(We'll start this out like an orientation-style thread)<br/><br/>The last days of August dawned on a collection of slightly odd individuals gathering, as they did every autumn, on a lonely dock in Galway.  Not many people saw them, partially due to the time and partially due to certain enchantments that covered the dock.  Moored to the stone flagged pier's ironwork was a fairly normal ferry, painted a mix of royal blue and purple.  The name on the side--The Sea Nymph--was also at least somewhat within the realm of normalcy.  However, the floating luggage and raucous owl calls as the people boarded the ship were far from normal.<br/><br/>(Feel free to post boarding, interact, etc.  The ferry takes about an hour, so there's time to chat and change, then we'll land, pass through the gate, etc.)