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[unhand]

Who: Hook and ~other people~
Where: the beach
When: April 28
Rating: PG probably
Summary: Hook and booze and staring out to sea.
The Story:

[Hook found a bottle of rum somewhere, and he's taken it down to the Beach. He probably shouldn't be so nostalgic. He'd known his ship wouldn't be in Storybrooke when he'd left, and he's already realized that he can't go back to being the pirate he used to be. He's changed so much.

But the sea's still calming. And no one's bloody singing around it. He's still not sure what that's all about.

He stands looking out to sea, taking swigs. Maybe he'll even share if he's asked nicely enough.]

Comments

[madehervows]

[She's just as unimpressed.]

When I first arrived, everybody turned into a hollow suit of armour. Forgive me for being surprised when instead we're singing.

[unhand]

...Armor. [Hook's brow scrunches.] Why would they do that?

[madehervows]

One of our fellow captives explained it, when he claimed a portion of the event as his own. Wonderland draws on our memories and uses them to torture us.

[She doesn't need to explain why it drawing on either of their memories is a bad thing.]

[unhand]

[Yeah... he can see exactly how bad that would be.]

And I thought the real Wonderland was bad.

[madehervows]

At least this one isn't ruled by my mother.

[It just has two rulers and a bunch of voyeuristic mirrors.]

[unhand]

There’s an upside. Be even more hellish if she were here.

[madehervows]

Careful. Wonderland can bring even the dead in.

[If Cora shows up you're a dead man, Hook.]

[unhand]

Believe me, darling. If my words had the power to bring someone, here, I’d have far better ways to use it.