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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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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?

"No clue," says Artemis, "But the service is good and my Dad doesn't come here so far. I'm calling it a win."

"There you go," says Emma, gesturing with one hand like that explains everything. She moves a little sideways, keeping her focus on Mary Margaret, trying to gauge how the other woman's doing.

"This has been a little unexpected," she explains. "To be fair, I probably could've broken it a little better."

"Are you sure there's a better way to tell someone bar ate their backyard?" The morning after you moved in? Before you've even worked up how to ask what each other needs on a grocery list?

Mary Margaret was working on a shy, but attempting it, teasing smile.

Better than the clawing sensation of wanting to look at her house again, yes?

"Well it's been fairly polite about not chewing the other sides of doors on me when I go back," offers Artemis, "Not that I can tell all the time, but there you go."

"Oh, right, that backyard." She grimaces. "Man, I really hope we can actually still get out there."

She gives Mary Margaret a sidelong, apprehensive glance. "Uh, sorry about that."

"We can, can't we?" Mary Margaret turned that tightened flash of panic toward the new girl. "Still get to our backyard? This isn't just moving in, is it?"

"It hasn't for me," says Artemis, "And, ah, you got other doors if it comes to that right?"

Alternate exit plans at lest?

"There are windows?" suggests Emma, rolling her shoulders and pushing her hands into her back pockets.

"So where are you coming from?"

Not funny, Emma. Mary Margaret is glancing back toward the closed door. "We've got the front door still at least. Is there anyway to move it from the backdoor?"

Artemis shrugs.

"Not sure," she says, "This is my second time in and the first time I managed it on purpose. The matches I took seem to have help though."

"Matches?"

Both eyebrows lift in surprise.

"What, you've got a match book that brings you back here?"

That's about as good as her being Snow White. It makes about as much sense. And given Emma's asked already, she's fine waiting for the answer.

"i was pretty much in the middle of nowhere last time," says Artemis, "I picked up a pack of matches, for emergencies, things like that here. Then I just sort of held them and concentrated when I tried the door."

Ta da!

"Huh."

Emma crosses her arms, frowning curiously.

"You think that would make any door work?"

Mary Margaret is not sure she wants this room in every other room in her house, Emma.

"Is there any way to close it and get back outside the house through that door? If people have been doing this a lot, shouldn't there be more convenient ways to manage this place?"

"Mostly I hear that it generally goes away when you don't want it. Except when you're being kidnapped."

"That's handy," says Emma, to the first part, then twists her mouth. "That, maybe not so much. Is there any kind of warning, or what? Because I've got a new job and Mary Margaret's got young minds to mold, so we sort of need to be able to have some control over it if we can."

Mary Margaret nodded.

"It's a bit inconvenient where it is, too."

"I guess we'll find out?" offers Artemis, "I mean I'm not really in a position to start throwing advice around on something like this."

Second visit and all that.

"Pretty much everybody said the same kind of thing," says Emma, wrinkling up nose and brow.

"They all seemed to have kind of a 'wait and see' attitude towards it. You pretty new, too?"

Mary Margaret wondered at that. Everyone considered it that way? Did it all change that often, then? Was it always taking people randomly and suddenly from new places?

"I am a bright and fluorescent shade of green here."

"So, yes."

The girl's kinda fun, Emma's got to give her that.

"Well, great. I guess we'll all just kind of muddle through together."

Hey, it's worked out for her in the past.

Mostly.

"It'd be like a club," is a little agreeing, only to flush after it.