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I feel the earth move

WHO: Emma Swan and YOU
WHERE: Her House
WHEN: September 10th
OPEN TO: All
WARNINGS: None
STATUS: Open, Ongoing

Emma should really have known better. This place had taken her and everything she loved away from her. She should have fought to find out what was happening. She should have fought to find a way home. Emma, however, didn’t do any of those things. She allowed herself to be lulled into a false sense of security. She had somehow made her way in this place, with the help of the people around her…. Mostly Killian. She fought tooth and nail at the idea of love and relationships, but somehow Killian managed to worm his way into her life in a very integral way. There is nothing that Emma would do to change that.
She had felt the earthquakes earlier in the week and it was honestly something that she wasn’t used to but so far they had been manageable. The earthquake today, however, vaulted her forward with its sudden onset. It was not something that she was used to in the slightest. She heard a loud crack, and little bits of the ceiling started to come down, hitting her, as she crawled her way to the doorway. She thought that was something you were supposed to do right?

She couldn’t remember now. She just wanted it to stop.

[Later on]

Emma stared at her house in shock. It wasn’t that she felt that emotionally attached to the house itself, mostly of what it represented. It was the first place that was truly hers and it made her sad that it was damaged. She started to pick through the splintered wood and the broken glass thankful that no one was hurt. Now, she had to do what she did best... pick up the pieces of her life, and move forward.

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He was not in the house when the earthquake happened, luckily. He prefers to get up early, out of old habit. When the ground starts shaking, he braces himself against a tree until it's over. When it's done, he picks up that day's catch and heads back to town.

He makes no detour, doesn't stop to leave anything at the inn. He'll do that later, and if anyone has a problem with him checking on Emma first, then they'll just have to deal with it. She's the most important thing to him right now.

"Emma? Emma!"

Emma was sitting up against one of the walls of the house. She was conscious, but unmoving, not even realizing that she was bleeding from a small gash on her forehead. She just couldn't believe that she had lost everything again. She turned her head, wincing as she did, because ow.

"Don't you see? This is why I can't have nice things!" She started laughing hysterically before she started crying.

"Emma." He sits down next to her. Helping her calm down is the most important thing to do first. He reaches for one of the curtains and uses his hook to slash it and tear a piece off (it's ruined anyway) which he uses to wipe the blood from her forehead. "We'll just find somewhere else to live then. We'll salvage what we can from here and find a house that isn't ruined, or another building that isn't ruined, and we'll make a home there."

He puts his arm around her and pulls her in to rest against him. He knows a thing or two about loss, and moving on after it. He's just figured that part out and he's not going to let her fall into the same habits he did.

"Besides, it wasn't that nice of a house anyway." He's attempting to lighten the mood.

"But Killian it was my first home," She exclaimed as she burrowed into his arms a little. She was dealing with shock at losing her home, and shock over the bump on her head.

"Sorry,"She said wincing as the cloth was pressed against her head. "Ow. How can you be so calm about this?"

“It was our first home together. But not our last.” Who knows how many more homes they might have? It's not the place that's as important as the people, anyway, and as long as she's there, he's home.

“I wouldn't be a very good captain if I couldn't keep a calm head in a crisis,” he reminds her. So many years managing a crew has once again turned out to be an advantage.

About an hour after the earthquake had taken out his own house, Sam had pulled himself together and headed out for a walk. He didn't really have a place in mind, though eventually he'd probably wind up at the inn. For now though he wanted to see how the rest of the village had fared. He wanted to see what the damage was, if anyone had been hurt, and get as far away from his funk as possible. He'd feel better if he could help others.

He saw a lot of damage around here: trees down, windows broken, tiles sliding off of roofs. He didn't pass by many people at first and assumes they either headed for the inn already or are doing what he is and checking things out. He debated heading to check the garden or even the fountain, but instead caught sight of a woman standing outside one of the houses looking pretty shaken up herself.

Sam made a bee-line for her. The village was small, so he recognized her but hadn't exactly spoken with her yet. That wasn't going to stop him from lending a hand though, "You all right?" His focus was on her instead of the house, though his eyes flicked to the damage of it to assess the building. "Earthquake got your house pretty bad too, huh?"

Emma was at least a little more coherent than when she had seen Helen. She was still standing on top of a fairly large pile of rubble, she found out she had a better perspective a couple of feet up in the air. Hook would probably kill her later, but for now, she was relatively safe.

"Me? I'm always okay," She said with a smirk and a small shrug. It wasn't a lie.... well, not really. What choice did she have but to be okay. Did the situation suck? Yes. Was it unfair? Hell yes. Could she change it or do anything about it? Hell no. Moving on. The story of Emma's life.

"Do you ever have the feeling, that no matter what you do... no matter how hard you try.... you always end up back at square one?"

He didn't exactly believe her, but he wasn't about to call her out on it either. What more could he say anyway? He was in a similar boat and was doing his best to continue on like it was all good.

"Lately? Yes. Sometimes here though it feels like we haven't even made it pass square one at all. I mean, what are you supposed to do when you get more questions than answers half the time?" Sam snaps his finger, "Oh, wait, I get it. We're stuck in a game of trivia. Double Jeopardy maybe."

Sorry, he's trying to be lighthearted. His mood quickly turns somber, "Sorry about your place. If you're okay need any help getting stuff out?"

Emma looked up at Sam from where she was sitting on the ground. He had this look about him that told her that he was really only placating her. He didn't push though, which she liked about him, even though she didn't know him he was offering to help and who was she to turn it down?

She struggled to her feet, letting the world settle after feeling it spin on it's axis. Emma laughed softly. "You watch Jeopardy much? I'm Emma, and yeah if you can find my fishing pole I'll love you forever."

"When I have the chance. Prefer it to watching the news anyway," Sam admits. You don't have to worry about much in a game show, Sam enjoys the simplicity. Plus, he's found it's a fun way to catch Steve up on things so sometimes Sam would turn that on at the Avengers' head quarters as background noise. It was usually something that wouldn't spark an argument.

"Sam," he said. "Let's look for a fishing pole then," he added, turning to the house. "Where were you keeping it?"

Helen's own home had been mildly damaged by the earthquake and there were some repairs that seemed to be beyond her own skill to manage. She would have to ask Thorfinn for his assistance in the matter, certainly, but for the moment she was more concerned about any injuries that might have resulted.

To that end, she'd gone along the village road, checking each house to make sure the occupants were out and about and tending any wounds she could manage. She had little in the way of supplies, yes, but she could make do with what she had; it wouldn't be the first time. Seeing Emma, she paused and called out to her.

"Do you need any assistance? Are you injured at all?"

Emma almost didn't hear Helen when she called out to her, she was preoccupied with surveying the damage that was now her home... her life. "I should learn by now that I can't have nice things. It all gets taken away," She muttered, turning and making her way out of the rubble.

The bleeding from the wound on her head had stopped, but she still hadn't covered it. She never really thought about herself first, just what was going on around her.

She looked up, startled. "Oh.... what? Oh yeah I'm fine," She said, not a hint of sarcasm, just truth. "You know how to rebuild houses?"

"I know less about rebuilding houses than I do about doctoring wounds. Let me take a look at your head, please? I'm a physician."

Helen was concerned the woman might have a concussion, considering, and she wanted to rule that out if at all possible. Without any equipment to do scans, it would be difficult to determine if there was something going on beneath the surface but Helen couldn't help but try.

"That makes two of us," Emma said, making her way over to where Helen stood. Emma didn't really like doctors, she avoided them like the plague, but this doctor didn't remind her of her prison doctor's at all. She let out the breath she had been holding, anxiety mostly.

"I'm Emma. What kind of a doctor are you?"

"Surgeon," Helen said, giving her a little smile. "It has not proven terribly easy to be one here, however, considering the fact that there's no way to even run a test or perform a surgery."

Helen had spent some time in field hospitals, yes, but this was even more dire than those situations.

Cougar has been doing the rounds to make sure everyone is alive and somewhat unharmed. He knows there is a doctor among them, now, but he can help too and old habits die hard. This is like a battle and he wants to make sure that his people are still in good shape. He passes Emma, glancing at her through the fuzz of his shorter curling hair and trying to get a good look at her.

"All right?" is what he asks, as she stares at the house. She looks fine, but maybe he just can't see any harms.

Emma looked over her shoulder at the sound of the voice. Her face softened a bit at the sight of Cougar, knowing that he was not an imminent threat to her, but she supposed that she was in shock.

"I'm supposed to be right?" She muttered. "So, yeah I'm just peachy," She snarked, looking immediately sorry for having snapped. "Sorry, it's.... well, it's been a day." She managed a small smile, but it didn't reach her eyes.

"You okay?" She asked, as she slowly made her way towards him.

He shrugs when she asks over his state of being. The house is still standing, Jensen and Veronica aren't hurt, but he's not been so lucky. He gestures to the stitches on his neck (shown by his now short hair) and offers a shrug, to make sure she knows that it's not a bad case. "Got a scratch," he says, which does underplay it just a little, but he doesn't think by that much.

She doesn't look to have had the same luck. "Do you want me to look you over?" he asks. "I'm a medic."

Emma starts to reach out to make sure he's okay, but then remembers that she hasn't known him for that long so instead she curls her hand into a fist. "Uh huh," Emma said dryly. "Who took care of it for you?" She asked.

Emma turned a little towards Cougar, and lowered the cloth that Hook had given her. She was trying to be better about letting people close to her, but it was still difficult.

"Go ahead," She said softly. Her voice was a little unsteady, but that was probably the adrenaline.

"I had help with the haircut. I treated wound myself," Cougar says with a shrug of his shoulders, because even though the angle had been uncomfortable and strange, it had seemed like the best thing to do at the time. He nods and steps in to give her a quick cursory onceover, but then gestures to a place she can sit.

"It will be easier if I can do a few touches. Only if it's okay?"

Emma smiled at little at the visual of Cougar getting his hair cut in a place like this. She didn't know why it seemed so funny to her. "You have scissors here?" She asked, trying to distract herself from the poking and prodding that was bound to happen.

As long as she didn't think about it two hard, she was fine.

"It's fine. So a medic huh?"

"The other Losers were not good with a needle and thread." Which is a lie. Pooch could manage, but he could never manage with Jake's bitching, which Cougar had become an expert in coping with, so he had been the lucky one to get to do the work, since Jensen had a habit of getting hurt more than the others.

"I found kitchen shears," he says. "Little dull," he admits. He works to check her over, grateful that nothing seems to be broken. "All good," he promises. "But if something is hidden, you should tell me."

Nerys' own house has likely been thrown around, sure, but she's not overly attached to it, and she hasn't accumulated much to lose at the moment. (And yes, perhaps she is not thinking about what this means regarding her mental health, her inability to acquire belongings, make connections.) So instead of going and looking at the mess, she dusts herself off from where she's landed as best she can with a twisted ankle and heads back towards the nearest house.

"Hells, are you okay?" she asks, not-quite-jogging up to the woman outside the bungalow. The woman's blond hair is covered in little pieces of plaster, and she looks stunned as she slowly shifts pieces of wood away from the front door, including one that looks damn heavy. "Here, let me help you with that."

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Emma was trying to move the door, because she wanted to find out if she could salvage anything inside the house. She had her fishing pole in there, and while Hook had his, she was proud of the fact that she had made it with her own two hands, and sincerely hoped it was still in one piece.

She grunted, trying and failing to get a look at who was speaking. She was certain that she didn't know the voice, but she couldn't exactly turn and say hi could she?

The weight lessened some, and she could see the woman properly. "Thanks," Emma said, and found that she genuinely meant it. "You new?" Was ground out, due to the fact she was multi-tasking.

The other woman is stronger than she looks, but Nerys lifts a good portion of the weight of the door, shifting it away from the former entrance. Easier said than done, considering a lot of the places they could move it to are strewn with debris.

"Been here a while," she replies, and grits her teeth so she can bend her knees, take on a little more of the weight. There seems to be something blocking them from moving it too much further. "I just...kinda suck at introductions, I'm...afraid."

"That makes two of us," She said, nodding. She really wished that she could use her magic here, it would be so helpful right about now as she struggled under the weight.

"I'm so not a social person.... like at all," She said with a small shrug of her shoulders. "I'm Emma. You weren't hurt?"

"I'm not entirely good at being social, myself," Nerys admits, feeling her teeth grind together as she and the other woman move the door a few centimeters further--but not much more than that. "Twisted my ankle, but I'll be all right. Well enough to help out," she notes, with a definitive nod and set to her jaw.

"My name's Nerys. Looks like this is caught on a second piece--are you able to hold it for a minute while I try and shift?"

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