Oh, I think I must have fallen asleep! I was supposed to be hibernating for the winter so I suppose that is normal... but now my roommate has changed and a lot of things seem to be different! Or perhaps I am still a little bit confused. Am I still dreaming?

Do people still remember me?
Have I missed anything particularly important?

I have seen a great many impossible things in my time adventuring with Sherlock Holmes. I have seen madmen, phantom hounds, Chinese ciphers, found a knife in the head of Margaret Thatcher (the plaster one, not the real one), and even sat in Buckingham Palace while my flatmate sat there without his pants on. But this. This has got to be the most ludicrous thing that I have ever, ever been witness to in my life.

Fictional! Me! So I suppose that some bloke just made up everything that happened to me, then? Those cases? Being shot in the shoulder? I remember that rather vividly, and I shouldn’t like to have the pain and sacrifice I endured overseas to be discounted as the figment of someone’s bloody imagination! Not to mention everything I’ve been through on Baker Street, the people I’ve known… Does my degree even still count? Christ. I… I don’t even know what to think anymore.

I suppose the proper course of action after his news is to find a pub and have a pint. Except that apparently, the Queen’s currency doesn’t work here.

Brilliant day so far. How’s yours?

Look what I managed to get my hands on!

Does anyone want to make New Year's Eve magic with me? I've got lots of horseshoes!

......

...

[Prolonged silence.  Then, a faint, hoarse voice.]

... Where... am I?

All right, people, listen up - I'm only gonna say this once, and then I'm gonna start shooting. I'm Captain Malcolm Reynolds, and one of these here boats in the dock - Serenity - is mine, and ain't nobody gettin' on board without my say-so. Dong ma? Now, I am in no mood to tolerate sight-seers or stowaways or any other sort of tomfoolery. So if you got business with me, you send a wave first, and we can take it from there.



[[ooc: translation - dong ma? = "understand?"]]

BEHOLD, PEOPLE OF NEW MOORE. LOOK UPON ME! LOOK UPON ZIM!

What filthy lies do these miserable monkeys tell to ZIM?! What is this nonsense of ‘Make-Believe’? TELL ME! I have been informed by these so-called ‘Authorities’ that I am a work of human fiction? NONSENSE! They speak only lies and cannot be trusted. This I see now, and I must first set up my base of-

My... My new home. Hoooo Boy. Moving sure is hard. What a totally horrible inconvenience in my completely normal Earth-maggot life, this moving is. Yes. That sounds adequate, indeed.

Hello!

My name is Moomintroll and I think there has been a mistake! People have told me that I'm not real and that this place is called New More and I can't go home. That's all very interesting but I feel very real and I don't mind walking a very long way.

Has anyone seen my Mamma? She looks just like me but carries a handbag and wears a nice red and white striped apron. Please tell me if you've seen her, or my Pappa (he wears a top hat), or perhaps Snufkin, who should be travelling back to Moomin Valley soon. He has a green hat and is quite well known for his adventures, I think. Perhaps I can stay a little bit longer to look around because I have never been in a place like this before without any of my friends, but everyone will be worried about me if I don't get home soon and I promised Snufkin that I would see him again in spring! He was awfully late, but I mustn't let him think I wasn't waiting…

Please and thank you.
(Because Mamma said that I should always be polite when asking for help)

P.s. Is Christmas coming here as well? How terrible! But there's no need to be scared because everything will be fine if we have a beautiful fir tree and give him presents. Oh, if only Mamma were here to cook a wonderful meal...

So I've decided that this island needs a big Christmas party. The adult kind. With real egg nog and wassail, and music, and lots and lots of mistletoe just to keep things interesting.

It's weird. I usually let other people coordinate the parties, but to actually be the host for once actually sounds like fun.

So where do we wanna party? Who wants to come?