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[the_fairest]

OOM: This is something she really can't handle before coffee.

"--is no way there is a bar in the backyard, Emma. Are you sure you haven't been spending too much time with Hen--"

The voice had drifted closer and closer until a young woman, with short black hair, appeared in the doorway, looking from over her shoulder to the wide expanse of the room in front of her.

"Emma," Mary Margaret hissed. A completely failed stage whisper. "There's a bar in my backyard."



[Two pups, two muns. One semi-new, one brand new.
Tiny Tags: Emma Swan, Mary Margaret Blanchard]

Sadly, we must call slows for sleep after this last round of tags. We might be back for an hour tomorrow night, but definitely on Wednesday night to pick right up where we left off. Thank you, one and all, for your very Once Upon A Warm Welcome. This night has been full of magic and delight.

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[notinthebook]

"Right?"

This is weird. It's so weird, but kind of great at the same time. She hadn't made it up, hadn't dreamed it, isn't nuts, and now she's got a place to drink where Regina can't possibly sneak up on her and ruin her damn whiskey.

Her hands settle on her hips, and she looks around, lifting her eyebrows at Mary Margaret. "Pretty impressive, isn't it?"

[the_fairest]

"Impressive?" It should have been impossible. "It's in my-- well, it's not actually in my backyard, is it?"

Mary Margaret reached up to tuck a piece of hair behind her ear, barely long enough to catch. A nervous habit, because there was no backyard. There was no outside of the house.

There was, instead, a lot of other people, furniture, room with at least two sets of stairs and an elevator. It didn't look like it ended anywhere soon. It should have been impossible.

[notinthebook]

"Not unless construction around here is really quiet."

She glances over her shoulder at Mary Margaret, and her grin fades a little, twists into abashed concern.

"Uh, hey, you okay? I know it's kind of a shock. I couldn't believe it last night, either."

[the_fairest]

Mary Margaret almost said she was okay, except there was a bar where her backyard and outside should be. "You found it last night, and it was just, still here, this morning?"

She nearly wishes she'd been woken up for it then.

[balancingminds]

Charles is taking advantage of the fact that he can get extra time in the Bar to do some work at a table and smiles when they walk in,

"Yes, it's kind of surprising."

[the_fairest]

Mary Margaret startled a little skittishly at the new voice.


"That might be an understatement," but she was at least almost smiling still. Odd things seemed to happen around Emma everywhere. Then, sheepishly, giving an odd what am I supposed to do here? or what did you do to my house? look to Emma, before looking back to him.

[notinthebook]

Emma's grinning, thumbs stuck in her back pockets, but when Mary Margaret gives her that look, her smile falters and her eyes go wide and ... well, innocent may not be the precise word to use.

"This isn't my fault," she points out. "I think you should call your landlord."

[thenewblack]

Artemis has a shirt on reading GOTHAM NORTH, a pair of track pants and her feet in a ratty pair of sneakers up on a table.

"Around here it's a thing that seems to happen."

[notinthebook]

"Yeah, that door's no joke."

She gives Mary Margaret a gentle little nudge -- it's meant to be encouraging, but Emma maybe overdoes it a little.

"I seriously thought this was all just the weirdest dream of my entire life."

It's nice to know she won't have to go check in with Archie anytime soon.

[the_fairest]

Mary Margaret swayed slightly with the push. Because it's always more of push with Emma. She's got force behind her, even if she can't see herself doing it. She let it go, walking inside the door. Looking between her house and the room.

"How did this happen?" Could she still go to work tomorrow?

[gorgonfondness]

"Another new person? Is it that time of the month already?"

So says the regular that Emma has already met.

Mia is sitting at a nearby table, enjoying a pot of tea and.....some sort of sandwich. Instead of work today, she has a small stack of letters, some parchment, and a few quills.

The pregnant woman looks to be the amiable sort.

[the_fairest]

"This is normal?" Is, maybe, surprised. There is a bar out the back door. It doesn't do as normal in Storybrooke.

[notinthebook]

"Oh, hey."

Emma lifts a hand, awkward, glancing at Mary Margaret as she does.

"Mia, right?"

To Mary Margaret: "I, uh, met her last time."

[claudiometer]

"--Oh, hey, Emma. And... Emma's friend."
Claudia's not in the rafters, this time. She's still tearing into one of the sound system's speakers, but she's doing so from the comfort of a table.

(OOC: I may need to call insta-slowtime, but I cannot resist.)

[the_fairest]

(OOC: Not a problem!)



Mary Margaret's going to raised her eyebrows, and wait. A little behind Emma. Because, Emma, there are people here who know your name. It easier when she isn't being focused on anyway. She can keep looking everywhere, at everything.

[notinthebook]

"Hey, Claudia."

She gives Mary Margaret an apologetic look.

"Uh, this is my friend. Mary Margaret Blanchard. Mary Margaret, I, uh, met Claudia last time."

Hope you don't mind some mistaken identity...

[numbered_doctor]

There's a startled blink from a woman seated by the door at seeing a familiar face in a place she doesn't expect it.

"...Cameron?"

Re: Hope you don't mind some mistaken identity...

[notinthebook]

It takes a minute, and a nudge or two, but Emma finally realizes it's her the woman's addressing.

"Huh?" She turns, but doesn't see anyone she knows. "Are you talking to me?"

Re: Hope you don't mind some mistaken identity...

[the_fairest]

Mary Margaret will just be watching. Over here. Behind Emma. Only slightly. Maybe not slightly enough. She is leaning to the side to look at the person asking the question, too.

[luvs_yogurt]

[ooc: Couldn't help myself, feel free to not acknowledge him. ;)]

Michael Westen is back in the same stool at the end of the bar, his polo shirt and khakis from the night before changed out for a plain navy suit and white shirt - so he must have left at some point.

He's hunched over a cheap pre-paid cellphone with an eyeglass screwdriver and a pair of tweezers. This time, there's a half-eaten yogurt and glass of ice water beside him and he is clearly lost in whatever it is that he's doing with the phone.

[notinthebook]

She's looking around the bar, wondering where the best place to start might be, and it's the yogurt cup that catches her eye.

It'd be easy to go over and say hi, but he'd had a kind of snarky humor she'd appreciated, and he had given her his number. Pausing, she pulls out her phone and the crumpled napkin from last night, and considers the number there for a second before punching it into her phone and hitting SEND.

What? He said he got service, right?

(Unless that's his phone he's working on, but it's worth a shot.)

[the_fairest]

Then, there's a face peer around her shoulder.

"What are you doing?" And why is she doing it now, here?

And was that flash of white what she thinks it was, Emma?

[basic_powers]

...It's just that time of the month again isn't it?

"Welcome to Milliways!"

..yes that came from the little boy perched on the rafters with a tray of food and some books beside him. There is nothing so amusing as new people to the Bar.

Provided it's from a relatively safe distance.

[the_fairest]

"I, uhm," Mary Margaret really might need a moment still. "Thanks?"

There's a whole huge room taking up a place where a huge room shouldn't be.

[notinthebook]

Emma lifts an eyebrow.

"Kid, aren't you a little young to be hanging out in a bar?"