnot - not that anyone has gone and butchered cows as far as I know, but having some sort of system in place for breeding and butchering ensures a successful farm life (save for the inevitable hiccups that always occur when you're trying to maintain a farm). Where are all my other farm people at? I say 'other' I mostly mean 'you' because I haven't revisited that life in ages.

Anyway, vegan soap was next on my list (and it was discussed a little at the feast) so we don't have to butcher animals quite yet - if anyone wants to come with me to see what's out there in terms of alternatives for making soap, I could use an explorer buddy or two.

Not exactly what I pictured when I told Morgan we needed a vacation.

Okay.

This...

Is not Russia.

Hello? Elena? Clay? Jer?

rar( rawr )

Just to let everyone know - we've got something of an infirmary set up by the lighthouse. I worked a little Mary Poppins magic and cleaned the place up, and we're doing our best to track down spare linens, blankets, and plants that will be used for medicinal purposes. I'm not a miracle worker but I am still here to abide by the oath to do no harm - that being said, if you bang yourself up doing something stupid expect at the very least an eyebrow raise. If it's an emergency? Just reach out to me via this device and I can portal to you. Quick service.

Also there are a flock of sheep now penned in, the ones Kaz was talking about. The barrier won't zap you, don't worry, but it will keep the sheep in. It won't zap them either, I promise.

Hello. My name is Sydney Sage and while I've met a lot of you, there are quite a few of you I don't know. I was chatting with Natasha and we thought it might be a good idea to get a list of people here so that we know when someone leaves or when someone arrives.

I'm not asking for personal information, just your name, age, and the date you arrived.

If you'd like to tell us more, all information is welcome, but the above is all we need.

Thank you.

Good morning.

I'm Natasha. By my count, there are at least a few dozen of us who found ourselves here yesterday. Many of us gathered at the lighthouse last night and I think we need to coordinate our efforts to explore and determine what supplies we have available.

Dr. Snow mentioned setting up an infirmary area. Eliot suggested exploring nearby buildings and potential food sources. I think it might also be a good idea for us to set up some kind of security watch system since we have no idea what we're dealing with and the letter implied there are threats we could face.

So that's food, shelter, medical, and security. What else do we need to do?

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.]

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.

Hello. I'm Adam.

I've been trying most of the day to hack these phones and try to recover information, but I can't seem to get past the most basic code. It's weird. I'm usually good at this stuff.

Anyway. I thought maybe we should try to figure out who we have here and what resources we have, both in personnel and in what seems to be here for us to use.

I'll introduce myself first even though this is so awkward

Like I said, I'm Adam. I'm twenty-one years old. I'm usually great with tech but I'm not sure how useful that's going to be here. I have a Legacy - a power, I guess, that allows me to control earthquakes. I'm a little stronger than most humans but not like super strong or anything.

Anyone else?

I thought I was done with the human realm.

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

And not in a fun place, no. Here.

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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nothing to see here folks