So, these are The Gallows.

( There’s a single breath of amusement. The voice that’s speaking is warm and upbeat, and Canadian, for those who know such places. )

How many times have jokes been made about this place having a special sort of humour? And, okay, I know there’s going to be historical reasons behind it and all, but it might be worth rebranding or… I don’t know, having a different name for when new kids turn up. Because, “we’re taking you to the Gallows” really didn’t fill me with any kind of positive vibes, you know?

( Unseen, she’s turning the crystal over in her hand, and there’s a few moments of silence before she continues. )

Um— last time I turned up in a strange world it was a little more familiar to home, just like… Pleasantville and Stephen King all kinda smooshed up, but this is pretty… different. Surprisingly, there are less creepy statues here, but those cliffs really are— yeah.

My name’s Waverly Earp. I’ve done some library work, speak some languages that might not exist here, and am a big ol’ nerd who needs knowledge to keep on keep in’ on, so like— if any Research folks are listening, beam me up. Or just, I don’t know. Whatever the appropriate equivalent here would be. ( Anotuet pause, and with exaggerated solemnity, ) Trebuchet me thence?