Beware of Strange Boxes

[thesavior]

WHO: Emma Swan
WHERE: The Inn, outside and her house
WHEN: Inn stuff takes place on the 6th, anything after that can be from the 7th-15
OPEN TO: Sansa, Casey and anyone
WARNINGS: None that I know of
STATUS: Open

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T h e I n n- February 6th

Emma sat in the sitting area of the inn, staring at the box in front of her. She didn’t know who would give her a gift, but it made her sort of nervous. She kept running her hands over the top and sides, like that was going to tell her the mysteries of what was inside the box.

She laughed out loud at herself, because how ridiculous would that be? She surprised herself at the crazy things that went through her head. “Well, since I don’t have x-ray vision, I better open it,” She said, as she glanced around before opening the box and reaching inside.

“Oh my,” She whispered as she pulled out reams of lace and satin. She smiled softly, as she ran her fingers over the material. She still couldn’t believe this was happening, but she was holding ivory material, so it must be real. She thought that most people could use a gathering so maybe they would open their wedding to the whole village.

O u t s i d e

Emma left the inn and was on her way home when she heard the first pop of lightning. The last thing that she needed was to get struck by lightening. She was walking quickly towards her place she caught something out of the corner of her eye. She glanced up and saw a figure on one of the roofs.

“Hey, you might want to get down before you get hurt,” Emma called up.

The last thing she wanted was to see someone hurt.

Comments

outside

[thecatinahat]

Cougar's been prone to the rooftops since he arrived, for the good vantage point they bring. The lightning has been striking people, but never with any pattern and it never seems to find them because of what they wear or where they are. He's beginning to think it's just random acts of an angry God. Jumping to the ground with a roll, he captures his hat and slides it back on his head, tipping it to the side.

"See? No harm," he promises, raising a brow. "Lightning is choosing, I think."

outside

[theroadremains]

It took Casey a moment to realize the woman below him was talking to him. He paused in the middle of a soft tune he had learned a few years back, a somber blues song he didn't know the words to. He had made the roof a frequent perch of his, spending at least an hour or two a day or night on the Inn's sloped shingles to watch the sky, rain or shine, lightning or clear skies.

Pocketing the instrument he carefully slid down to where the tree beside the inn grew, bracing a foot on its sturdy trunk before nimbly using it to climb off and drop down from the roof. The path he usually took to the window of his and Kira's room was worn and marked from repetitive use, but he took a different path this time, straight to the ground.

He glanced up at the crackling sky and then to Emma.

"Safer up there than down here." His voice scratched up his throat, rough from lungs worn ragged after a life of breathing in ash. "No one to sneak up on you up there."

The Inn

[turned_to_steel]

"That's beautiful." Sansa couldn't help but stop to stare at the lace and satin that the woman had pulled out of a box that had been sitting in front of her for awhile now. Sansa had noticed her before when she sat down to eat and had been on her way to take her dishes into the kitchen when she noticed what was going on.

Focusing back on the woman, she offered a small, sheepish smile. "Apologies. I couldn't help but notice your present."

Re: The Inn

[thesavior]

Emma turned around surprised at the voice behind her. "It's okay.... I just wasn't expecting anyone behind me," She admitted with a laugh. She gestured the girl to come closer if she wanted to. "I'm not used to getting presents, and I wish I knew what to do with it," She added with a laugh.

No one in their right mind should ever give Emma a needle and thread.