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Monday, July 8th, 2019

Beau had pretty much expected to see something totally different across the causeway this morning when she went to get herself breakfast before heading to work, so it wasn't really a surprise when she looked across to the mainland to see what looked like a town covered in smoke.

Kind of tempting to go over there and explore it, she wouldn't lie, but that wasn't going to happen today because she had to work, and she was trying to be a responsible adult, dammit, which for the record sucked but she was giving it her best shot anyway.

On the other hand, maybe this was as good a motivation as any to really work on those vacation plans. And also to keep trying to shake down someone at Portalocity for results, or at least answers on what she had to do to get results. So yeah, like last week Beau would be spending a lot of time on her phone, frowning (more than usual) from time to time as a possible lead turned out to be pretty sketchy.

Good thing she was expecting this whole process to be a pain in the ass.

[OOC: Open gym, open post!]

died8yearsago

The maze was gone, thank god, and Rosa was pretty sure they could chalk everything up to another Monday morning reset sort of thing, but she was still going to spend some time actually making some calls around the island, as well as sending out some troopers to check physically, that no one that might have gotten nabbed by goblins was still missing. And if they were, to check and make sure they hadn't just gone on vacation or just decided they'd had enough of this dumb island and finally got the sense enough to leave.

But since all of last week seemed out of their hair (including the glitter that seemed to have been very persistent about sticking to Rosa's), she turned most of her attention onto this week, and, hoping to sort of get an actual idea of what they might be in store for, considered the fact that they'd moved again, she was hunched over her computer, delving into as much as she could find about Toluca Lake, Silent Hill, and Shepherd's Glen, maybe making a few calls into the latter. Making some notes, deciding to see how the next twenty-four hours shaped up and fully planning to spend most of her time tomorrow after her and Blackstone's class hitting the street and looking into those places a little closer.

Doing, you know, actual detective work and stuff. Which was sort of a good distraction, mostly, from how exhausted this summer was making her feel, but she also couldn't help wondering if it didn't really matter, figuring anything out for this week, if it was just going to likely be something entirely different next week.

Rosa definitely wasn't having any good feelings about what little she was uncovering so far, either, but there definitely did seem something there, and once it snagged her attention, she had trouble really letting it go.

[[ open! ]]

special_rabbit

Amaya had woken up on a floor again, depsite having gone to sleep in her own bed, only, this time, instead of it just being her own bedroom, it was down in the sewers. The normal sewers, not some convoluted maze version where she was stuck in a cage, surrounded by increasingly bizarre favors and gifts from the goblins who, big surprise, were learning that it was sort of hard to really woo a person that 1) had no interest in being wooed and 2) you sort of kidnapped in the first place. Talk about starting off on the wrong foot! And though she was mostly glad that everything was back to normal and that she didn't have to deal with any of the embarrassment of someone actually saving her, she was pretty sure a sewer wasn't going to be making the list of 'Favorite Places to Wake Up' any time soon, and she was a little irked that she hadn't managed to just go and save herself with that one.

Pity she couldn't figure out exactly how they made that cage so impenitrable, because that would be a pretty useful thing to know!

Either way, she was a bit late getting the shop up and going that morning, having to get there from the sewers (but at least she didn't get lost!), taking the longest shower she probably ever had in her life, and making the biggest pot of coffee she could. She didn't even want to start registering what was going to be the thing that was going on this week. Not yet, anyway. Right now, she just wanted to be glad that she was not in a cage, that she was not being romanced by goblins, and that she was back in her shop, getting the forge going and picking out some steel to quickly hammer out something to get back into the swing of things (get it??), and maybe work out some of these knots in her back.

it did seem a little weird, though, didn't it? That her bed had managed to make it back like normal, but she hadn't. You'd think, since she was already in it, whatever rearranged the island after these weeks would have just sort of done them both in one fell swoop, but apparently, that was far too much logic for this place. Made a bit too much sense to have anything like that happen, now didn't it?

The Forge is open!

heartinabox

The smoke cleared, and just as Regina expected, she found herself standing at a small town harbor instead of in a castle. The only trouble was, it clearly wasn't Storybrooke's harbor. And she was alone.

"Henry?" she called, turning in a slow circle, irritation and panic warring within her. She knew that curse inside and out, had cast it any number of times. Hell, she'd finished it once while her son was actively dying in her arms. She'd been sure her adjustment would work. She looked down, checking her clothing: a stylish pantsuit, sharply cut. Definitely Regina Mills, mayor of Storybrooke, not Roni, bartender, or the Evil Queen. A look around the harbor only helped to further establish that she'd missed her landing. The place was a strange mix of old fashioned and modern more common to Europe than to Maine, and the sky, dark and oppressive with what smelled like coal smoke, seemed more like something out of an old Victorian novel than anything you'd find in a modern town — at least not one where she'd expect to see a "taste of Thai" restaurant.

The castle on the hill above the town didn't exactly scream "real world", either.

"Where the hell am I?" She set her hands on her hips, running the curse she'd cast over in her mind, trying to work out where it might have gone wrong — or been tampered with. She looked around again, this time scanning for any of the various iterations of her son. "HENRY!"

"Regina Mills?"

She jumped and spun, her hand going to her heart, only just stopping herself from summoning a fireball for defense. She glared at the man who'd come up behind her. "Who wants to know?"

The man, unremarkable to a level that was nigh uncanny, wasn't impressed. "The guy who was paid a lot of money to hand this off to a lady on the boardwalk shouting 'Henry', who goes by 'Regina Mills'."

Regina scowled at him, faintly wishing she was still the sort to rip the hearts out of people who irritated her. "Paid by whom?"

The man smiled faintly and held out the envelope. Regina scowled harder and took it, then turned to walk away.

"What," the man asked. "No tip?"

Regina waved him off without turning and examined the parcel. It was a simple, legal sized manilla envelope, addressed to her care of "the Port of Fandom", with no return address. Nothing about it screamed "danger", and it was her only hint as to what the hell had gone wrong, so she slit it open with a fingernail and pulled out the sheaf of papers within. A real estate contract between herself and a name she didn't recognize, detailing the change of hands of a place apparently called "Luke's".

"I own a diner?"

She was missing Seattle already.

[open! Because why not bring in a new character on the first day of Silent Hill?]

mylandmyrules

It wasn't nice, this new place. Nell didn't like it and the flowers didn't either. But since she knew very well that you need to work with what you've been given, she worked to make the inside of the shop as bright and colorful as she could get.

filleauloup

Right then. Éponine was even less fond of this week than she had been of the one before, or the one two weeks before that, or -- well, suffice to say this was her least favorite week of the summer so far.

It was a good thing, really, that she'd taken that airhorn last night as a cue to get home.

But now she'd come in trailing ashes behind her, having had to trudge through quite a few drifts of them getting to the post office from home, and after twenty minutes or so of trying to sweep it all out the door she gave up on that as a lost cause. No point, really, when she'd only be doing it all over again every time she came back in from making deliveries.

She didn't like this. She didn't like any of it, and it all had her feeling a bit more lost and beleaguered than she had been since -- good lord, since shortly after arriving here several years ago. So while she was going about her usual routine of sorting mail, making deliveries, restocking the mailing supplies, and working the front counter, she was doing it all with a slightly more unfocused and distracted air than usual. And perhaps humming to herself a little louder than she typically did.

Every now and then one of the mailboxes would open of its own accord, but rather than a small swarm of butterflies or anything else silly and whimsical, a small cloud of ashes would come puffing out before the mailbox door shut itself again.

Perhaps it might be a good idea to get away for a few days -- but then again, it didn't look any more promising on the other side of the causeway, now, did it?

[OOC: Post/post office are open! Usual SP disclaimer applies.]

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