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♬ dreams in the hollow - jesca hoop

WHO || David, Charming, Emma, Gold, Hook, Francesca, Risa, Zatanna Zatara, Giovanni Zatara [closed]
WHAT || The flight to Italy; annd speaking to Zatanna's father
WHERE || On a plane; Florence, Italy
WHEN || April 20th
HOW || Actionspam

It's only a few hour plane ride from England to Italy, but the team has a little time to settle in and get to know each other and/or ask questions of Zee in preparation for meeting with her dad.

And of course, when they arrive, she takes the lead, bringing them through the streets of Florence, Italy at night and leading them around the door of a sold out theater advertisement for the Amazing Zatara.

Comments

[undealt]

For the most part, it was Hasmed repeatedly telling me I'm a terrible shot and encouraging me to seek other interests.

[That's not an answer. At all. He doesn't think much on the whole "capacity for magic" thing, because it did come too naturally. Even his teaching Faye had shades of things he didn't learn from Hasmed or anyone in the Knights.]

[uncurse]

All right, that explains how you found out about it. Not how you're so good at it.

Maybe it's not the first experience you've had with magic.

[undealt]

[He hesitates for a moment.] I've been avoiding hearing anything about my past because I'm not entirely certain I'm going to like what's there.

[He had this conversation with Belle. Attempting to rationalize lives unlived and becoming new people while still holding onto one day breaking the Veil's stranglehold.]

Now when we first here, you mentioned magic in Storybrooke. Said it had "extended farther than the town line," as I recall. Is that what I've forgotten- that my quiet little town is actually magical?

[uncurse]

[ she's cornered. there's no real way to explain this away with a convincing lie. she has to tell him storybrooke's magical - but how much more should she share? he's not rumpelstiltskin, he's gold, and no amount of remembering is going to change that fact.

but he is, at the same time. he's the dark one, still. that has to mean something. she purses her lips, studying him, then sighs. ]

It is. Or ... was. Storybrooke doesn't exist in this world - believe me, I looked.

[undealt]

It wouldn't have been the same if it did. [He checked too, upon his arrival. And now that he's thinking about it and how that fills in some confusing references Emma dropped in their first conversation, it doesn't really elaborate on any gaps or sensations or feelings. Hook, the nagging sensation to keep looking for something. Sometimes he looks at Belle and thinks he sees a spark there, but he just might want that connection to be there.] Of all the things to forget. [A light scoff.] Seems too easy, doesn't it? I have access to magic now- forgetting magic seems pointless.

[uncurse]

Maybe ... Maybe that's not all you forgot. I mean, to make you forget magic, you'd have to forget just about everything connected to it. Any ... history you might have had with it.

[undealt]

[He eyes her suspiciously. (sense motive 13)] Maybe. Either way, you seem to recall a great deal.

[So either nut up or shut up, woman.]

[uncurse]

A lot, but not everything. [ she's quick to change the subject to what she can get from him - which is confirmation of something that's been nagging her since the squiring party. ] There's something that's been bothering me, and I think you might be able to help. When I came to Storybrooke last year ... I had a reason. Something brought me there, and I can't remember for the life of me what it was.

[undealt]

[He considers her for a moment and he might even look sympathetic, even if he can't really explain where that's coming from. Natural, he supposes. It's one thing to forget the shape of your town and the life you led because of it. It's another to forget a child.] Are you sure you want to know the answer to that question?

[uncurse]

[ the sympathy tells her all she needs to know. gold doesn't do sympathy. not ever. ]

If I wasn't sure, I wouldn't be asking you.

[undealt]

His name is Henry. [It's measured. He's not going to lie to her, but he certainly isn't going to just tell her she has a son. She can draw that conclusion herself, if she wants, because that's a terrible thing to have to break to someone and he might not be a scrupulous or nice man, but this much means something to him, somehow.]

[uncurse]

My kid.

[ emma's voice is hollow. she never learned his name. never heard it. hook didn't know it. but he'd said that was who she was trying to get back to, and rumple's behavior all about confirms it. ]

[undealt]

[He turns away from her, staring vacantly at one of the overhead signs because it seems a better thing to focus on.] He's ten years old. And quite remarkable, really, for a boy his age.

[uncurse]

I know how old he is. [ she did remember having him, after all. just not any part of him coming back into her life. ]

[undealt]

So you remember the boy, but not that he found you. [Well, isn't that convenient.] I wonder what that means in the grand scheme of things.

[uncurse]

The grand scheme of - I don't give a damn about the grand scheme of things, I give a damn about this kid. I gave him up for adoption, if he had to come find me, and I'm gone ... [ he needed her. something was wrong. and now she's forgotten him, the same way her parents forgot her, and it's killing her to think she did the same thing to some other kid and - ] Is he here? Is he in this world?

[undealt]

Now how would I know that? [Seriously, Emma. Seriously.] I haven't exactly been keeping track of the foster care system. Though I imagine Wynn does.

[uncurse]

Because you have magic, and through some coincidence four people from our world have managed to stumble into this castle already. [ f u c k. four. she said four. she should have said three, because he didn't need to know about hook if he didn't already, because hook is a big long enchanted forest explanation that she doesn't want to give. ]

[undealt]

[YOU DEFINITELY SHOULD NOT HAVE SAID FOUR. His 22 wis check calls bullshit.]

By my last count, there are only three people from Storybrooke in the castle.

[uncurse]

You're not wrong. [ WILDLY UNCOMFORTABLE RIGHT NOW. ]

[undealt]

[Stare.

STAAAAAAAARE.]

There's more to the story than just simply magic in Storybrooke, isn't there?

[uncurse]

Magic isn't ... from Storybrooke. And neither are we.

[undealt]

[Gold hasn't thought she was this crazy since she started talking about portals straight out of the gate, which was less weird when you consider... The Veil. BUT THIS IS CRAZY TALK.]

And who else?

[Because that's more important than where the hell they're from.]

[uncurse]

[ emma doesn't say anything, but despite her attempts to refrain, a shifty and protective gaze fixes for just a split second on hook, a few seats away. ]

[undealt]

[He follows her gaze (spot check 20) and then jerks back to stare at her, completely stunned.] So I do know him.

[That's the only explanation for why they've been at each others' throats from the start of all this. They know each other and he doesn't need Emma to tell him what their history is. It's probably unpleasant.]