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WHO: Killian Jones and ota
WHERE: The inn
WHEN: June 20
OPEN TO: Everyone
WARNINGS: Will update if needed
STATUS: Open

The fact that when he wakes up he's alone in the bed is unusual, but by itself isn't enough cause for worry. Maybe Emma just got up early for some reason, or had trouble sleeping and didn't want to disturb him, so is somewhere else in the house. A quick check of the house convinces him that she's not there somewhere, so he sets out to look elsewhere for her.

He starts at the inn, ducking into the kitchen, because she often would help with cleaning or whatever cooking tasks that she could. No sign of her there.

No sign of her anywhere else either. She's not at the river, or the garden plot, or in any of the other buildings in the village. He even forgoes his usual tasks (and even food) in favor of searching for her anywhere he can think to look, and finds no trace of her except for her belongings in the house. Which can really only mean one thing.

He's sure that his fears have come true, that Emma has disappeared like so many others before her, and the only way he'll see her again is if he's returned to Storybrooke as well. All he can do now is hope. But there is one tiny sliver of that hope left here. It's possible, perhaps, that she's here, they just managed to miss each other all day. He's got no way of getting in touch with her, after all. They could have just been in different places as each other. He circles back to the inn, at a time when many of the residents of the village are eating dinner. He pushes the door open and steps inside. "Has anyone seen Emma?"

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Moana was sitting on the floor with Itiiti during dinner. She'd eaten quickly and was trailing a thin string threw the air for the little piglet to follow. He oinked happily, scrambling after the string frantically but never being able to reach it before Moana pulled it back.

Her smile dropped when Killan walked into the inn and her hand dropped, giving Itiiti a chance to finally catch the string. He wasn't very interested when he got it and he huffed, sounding disappointed that their game had ended anticlimactically. Moana was more focused on Killian, her brows furrowing together as she rose to her feet.

"No. I haven't. Have you not seen her?"

A nervous feeling tightened uncomfortably in Moana's chest. She didn't want to think that Emma was gone.

"I haven't seen her all day." He had been hopeful for awhile, thinking that maybe they'd just missed each other at some point, but it's not that big of a village, there aren't that many inhabitants, and she doesn't tend to spend a lot of time in the woods around the village. Not like he does, anyway, which tends to make her easier to find.

"It looks to me like she's not here anymore."

Moana felt her heart sink that those words. "So she's back home. She's at least safe there... right?" She knew some people who's homes weren't safe. Jyn had been one of them and Moana had been reminded of that loss since.

She didn't want to keep losing the people that she loved.

"Are you... okay?" Moana didn't think he would be but she had no idea what to do in this situation. There was nothing she could do to bring Emma back.

"That's the hope. She has people at home to help her." He wouldn't say it's unsafe, really, but there do seem to be an awful lot of threats, and Emma's right in the middle of it because she's the savior. She's the one everyone wants to nullify, and she's also the one who steps in to save everyone. Even when it feels like she might lose everything in the process.

"It's not the first time I've been separated from Emma."

Moana watched him curiously. "It isn't?" She couldn't imagine being separated from those she cared about with no way to know if they are alright. Her family wasn't here but she knew in her heart that they were safe. It wasn't much but it's what she had and it was enough.

"What happened last time?"

"No. The last time it happened, I didn't expect I'd ever see her again." None of them had, and even if he had been welcome to stay with the rest of them, he'd been determined to get back the other thing that had meant so much to him: the Jolly Roger. "There was a curse. We were stuck in separate worlds. When we needed her help though, I did find a way to get her back to us." Back where she belonged: with her family.

Moana's expression softened. "Then you'll find her again. You've already gone between worlds for each other before." She liked to think that they could do it again though it wasn't going to help him feel better now.

"Please don't lose hope." She stepped forward and warped her arms around his waist in a tight hug.

Why is it that he seems to find the optimistic ones? David and Mary Margaret had been sure that they'd see Emma again, and had been right, even when he found that hard to imagine. Without having the two of them there, it seems that Moana will have to fill that role, because he's had a harder time finding that hope when he needs it.

"It was possible to leave those worlds though." There's no leaving this one to go and look for a way back to her.

It's too hot to eat much, so Baze is by now finished with what little he could stomach, and sitting on the stoop out in front of the building with a few tree branches he's trying (in a somewhat slow and uncertain fashion) to shape into something he can make a weapon out of. He keeps an eye on Killian as he approaches the inn again, looks up when he pokes his head inside, and then asks, "Which one is she?"

He doesn't know a lot of names, okay.

Which one is she? How does he describe Emma to someone who doesn't know her? "Blonde, shorter than I am. Sometimes wears the green scrubs. Helps out around the inn a lot." Which is one of the reasons he's here asking after her. That and the fact that this is the place that people congregate.

"I haven't seen her all day, which is unusual."

He has at least seen the blonde around, and nods. "Neither have I. Where would she go?" Because this place isn't that big, and he hasn't learned yet of people randomly disappearing. That'll be an interesting bit of information, once he does hear about it.

"In the village here? Nowhere I haven't already looked." It's possible that he missed her somewhere, but not likely. It's not like she tends to go tromping through the woods or anything, like he does when he's fishing. "It's looking more and more like she was sent back home."

Baze twitches back with a frown at the last part. "Sent home? That happens?" He's new, okay, and he hasn't done a lot of talking to people. "How?"

"It happens to a lot of people." It's almost like it's not worth it to make those connections with someone, since they could disappear without a trace and no notice. "If anyone knew how people kept leaving, they'd do it themselves. That's just one of many questions no one can answer."

"Emma?" The answer comes from a teenage boy not quite as tall as Killian but more solid in build who has a big pot in his hands that he's carrying back to the kitchen. Clearly he's someone who works in the inn, for the given value of "works" in the village since it's all voluntary, and he's probably been making the rounds distributing the last of the usual stew to the people eating there. "Who's Emma?"

Peeta doesn't know everyone in the village yet, which he considers something of a personal failing, considering his plans to get people on "his" side in all this mess in case something awful happens. But he's only just gotten off his crutches the day before, which explains part of it. The name's familiar to him, but he can't connect it to a face in his mind, and the question the man's asking-

He'd been asking the same thing a few weeks back. Peeta's just hoping it's not for the same reason.

"She's my wife." By the definitions of this place, anyway, where it was true mostly because they exchanged a few words and called it a marriage. But it worked for them, and it was the idea behind it that was the point, anyway. The fact that they wanted to spend the rest of their lives together, and that included in this place, too.

"I haven't seen her all day."

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