italy ♔ no prints to follow

[cigam]

♬ 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]

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.]

[uncurse]

In that he's a squire to the Knights, sure. But if you don't remember, can you really say you know him beyond that? [ a beat. she nods, admitting; ] You've met before.

[undealt]

[Gold gives her a look, but he can't argue semantics, because he loves semantics too much.]

And here I'd convinced myself he just makes a terrible first impression.

[He hadn't convinced himself of it at all, actually, but it was fairly touch and go there for a bit.]

[uncurse]

Which, granted, is also true. [ she arches an eyebrow, considering. and also deflecting. ]

[undealt]

[Shrug. Whatever, Emma, you don't know his life.

And then Gold goes quiet for a second, because he's thinking very, very hard about this next question.]

So what do you know about him?

[uncurse]

Not as much as I'd like to. [ she's just going to keep a cool deadpan and pretend she's not aware of the fact that her sentence sounds way more like an innuendo then talking about some creep's dossier yep. ] He's a pirate, he's been working with Regina's mother to try and get to Storybrooke and kill you. But, from what I can tell, until he got to the castle, he didn't even know your name anymore.

[undealt]

[And all Gold took out of that was:]

Why the hell does the mayor's mother want to kill me?

[uncurse]

Beats the hell out of me. You've got more grudges than admirers by a longshot, it's not my job to keep up with them. I was just trying to stay alive.

[undealt]

[He just... He can't. He just rolls his eyes and goes back to focusing on the overhead compartments like they hold some great mystery.]

And there goes every theory I ever had about Regina being nothing more than a physical manifestation of spite and bitterness.

[uncurse]

You're actually not that far off.

[ because the evil queen from snow white is totally a physical manifestation of spite and bitterness. no but really. ]