World Refugees Final Mix

 Hey again, crazy people!

So just wanted to apologize for not being around the last few days; been so busy with party preparations and staff training and archery practice and that helpful thing known as my job that I plumb forgot to check journal entries on this lovely magical network of ours. I'll try to post comments on all the important ones sometime today or tomorrow.

Party plans are coming along great, JSYK! We should be ready by Friday!

One other thing: what's this Star Market I keep hearing about? Roxas mentioned it but I haven't had time to ask anyone yet. Would someone please be so kind as to fill me in?

Hope you all are staying safe and doing well!

~Jenn

P.S. How do you lock journals? I, uh, am starting to get the feeling I should be doing that. 0.oa

Fixed! Greta showed me how to lock stuff. ^^d I'm good now.

Well, it's been almost four weeks here in Narnia. I feel strangely detached from how weird this all really is, which is helpful. There've been three more random non-Narnian monster sightings in the last week; all were killed or driven off. Now I wish I'd played the games so I could at least tell my friends here what we're dealing with.

Two things I'd like to bring up, if no one minds:

1) Are the gummi ships working yet? I would really appreciate being picked up if they are.

2) Signs of the Apocolypse

Okay, dramatic title to get your attention. Someone suggested I might help by at least thinking about what's going on and creating theories. Well, since it's the only possible way I can be helpful, I took the liberty of sifting through the journals you guys have posted on the network and putting together a list of the signs we're seeing all over the place that something is wrong. I figured this would be okay since they are public entries.

( So here is what I have: )

It's not a lot, but it's something. Does anyone have anything they would like to add? Dunno exactly how helpful this is, but…I figure gather all of the clues into ones place might give us a few hints at what’s going on. Trying to be helpful any way I can. Let me know and I’ll add it to the list. Anyone can use this for brainstorming.

~Jenn H.

[OOC: I'm gonna post a log/narrative for the second-half of my 'first day' soon explaining what I'm doing, but it's not done being written yet sooo yeah. This is little ol' faun-Me journaling after the fact]
[OOCx2: Also note: time is moving a lot faster in Narnia than outside, and Jenn isn't aware of it yet, so there will probably be some confusion there. Like her thinking four days have already gone by for the rest of ya'll. JSYK]

Hi again, all you people on this weird network...thing. Refugees, I guess you're called? Or we're called? Do I actually count since, I dunno, I guess Refugees is what they call all you world-savers out there who got thrown out of the world when it was taken over by Heartless. That's what these internet articles say, anyways. Please stop bugging me about how I missed the whole invasion thing, it's a bit or a sore spot on my self-esteem right now. Thanks.

But I digress.

Anyhoo...if anyone missed me the first time when I was freaking out, I'm Jenn...I just wound up here in Narnia about, what is it, four days ago now? Dang. Time flies when you're adjusting to being thrown into a magical fantasy world, haha. At least I'm not tripping over my hooves all the time now. And apparantly fauns are super agile and such, which is cool. I made a makeshift skirt, though, because there is something really disconcerting about not wearing pants, no matter what the customs of the species might be. The other fauns around here can think it's funny all they want. Aaand I digress again.

If anyone's interested, I'm doing okay...really missing home, but...well, I met the centaur Glenstorm (I know, Glenstorm, right? Pretty sure this is before Prince Caspian, if anyone's wondering), and, uh...to cut a long story short, he convinced me I should hang out around here and learn some self-defense skills. Apparantly I might actually end up helping you guys with whatever it is you do, and while the very idea scares the ever-living daylights out of me and I'll be oh-so-happy if he's wrong, I figure I can at least take some good advice and learn how to keep myself from getting killed if it does happen. Yay.

 Did you know centauresses are really good archers? They are. I'm actually learning archery. I don't even believe it. I finally get to learn archery and it only took getting tossed into Narnia to do it. At least I don't have to pay for the lessons other than helping out with chores and stuff, and even that means I get to learn some cool things about edible plants. There's also this faun named Melchior who's teaching me staff-fighting (thanks for the advice, Ren, I passed on the sword for now). So TWO pretty cool weapons that I've always wondered about learning. I have so many bruises and I almost shot out a beehive at close range yesterday, but progress is progress.

So yeah. I guess that's all there is to say...although, hey, do any of you guys have a magical cell phone or something? Because I do not know my own family's email addresses (agh don't say it) and I would really like to call my parents and let them know I'm alright. Pretty sure they wouldn't believe me, but at least they'd know I'm not dead.

Thanks again to all of you who stopped by my last post to try and calm me down; I really appreciate it. Is everyone else doing okay after this whole...whatever just happened? I'll stop by and journal again when I can, they're keeping me pretty busy.

Take care.

~Jenn H.