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I'm not certain which of my findings is the most bizarre. Identical twin pairs born from different mothers and perhaps in different realities (unconfirmed) exist here. There is also a species of humanoid creature, termed 'vampire', which has extremely strange and undeniably inhuman physiological characteristics. And, although it was created in a parallel reality in which I and institution where I work do not exist, this television show about my life seems to be eerily accurate. Of course, I can only speak for the details of it which I was present for; there are many televised moments which depict my friends' lives at times when I was not around and their accuracy is therefore unverified.

I'm also uncertain whether to take future occurrences depicted on the show as accurate or not, but if it is, I am disappointed that my trip to the Maluku Islands would apparently have remained unfinished and unsuccessful even if I had not been transported here.

[ANGELA]

There isn't something you left out when you told me about your time in Paris, is there?

[ANGELA]

Did you know about all of this? The tv show about all of us, the things that it says about our lives and our future, this... parallel between the Jeffersonian and the Smithsonian? Does Booth know about

I'm really starting to think 'parallel universe' might be a rational explanation for all of the facts. Which is something I never thought I'd say.

Is there any way of making contact with the world outside of this town? I'd like to get in touch with the team on the Maluku Islands, and with the Jeffersonian.

And if I'm going to be working while I'm here in Storybrooke, I'm going to need supplies.

I've ruled out toxins and head trauma. I can't satisfactorily disprove the hypothesis that I'm currently in a comatose state and that nothing around me is real, but I think it's highly unlikely that even my subconscious brain would come up with something as illogical as magical portals or even decide to base my dream world in a small town in Maine. Not that I put any stock in psychology, but wouldn't my mind be more likely to draw from locations and symbols that are more familiar or significant to me?

There is a reasonable explanation for this, and I will find it.

Damn I guess that resume really doesn't need to be written now, does it?

A nice lady told me that I'm no longer in Afghanistan - which makes sense, considering this doesn't look like a military base at all -. This doesn't seem improbable to anyone It wouldn't right because this is nor

Bones! You here? Isn't there some scientific mumbo jumbo that clearly states that this is ... impossible?

Okay, I'm trying to wrap my head around this. I still have sand in my boots.

Anyone know where a guy can find a decent hamburger in this place?

If anyone needs anything done art-wise - paintings, sculptures, etc - feel free to get in touch with me, Angela Montenegro. I can also do sketches based on descriptions, should you want a picture of a loved one from home.

Any other artists around? I know with this many people here, there have to be some.

[Sheriff Swan]
By the way, before I came here I worked in a medico-legal lab as a forensic reconstructionist and sometimes helped out the FBI as a sketch artist, so if you need either...let me know.

That's the last time I go camping with a bunch of men.

I think I need a drink.

If there aren't any monstrous deaths, I'm not going to bother with Downton Abbey.

(  john watson& joan watson& sherlock holmes  )

(  molly hooper& winston churchill  )

(  neria surana& john watson  )

(  cassie sandsmark  )

(  madge undersee  )

I've seen an awful of of strange stuff in my life, but if this don't beat all. I suppose since we're stuck here, might as well make the best of things.

Hey, y'all, I'm Sookie.

You know, even with someone explaining all this crap, I still don't really believe it.

Like hell this isn't somehow Jim's fault. Stupid jackass

....this is not the Caribbean, loves.

This place is a total death trap...there's curtains and hooks and So, let's say hypothetically I suspend belief because, really, I've seen some pretty messed up stuff...there's really, definitely, 100% without a doubt, absolutely no way back to where we came from...? Really? That's not just, like...something townies say to make you wanna stick around...?

Well, fuck.

I know they say it's magic, but I can't help feeling like this is a Winchester's fault.

Had a surprisingly good night's sleep, and now I'm awake and ready to figure out what I'm supposed to do next.

[Angel, Wesley and Spike]

Maybe we should consider a small business loan and open up an office here? What do you guys think?

[Angel]

Lilah and I both survived the night.

How are you today?

So I go from Paris to Maine. Through a magic portal. Meaning I either ate some bad escargot, or I am not yet drunk enough.

Hodgins, please tell me you drugged and kidnapped me for this crazy field trip from our honeymoon?

Right then.

My name is Emma Swan, and I'm the Sheriff here in Storybrooke. You've all met the Mayor, and been given your welcome kits, but if you have any questions, please feel free to ask me, or my deputy, David Nolan.

And if you could all fill this out for me, so I get a feel of who's who, that would be great.

<b>NAME:</b> <b>AGE/DOB:</b> <b>PREVIOUS RESIDENCE:</b> <b>PAST OCCUPATION:</b> <b>ANY SPECIAL SKILLS/ABILITIES:</b> <b>ANY SPECIAL NEEDS:</b> <b>ANYTHING ELSE:</b>


[OOC: Characters, can try to lie, but Emma has had the Blue Fairy charm the form with a spell that prevents people from doing so!]