[center][h3][color=green]Jessamine Oakwing[/color][/h3]

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[center]Location: [i]Madam Fae's Bar & Diner[/i]
Interacting with: [i]Peter Pan [@smarty0114][/i][/center]
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If one knew Jessamine well enough, you could tell she was in a bad mood. There was less twinkle in her eyes, less bounce in her step - but that was easily masked when it came to dealing with folk. Especially the folk in her town, because dear lord, the last thing they needed was another person in a bad mood; no matter the circumstances. Was she tired due to that goddamn earthquake at an unholy hour? Yes. Was she somewhat concerned Hansel hadn't come home from the airport yet, nor even contacted her? Just a little bit. Was she going to complain about this to anyone?

Hell no. She had coffee to make.

[color=green]"Morning, Peter."[/color] Were her first words of the day, to her first customer - turning around with her usual smile as the Pan boy entered her diner. Normally, she only opened this place up at 7:30, but people were on edge this morning, including herself. Bit of warm food, drink and atmosphere did people the world of good, or so they'd realise once they came on in. [color=green]"I got calls from Lucy [i]and[/i] Lancelot. Something's going down for them both to get all jumped up like this."[/color] She commented - although, it was fairly obvious. The disappearances around town were no secret. If Hansel were any other boy she'd be even more concerned, but chances are he was still driving, or was passed out at home. Even sleep-deprived, he'd put up a better fight than poor Dorothy ever could.

[color=green]"How about I make you some breakfast? Emergency generator's up and running, so bacon is back on the menu."[/color] She offered up with a warm smile - The diner was one of the few places in town she saw Peter, so there must be something he liked about the place. Maybe it was just the bacon? If so, she could hardly blame him - it was pretty damn good bacon.


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[center][h3][color=gold]Hansel Grimm[/color][/h3]

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[center]Location: [i]Home, then Lucy's Apartment[/i]
Interacting with: [i]Lucy [@McHaggis] & Aravis [@Morose][/i][/center]
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Hansel's morning was not going spectacularly well. First off, his plane had been delayed during landing because of storms over Seattle; then, when the plane landed, the passengers were shunted off and he received his bags to then leave (which in itself took another hour), an earthquake hit. More specifically, it hit while he was nearly halfway home, going down a winding forest road that wasn't particularly well lit - it was a bloody miracle he didn't drive straight into a tree as the world rocked around him. Thankfully, he refrained from any fatal crashes while pulling up slowly near a ditch; the only injuries to either himself or his battered old car was a branch shattering the driver's side window, littering the left side of his face and hand with glass and minuscule cuts.

[color=gold][i]"Well, that's just perfect. Aye, aye, Fairy Godmother is going to kill me."[/i][/color] Were his main thoughts the rest of the way home to Mystvale, plastic bag haphazardly taped to the window to keep the rain out - he'd call someone out for it later. If he remembered, that was.

And by the time he finally arrived home, there was nothing much in Hansel's mind but to just crash in his bed and pass out - there was no sign of Jess, and he really didn't have the energy to go traipsing over to the diner to find her. Scratching Spot's ears very quickly, Hansel threw on a few band-aids to his hand and face before diving into his bed, one leg still stuck out and blankets barely covering him before he gave into sleep.

[i]Two hours[/i]. That's all the damned rest he got before his phone rang - jerking him awake so suddenly he fell out of bed with a yelp. By the time he managed to untangle himself from his bedsheets, Lucy's message had gone to his voicemail, and he listened with bated breath until it had finished.

[color=gold]"Ah, [i]дрисня.[/i]"[/color] Cursing under his breath, Hansel made his way downstairs, throwing a clean sweatshirt on as he walked. There was still no sign of Jess ("[i]Woman drinks too much coffee.[/i]"), but he wasn't going to the diner - he wanted to see Lucy. Sure, Hansel had been planning on seeing her anyway, being friends and all that - but now, he just wanted to see if she was okay. She had lived next door to Dorothy, right?

Impatient yowling from Spot interrupted Hansel as he tied his shoelaces, clumsy, plaster-covered fingers making the job a chore.

[color=gold]"Spot, you can't come with me, there's glass in the car!"[/color] Both he and Jess talked to the cat as if they could understand one another. Well, Jess said she actually could, being all "magick-y and shit", but Hansel doubted whether that was actually a fact. After further yowling and Hansel giving up tying his laces, he scooped up Spot and placed him in the passenger seat, bag of souvenirs beside him. He could never win an argument with that cat - besides, he hadn't seen Aslan in a while.

After a swift five minute journey (That would have taken fifteen, if he'd paid heed to the stop signs and speed limits), Hansel's car came to a stop outside Lucy's apartment, and juggling both bag and energetic tabby in his arms, made his way to her front door while attempting to not fall flat on his face.

[color=gold]"Hi, is anybody home? I come bearing souvenirs! And also a cat..."[/color] Announcing himself at the door - rather than just barging in, despite it remaining ajar. As he spoke, his accent caused his speech to trip up somewhat, "V"'s coming out like "W"'s.