Uncharted Territories Network

[OOC: This is for the Careful What You Wish For plot: Bucky has no memories after 1945 until 4/15]

So, I know I shouldn't be freakin' out or anything, but this whole thing is kinda knockin' me for a loop.

Woke up without a goddamn arm. On an alien planet. Bein' told I've been here for a couple of weeks? How the hell is that possible?!

Steve? Goddamnit, Stevie, if you're here you better answer me.

Oh, no, no, no. I just got the Royale back, I have a million things to put back to rights, I don't have time for another wild adventure.

I'm not even wearing my adventuring outfit!

I was pickpocketed. I'm so mad at myself for not being more aware. What do I do now? It is not like I can just hop by the DMV or ATM.

I would be likely far from the first to ask if we're all certain this isn't an enchantment of some sort, but I doubt I would ever be creative enough to dream something like this. And I must say that little metal thing's sticking was worth the sting if it actually does as it promises, considering how long it took me just to master one secondary language before.

Oh look at me, rambling on to the masses before I've even introduced myself. My apologies. My name is Simon Torquill and--I suppose I should just get to my most pressing concern. It's probably ridiculous of me to hope, but have any of you happened to have seen a young woman with hair like a fox's fur under a covering of spiders webs wandering about?

Having firmly established this place can actually be weirder than initial estimations, I figure I should probably talk to people besides Nat and Bucky. So, hi. I'm Steve.

Anyone come up with any good theories as to why we're here, yet?