WHO:Emma Swan & Dr Watson WHEN: Tuesday Evening WHERE: The Fox & Hounds WHAT: Emma's trying to decompress. Dr Watson has some stories to tell. WARNINGS: Will be added as required STATUS: In-Progress
So far, Hobbs End hadn't yielded much in the way of information that Emma thought was in any way useful. She'd tried the wall again, when she wasn't worried about hitting Killian with loose magic or debris, but nothing. It bounced off like a spring, doing nothing what so ever, it didn't even dent it.
She was wary of exploring too much around the area, unsure what Killian and his friend already ventured though, and just where she could safely go herself -she wasn't dumb, she wasn't about to venture through some unknown place on her own, when her magic wasn't 100% effective on a damn wall.
Instead she sat in the Fox and Hounds pub, enjoying the somewhat quiet atmosphere and the space to just think. She had a few notes scribbled on a parchment, enough that she could theorise on just what there was around her. Not that anything here made sense either. Sipping on a bourbon, something that at least kept her warm, Emma tapped the pen she'd found against the table, ruminating.