I will not research any more about how to leave here. I think that has kept me very much apart, and there is no use in that.

I think I will get a job, though I'm still not sure what I'll do.

Although I've been here a while, I do not feel that I fit in so very well. I think it's because I come from a place and time so far removed from the rest of you. And of course, some adjust better than others.

Still, there are things to appreciate. It is warmer and drier here than in the forest, for example. I do find myself missing Allan a Dale and Will Scarlett, but... it might be best if I don't rely on them or think of them.

Well if I were trying to keep my secret here, it seems I have been unmasked now.

Yes, I am a woman.

I still haven't got a job, because my knowledge is far behind that of this place. However, if anyone needs anything -- any herbal mixes or salves -- I can help. I made a salve to help soothe sunburn, I remember someone mentioning being burned, so if anyone needs that... I can also sew, if anyone needs anything mending.

This also leaves me time to continue scouting around -- for a clue to what this place is, or a way to get home.

I still cannot cook.

This week, I have been scouting as much as I can. Robin would not be happy with me; I have not found anything.

I think I will give this up and find a job, but I don't know what sort of job I could do. Does anyone have any suggestions?

After spending a little over a week as a hedgehog, I can tell you that you had the nice end of the stick. I did visit the labs -- and returned after completely changing into a hedgehog. I did not even really find anything out. Just that it's a good idea to listen to the "mango bots".

Noa (ioncehadacause) helped me, for which I am thankful.

Title: A Prickly Situation
Who: Djaq (notgreekfire) and anyone who wants to join in
What: Djaq returns from her trip to the labs
OOC note: I asked about this and Djaq was allowed to make her trip to the labs. This is the result. Any offers to take care of our prickly customer are welcome. Mixed RPing style is a-okay.

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A larger-than-average sized hedgehog runs into the center of 'town' from the direction of the labs, at the fastest pace its little legs can carry it. It pauses when it finds a convenient dirt patch, and starts scratching out something in the dirt.

The letters are shaky, but legible: I am Djaq.

The hedgehog then stands patiently waiting beside its message, hoping someone can help it out.

This place gets stranger by the moment.

I want to investigate these 'research labs'.

Since there are so many of us now, and we don't all know each other, I thought perhaps we could each post an entry where the others can ask questions. You do not have to do it -- it is just an idea -- but if you have anything you want to ask me, ask it here.

The basics you know already -- my name is Djaq, I am a Saracen, I fight for Robin Hood, I do not know how I came here, I have been trained somewhat as a physician and I am very good at alchemy.

[OOC: I thought this might help us get to grip with the basics of each others' canon a bit better. >_>; I know some fandoms, but not by a long shot all of them, so I thought... yeah. Feel free to repost this (Bran will be, at least) if you want to.]

I appear to have lost my sense of smell. This happened a few days ago. I wanted to do some experiments on this 'snow' after that, since I was told that snow isn't harmful. When I was touching it again, I realised I had also lost my sense of taste. I decided to stop after that: I'm unsure how permanent the damage is.

It's like nothing my father ever encountered, and nothing like it happened in the forest, either. The Sheriff would love to have such a thing in his hands, I think. Figuratively, of course. He'd hate to lose his own senses.

Now would be a good time to be working as physician or alchemist, I think. I could taste even the bitterest mixtures and fool even Allan into eating them, and I could work with all kinds of smoky and bitter things.

I suspect, though, that healing this kind of thing would be beyond even my father. I hope it does not last much longer.

However, if anyone needs someone to watch over them, I have nothing else to do, and I haven't been assigned a place to live yet as far as I know, so it would be a fair trade.

Wherever here is, here I am.
It is certainly not Sherwood Forest.
It is far too warm for that.

My name is Djaq, I'm a Saracen turned Nottingham outlaw, I fight for Robin Hood.
I'm one of his 'merry men', you might say.
Or perhaps that should be past tense.
Who is everyone else?

Sleeping in strange caves seems to be a bad idea. I warn against it.
You never know where you'll end up.