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Emma Swan ([personal profile] sheriffing) wrote in [community profile] pineslog2017-04-11 09:07 pm

I just got lost and slept right through the dawn

Who: Emma Swan + YOU
Where: the neighborhood, the school, the tea shop, pick your own adventure
When: April somethin'
What: settling in
Warnings: N/A? will update if needed. (probably won't be needed)
[Open]

1 - house / neighborhood.

[ there's one way for Emma to get a feel for this town, and that's by embracing her life in it. sure, she woke up with a few distinctly unbelievable memories about fairytales and magic, but the more she's settled into a routine, the more this place has filled in some of the blanks. the title of "savior" isn't an actual job, but memories, records, and people tell her that she's a physical education teacher who alternates between teaching self defense and safe sex.

pushing up against the unbelievable, she finds a more modest life here. family, friends, a mix of memories both good and bad, all with people who matter to her. she knows it's all supposed to ground her in reality here. hell, she feels insane for even thinking about the kid who'd been on her mind right after she'd woken up in the hospital, but that memory isn't as easily pushed aside as Snow White and Prince Charming.

she holds on to all of it, not matter how ridiculous, as she settles back into old routines. She might be found sitting out front, pretending to plant some flowers even though she's distracted by anyone who wanders by , or maybe she's jogging around, trying to blow off some steam or run away from her problems. unfortunately, it never seems to work.]


2 - school.

[ getting back to work should help her sort things out, so Emma's back at school the Monday after the accident. she's not quite the type to sacrifice what's comfortable for her to keep up with an expected dress code, which means her usual attire leans a little more towards jeans and leather than any sort of track suit.

by all appearances, she looks like her old self, even if she spends a little too much time moving from place to place, taking in the school and the people around her. she might be found in the faculty room or moving to or from one of her classes. if all else fails, there's always the gym - just don't sneak up on her when she's warming up.]


3 - Go Ask Alice.

[ if there's one thing suspicious about this shop, it's that the hot chocolate is seasonal. anyone who works there expects Emma to ask for it regardless of season, though she'll settle for a decent cup of coffee and a chocolate chip scone.

this place isn't really her kind of thing, yet she can't even remember how many times she's been in here. even the table she takes, one by the window, is the same one she always sits at. she's a creature of habit whether she likes it or not, and it could be worse. at least the scone is worth coming back for. maybe even the coffee.

in other words, take her money.]


4 - OR...

[wildcard option! want something that isn't here? leave it in the comments or find me at [plurk.com profile] swanning and I'll write it for us!]
royalpassport: SB (ouat0117br-1347)

[personal profile] royalpassport 2017-04-19 04:44 am (UTC)(link)
[ He stares at Emma for a beat, taking in that answer. It's not a yes or a no, exactly, more like a stall for time, and there's something expectant in his sullen gaze before he pulls it down to the little flower arrangement on the table. (There's one on every table.) Jefferson reaches out to pluck up a stem of baby's breath, twirling the flowers in his fingers.

He opens his mouth to answer with some honesty, but then, mindful of the cameras, changes tracks: ]


Oh, nothing in particular. It's something I get a lot. Some people like to say it more openly than others. [ And some people... hit him with telescopes... ]
royalpassport: SB (ouat0117br-0629)

[personal profile] royalpassport 2017-04-29 03:22 am (UTC)(link)
[ Jefferson lifts his brows at the offer. Some people might be hard to talk to, since he can't imagine Emma having a chat with herself-- or, the her in his memories, which may not be all that reliable to begin with. Besides, however confusing the memories may be, he's pretty sure he's the one who started... whatever had gone down. ]

No. [ He shakes his head. ] I don't need anyone to have a talk. I was just wondering how I come across. [ He gestures at the scarf, the waistcoat, as if to acknowledge why others might consider him weird. And then, with a bit of a smile, he adds: ] But it's good to know you don't think I'm crazy.