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נεғғεяsση (haberdashery) wrote in theconsolelog,

"If you want a lock for the knob, buy a new knob yourself. And you're welcome, by the way." The Hatter rolled his eyes abruptly before opening up his notes to splay across the table, a set for each land he'd come into contact, a general size radius, it's inhabitants. Very much still in the skeletal stages.

He was a long way from actually plotting out a real map for this, but the notes was where it started. And it would only come in handy should this world be more vast than they thought.

Jefferson dropped what he was doing and sat up to his full height to look at Emma in agitation. "Maybe that's what she wanted you to think. You're the golden...whatever of the Forrest. You can't just 'take' someone's magic away. Rumple has tried it, Regina has tried it. Magic comes in more forms than one...you should know that by now." His eyes narrowed into a glare at her continuing jabs. "Or maybe, you can stop projecting your insecurities and try for once instead of complain. I've exhausted the resources of my capabilities and knowledge in order to try and help. What have you done, Princess?"