War Is Coming Communications.

Okay, what's the sitch here? I mean, it's not the first time I woke up in a graveyard, but my best friend is way young and this is a little weird, even for me. Willow sort of explained things, but someone wanna tell me what's going on?

And while we're at it, can anyone tell me where I can grab a shower and maaaaybe a bed? I am in serious need of some person hygiene and I could go for some sleep, too. Like about a month's worth of sleep. It has been a seriously long day.

Really, you'd think saving the world would earn a girl a little time off.

There's so many of these bloody super vampires. I don't know if I can keep fending them off.

Guys.  I'm worried about Sarah.

I think the First has gotten to her.  A spell using ingredients like that, in any world, is bad news.  But, in this one, it's really bad news.

Reminds me of when Willow got drunk on power and ended up going all black haired, black-eyed and ended up using her magic to skin someone alive.

We might need to find a way to contain her before she goes too far.  Just until the seal sends us back, anyway.

I was being followed. I ducked inside a decrepit mansion but I don't know what's coming after me or whether it came in here. Please, help me.

[Sarah]

If it fails, if I can't be rescued in time, go to [address] to get what you need. It's a black market type of thing for ingredients for spells. I was going to put a scare into them for what you needed so you may have to do that instead. But the people I spoke to were fairly sure I could get what was needed there.

I don't understand. This isn't Lawrence, but I'm definitely not home either. Is anyone else here with me?

So we've been working our butts off but Jim and I have gotten permission to turn the Center's athletic field into a giant carnival for next weekend. It's going to basically be brilliant, the kids are in for a treat, and I'm super excited.

But I come to you, my dear Lawrencians, pleading for help. I need volunteers. Anyone willing to work a shift on a game, do face painting, provide entertainment. Miss Potter and Mr. Vincent, I'm looking at you two. Jim, Robin, and myself will all be taking turns in the dunk tank, because we're good sports. ....right, boys? Don't leave me hanging here!

Who's in? PLEEEEASE? See how cute I am when I beg??

Iliana is gone.

[Friends]

I apologize if I startled anyone.

[ooc: During the kerfuffle about disappearances, Loki did his usual popping in to check on people thing, so any friends of his, assume that was a thing!]

There is no cruller fate than to be sent back to...

I won't be opening today. If no one minds

People have been taken back? How often does that happen here?

[Mary, John, Harry, Khan, Jesse]

Please, tell me all of you are still here. I can't bear to lose any more friends.

This place sucks again.

Should I feel bad that I don't really miss home? I mean I start to sometimes, but then I just message Elsa and I really don't. There are some things I miss I guess, but we never got to be sisters there, and now it's like everything I always wanted is just sorta falling into place.

Very excited for the beach. Can't wait to see all who are going!

[Damon]

Are you sure you and Ares will be alright?

Is there any chance someone can help me find a swimming costume? I would love to join everyone at the beach tomorrow and go in the water. Actually, I need help finding more clothing because while I have some it's not nearly enough.

[Harry]

Perhaps Thursday I can come visit Sylvia? I'd love to meet her. And Nix, too, if he's willing.

Hello,

Just thought I'd remind you all that the beach trip is tomorrow.  Is there anyone else willing to help teleport us there?

I think the plan is to meet outside the Youth Centre about 11am.  Then we can have most of the day there.

I'd quite like to go to the beach, and go swimming.  Caroline suggested that other people might like to come too.

Cole Turner has very kindly offered to teleport us there.

I was thinking next Wednesday could be a good day to go.  Would anyone else like to come?

Thanks so much to everyone who attended the ball last night. It was a huge success, raising way more than I anticipated and the hospital is ecstatic. So the Liz Forbes Children's Ward will probably open sooner than they thought with all that was donated.

Also thank you to everyone who helped out with it. You guys were amazing.

[ooc: if yours helped out they would be receiving a basket of goodies tailored to their specific interests today!]

I apologize for being short with anyone. Since I'd met them all-well a bit after- I wanted to be was a Musketeer. Then I was and now I'm not. I'm not sure what I'm going to do but it does not excuse my poor attitude.

I suppose things here aren't so bad, the food has vastly improved. The inn is clean, and so far I've discovered soap isn't extra. Shocking change of pace from Paris really. One might actually be able to afford getting by in a place like this.

I don't know what exactly to do unless anyone might be interested in swordsmanship and lessons?

It seems this is not Storybrooke as I had first anticipated. It also seems I cannot leave which is decidedly unhelpful.

I am the Red Queen of Wonderland and frankly I have no idea why I've been brought to this Lawrence.

This feels so selfish.

But at the same time an identity in this world is rather tempting.

Look at my baby Reese. I have the best boyfriend, your arguments are invalid.