swan (savioring) wrote in witchinghour, @ 2014-05-15 01:43:00 |
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Entry tags: | character: emma swan, character: lavender brown |
WHO: Emma Swan & Lavender Brown
WHERE: Sonahiem Square; around town center
WHEN: Wednesday afternoon
WHAT: Looking for a place to lock up and be locked up; or something. ie. finding the Sheriff's station.
WARNINGS: Mild language?
Ever since she'd gone with Jefferson into the hat, finding all the doors to their worlds and beyond locked, Emma had been trying to think on things a different way. Clearly something was keeping them here. They had to find out what in order to find out how in order to find out how to undo it. Which meant she would need to venture out beyond the relative safety of the apartment she and Jefferson had claimed away from the insanity of the hotel.
The fact that she had actually gotten the hat to work; no toast, no vanishing, no strange burning smell and no flashing lights -unless the portal counted- Emma had started to feel a little more secure in the fact that helpless was not something she was right then.
That didn't mean she had a clue what to do.
Swapping roles with Jefferson for a while, leaving him at the apartment to snark at whoever he felt like on the network, she headed for the town hall, trying to remember on which side of the street she'd seen the bars in through the window. It made sense that there would be somewhere in town that acted as a station, at the very least something basic like Storybrooke. With her gun still holstered at her hip, added back up if needed, Emma started peering through the windows again as she waited.
At the very least it was someone else in town she didn't know.