[center][h3][color=green]Jessamine Oakwing[/color][/h3] [img]https://media.giphy.com/media/7qV3yswT0K8hi/giphy.gif[/img] [/center] [hr][hr] [center]Location: [i]Madam Fae's Bar & Diner[/i] Interacting with: [i]Sherlock [@Morose], Phillip [@HalfofLancelot][/i][/center] [hr][hr] Jess had been right in one respect - people were milling into the place, but the mood of the diner hadn't really improved much. Perhaps the people were just wanting solidarity... or energy. She'd told people more than once to invest in a generator, but here they were, without power, heat or electricity. [i][color=green]"Hope this damned blackout isn't all over Seattle - if that's the case, we could be without it all day."[/color][/i] She thought to herself with slightly pursed lips, putting several pots of coffee on the boil before turning back to the counter. [color=green]"Good morning to you as well, Sherlock."[/color] She said pointedly to the young man - or woman, as the case may be; however, it wasn't Jessamine's business to be questioning people about things like that. As for Sherlock's lack of manners, Jessamine wasn't particularly bothered by it - they were quite the unique individual, and there was a big difference between not seeing the point in pleasantries, and avoiding them entirely to spite people. [color=green]"And let's keep that kind of talk [b]out[/b] of my diner and for the meeting. These people are already shaken up, they don't need to be hearing things like that."[/color] She added with raised eyebrows, pouring out several mugs of coffee from the freshest pot; more and more people were milling in, and most of them liked coffee. Jess wouldn't be surprised if the beans were Mystvale's biggest import. [color=green]"You play nice, Master Holmes. I've got mundane customers in here too - and they definitely don't need to hear this."[/color] Sliding the black, sugared liquid over to Sherlock, she offered a smile to Adam as he entered with Beauty - closely followed by one of her part-time cooks (A Mundane girl by the name of Charlotte - sweet, and an excellent cook... but a little scatter-brained at times), and then Phillip. From there, Jessamine went about seeing to the rest of her customers; filling out orders, pouring coffee, and still wondering just where in the hell Hansel was. All of this with a smile - and with each booth and table seen too, the tension in the building slacked just a little bit more. Finally reaching Phillip, she handed him his usual drink - she couldn't understand why in the hell someone would drink coffee without the caffeine, but she never questioned him about it. [color=green]"Your usual order's being cooked right now - so please don't tell me you came in here with a craving for pancakes."[/color] Said with a light chuckle, she considered him for a few moments. She'd always felt some form of sympathy for Phillip - she knew the real ending of his and "Sleeping Beauty"'s story. Not the best job by her fellow fairies, that was for sure. [color=green]"You get the message about the meeting?"[/color] [hr][hr] [center][h3][color=gold]Hansel Grimm[/color][/h3] [img]http://hipics.ru/images/2016/06/20/tumblr_m3wbzoAtgH1qafmhfc2847.gif[/img] [/center] [hr][hr] [center]Location: [i]Lucy's Digs[/i] Interacting with: [i]Aravis [@Morose], Lucy [@McHaggis][/i][/center] [hr][hr] Upon entering, Spot leapt from Hansel's arms and sauntered over to Aslan, showing affection in a very cat like way - ignoring the latter and licking his paws primly. [color=gold]"You're hilarious, Aravis!"[/color] He sarcastically retorted with a chuckle, a teasing tone in his own voice. [color=gold]"My car had little accident with some trees, that's all."[/color] With his hands now free from a squirming feline, Hansel placed his bag on the table, taking a seat and once again attempting to tie his shoelaces - now that he knew Lucy was safe and sound, there was no rush or panic in the attempt. However, his smile faded somewhat as he noticed the bright red slippers on the table... Dorothy's slippers. He had hopes she would be found, but he sincerely doubted it would be alive. People disappearing in situations like that rarely did - he had plenty of experience in that area. [color=gold]"Lucy... are you okay?"[/color] He asked quietly, brow furrowed slightly in concern. In Mystvale, he was friendly with most of the people, but trust issues with-standing, he didn't really hold many of them close to his heart. Lucy was one of the exceptions. The fact that this had taken place just next door to her was concerning.