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Any entries earlier than this were pre-reboot.
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This was, perhaps, the best part about being in this place. It was the books - endless amounts of them, from who knew where... many from the past, perhaps some even from the future. Even the library that Rumple had made for her paled in comparison to this one, not that it truly mattered. For Belle, even a simple bookshop held enough wonder for her. The written word was a powerful thing, and she perhaps gave books more credit than anyone else she knew. She loved them, but she was wary of them also. Books were knowledge. Knowledge was power. And power corrupted.

Not that such dark thoughts pierced her enjoyment of the place at the moment. No; just then she was combing through the shelves with intense interest. Stories and tomes and encyclopedias were all well and good, but just then Belle felt like brushing up on her skills and she was eagerly perusing a section of different lands and countries. Many she had never heard of. In her arms there were already two books on ancient languages, and she was trying to find a companion for them which might help her understand the culture they originated from.

She was so preoccupied that when she saw, from the corner of her eye, a cloth-covered blue spine stamped with the right symbols, she didn't pause as she lunged for it. It happened to be on the opposite side of the aisle, however, and she ended up shouldering someone who had inconveniently been in her blind spot.

"Oh, I'm sorry!" she exclaimed. "Are you alright?"

Apr. 6th, 2015 10:46 pm
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You must return home by the last stroke of midnight because the magic will be gone - and everything will return to what it was.

Cinderella has never run so fast and so far in her life. She knows she has to get out of the palace before Kit (the prince, she corrects herself) finds out that all of this is a farce. She's even less than a simple country girl, she's a servant, and her dress is rags and her servants are animals. Her coach is a pumpkin. There's no way he can see all of that, he'd never understand.

Her mother had told her that there were some who would never understand the magic in the world around them and Cinderella has found that to be true. Her stepmother and stepsisters, for example, would never consider Gus and her other mice friends to be just as individual and precious as they are. Cinderella is certain they see them as vermin; though, really, they have more warmth and kindness in their tiny bodies than her stepfamily has all together.

Still, she cannot fault them. It is their nature and they are not likely to change. All she can do is show them kindness and love and hope that they can recognize it for what it is; they are, after all, everything she has left in the world. Them, and the house, and she promised to love the house for her mother and father. She'll always keep that promise.

Her heart is in her throat as it seems like the prince and his men are going to catch up to her and one of her glass slippers slides off her feet, tumbling down the palace steps. She does not dare go back for it - if she halts even for a moment, she won't have enough time to get home before all of the magic fades away. She doesn't know if it's instant or if it takes a little while and Cinderella is not entirely sure she wants to find out until she's clear and away and can cherish the memory on her own all alone. This is not something she wants to share with family. This is something she wants just for herself, one of the few things she's ever wanted to keep secret and safe.

She makes her way down to the end of the road where her carriage is and tugs open the door, sliding inside just as her footmen start growing tails and turning a peculiar shade of green. It's best if they begin this madcap run now before the carriage loses its wheels.

Except...the coach is gone. Gone are the luxurious seats and they haven't been replaced by pumpkin pulp, as she'd expect. Instead, she's settled on a fairly plump couch upholstered in velvet and surrounded by people coming and going. Their manner of dress is strange and as her beautiful blue confection of a gown melts away into soft and tattered pink, Cinderella isn't sure why this place hasn't faded away too. Why is she not back in her attic, surrounded by mice? Where is the screeching of her stepmother and stepsisters? The ringing of the bells?

She hears only one bell, too high and too tinny to be the servant's bell and Cinderella lifts her head to see that there's a wide desk and someone standing behind it. Perhaps he has answers. She makes her way toward him but stumbles, still only wearing the one shoe, and finds herself sprawled on the carpeted floor.

There's a pair of shoes in front of her and it's the shoes she addresses, rather than the person's face.

"Could I trouble you to help me up? I seem to have lost a shoe and it's made me clumsy."
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It takes Charming a moment to place herself when she wakes up, but eventually she remembers that for the last few months, she's been here; stuck at the Nexus with little to no idea on how to get back to her family in Neverland. Taming back her hair, she tries to settle that familiar ache in her chest, wondering if Snow is fine without her, if Emma is doing okay with only one mother -- except that's not how the Nexus works.

And, because Charming knows that their family finds each other when they're lost. It must mean that they don't think she's lost. Curling her toes and reaching for her henley, Charming gets dressed and rubs a hand over her face as she wanders out the door, trying to shake the niggling feeling that she's meant to remember something -- something about last night and a door?

She'd been drinking, though, so whatever had happened is lost in a blur, now. As she walks, she begins to tame her hair the way Snow used to, knotting it back and pinning it in place with a few pins while keeping an eye out for clues, any kind of clue that will get her back to the land she's lost -- which, given where she'd been, is almost a touch too ironic.

That's when she sees the glimpse of green out of the corner of her eye. "Hey!" she shouts, trying to get the attention of the person closing it. "Don't close that door, I need to get back there!" But it's too late. She gives a frustrated sigh and swears under her breath. She slams her palm against the door and wonders how the hell Princess Charming is supposed to get home to Snow White, now.

[Find Charming wearing his normal clothes but under the complete belief that he is, and has always been, a shepherdess/princess]
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Throughout the day on the 14th, the Nexus staff deliver single roses and accompanying notes to designated hotel guests in celebration of the Valentine's Day holiday. For some, the gesture will be a foregone conclusion; for others, it will be a surprise. For some, they might only guess at who sent them the gift in the first place.

[Comments with deliveries will follow are done. You may reply to yours with a reaction if you like!]
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Anna has had a whirlwind few weeks. The gates have been opened, there's been a coronation and a surprise engagement (sort of) and Elsa had created eternal winter and blanketed all of Arendelle in snow. There's been betrayal, romance, and a snow monster. And, of course, everything has worked out all right.

Elsa says they'll keep the gates open now permanently and her powers, so beautiful and so dangerous, seem to be in control. She can make it icy in the courtyard in summer so they can go skating and she can keep Olaf alive and well but nobody seems to be in danger. Most importantly - Elsa seems happy. It's been so long since she's seen her sister happy that Anna has almost forgotten how it feels and what it looks like but it's nice. For the first time in forever, Anna is truly content with the world and happy to be in it.

She's running through the castle like usual, flipping open the doors and all the windows to let in the warm summer sun. Elsa is...somewhere and Anna is determined she's going to get her out and about today. She's going to get Elsa to genuinely enjoy being around other people if it kills her.

She opens up a door she doesn't recognize and sees...well, that's not normal. There's a party! There's a bunch of hedges and it's chilly so maybe that means Elsa is out and about; she does tend to affect the temperature when she's around.

"Elsa? Are you giving a party and leaving me out? I'm your sister, you know you're supposed to tell me if there's any parties. I love parties! Elsa? Ellllsaaaaaaaaa..."
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The annual Nexus New Year's Eve gala began at 8 in the evening. Too grand to be contained by the lobby or dining hall, the gardens at the front of the hotel were employed, with long strings of white lights forming a twinkling canopy from the front doors all the way to the hedge maze. The weather was temperate and calm, and the night perfectly clear.

Drinks were served at various bars set up throughout the gardens and lobby, with champagne cocktails being the specialty of the night. Wheeling through the crowd was a bartender with golden cart providing warm drinks on the go: Tom and Jerrys, rum punch, negus, and Irish coffee.

Crisply-dressed wait staff wove through the collected guests with an abundance of hors d'oeuvres for all different tastes. The Bistro remained open with a limited selection of items for those who were wanting something more substantial.

Above the front doors was hung a large, gold-rimmed clock counting down the last hours, minutes, and seconds of the current year.
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Okay, so this is unexpected.

Charming had been pleased to be free of the poison in his system thanks to Zelda's magic, even if he still couldn't find a way home (if you can even call it home, seeing as he's still trying to make it to Neverland). So he's feeling much, much better, and he's used all his new energy to explore as many doors as he could find. That's sort of where his problem has come in. He's two steps into a promising world that looked to be filled with things that could be Neverland and that's when he realized...

He's not back in Neverland.

And he might just possibly be animated. Really, Charming shouldn't be so shocked given that he knows that he's been animated in books and movies before, but seeing the strange ink-dyed tint to your own skin is something that he's not entirely sure he'll ever be used to. He draws out his sword to find that's just as cartoonish, and he's sort of afraid to look in a mirror.

He really should have remembered that even though he might be out of the dreamshade woods, there's still plenty of crazy to go around. He's in the midst of turning to head back to the hotel when, in the distance, he hears something sounding that almost sounds like a familiar roar. If he didn't know any better, he'd say that's the sound Maleficent had made, when Rumple had sent Charming after her the first time.

What would be the harm in lingering? At least to make sure old foes haven't somehow come back to life here?

Sep. 27th, 2014 08:25 pm
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The pull of Hyrule was hard to ignore and while Zelda knew the wisdom of keeping to the Nexus and keeping the Triforce of Wisdom out of Ganondorf's reach, curiosity often got the better of her. She felt like the worst sort of coward when she hid away and hoped for the best and when that feeling grew too strong, there was nothing she could do but join the battle in the only form available to her - that of Sheik.

She wished that there was a way to muster an army in the Nexus to march through and lend aid to her own forces back in Hyrule but it simply would not suit. If she could muster an army and march it between worlds, what prevented her enemy from doing the same? It did, however, provide her a refuge of strategic retreat when the enemy got too close to discovering her secret and scouting, she supposed, would have to suffice.

Scouting was not without its dangers. Zelda was not the sort to stand by when someone was in peril and she cared deeply for her people; when coming upon a small cadre of Ganondorf's foot soldiers harassing one of her Hylian villages, she could do nothing but step in and act, launching a surprise attack on the squadron leader in hopes that he would be cut off from calling from aid and his other troops would simply scatter without a leader. It was a successful skirmish, especially when the villagers lent their aid too, but not without danger and injury.

So it was a tired Sheik that limped back through to the Nexus, using the last of his strength to shift back into Zelda's body before collapsing in one of the chairs in the lobby. She still wore Sheik's mask and rags but the body beneath was decidedly different. "Next time, I bring support. Even a small strike force would be better than going at it alone," she said to herself.

She was a wise woman and a brilliant tactician but her downfall would always be overconfidence and pride.

After a moment to gird her strength, she limped back through the halls in search of her room. It was time to assess the damage.
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May 18th | The Arctic Circle

After Graham finds out the truth, while Charming is trying to ignore what's happening to them, the two men peruse the door in the hotel that leads to a land of ice and snow

PG-13 (Spoilers for S3 of Once Upon a Time)
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Things were decidedly not going well for Sif. Too long (even for her) had passed without her changing back into her normal body, and what Olaf had said had not settled her any: there was no science behind it, no explanation, but alternate universes were at play. How did one manage to find an alternate place in the threshold of a door, one that changed you so completely and sent you back into the universe you had just been in with those changes still in place? It was much too much for Sif to wrap her head around. Not even the notion that some of her more intimate talents held true in both bodies was enough. Actually, after Natasha's reaction, after so many days, nothing was enough anymore.

She had had enough.

Dragging herself out of bed Sif headed for the shower as an automatic machine might, simply capable of doing the basics of being a person and not much else. She had showered and gotten dressed without once looking at the mirror, and was planning on heading for breakfast before taking out her frustration on the training room. Her body required sustenance before anything else today, as it seemed in this body energy burnt a lot quicker.

Stepping through her door into the hall as an automaton again Sif noticed nothing wrong for a second, and then, before she could do anything to prepare, her perfectly fitted jeans simply dropped to her ankles. As well, her previously perfectly fitted tank top barely covered what it should - as she had looked down and seen her breasts had made a reappearance - but at least, as her sarcastic self denoted, there was ample fabric around the top of her thighs. Exactly where it was not needed in the least.

Such was Sif's surprise, elation and embarrassment that the warrior simply stood there instead of walking back into her room and changing like she ought to. It had happened so fast!

Apr. 25th, 2014 01:02 am
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By her count Emma had been stuck inside this 'hotel-outside-of-normal-parameters' for almost 7 days and she was starting to get restless. Being confined to one place wasn't something she was used to, especially a place she wasn't sure even really existed as she'd been considering that somewhere along the line she'd actually died. This didn't seem likely, as she was sure if there was an afterlife it wouldn't be a hotel with an innumerable amount of doors to different planes of reality. Although, what did she know. Until a couple years ago she'd thought her parents abandoned her on the side of the road. 

The doors though, the doors drove Emma up the wall because no matter how many she tried to open, she couldn't get through. Either they'd stick, unmoveable like someone had nailed it shut or they'd disappear entirely just as her hand reached the knob, dissipating as if it had never been there in the first place. Once she had followed immediately after someone and wound up in just another room, nothing strange or out of place. It frustrated her that they'd open for others and not her, all she wanted to do was leave and find some way back to Henry and home. Her patience was growing thin after a week and she'd either need a drink or a friendly face or both.

Like with previous mornings, Emma woke confused and disorientated by the unfamiliar wallpaper. It didn't last long, but it still threw her off for a few moments and she sat bolt up right in her bed as the haze of sleep lifted. She rubbed at her face and sighed, padding to the bathroom to get ready since staying in her room all day was a non option. Emma needed to find a way out or somewhere that wasn't this stupid hotel because she was starting to go a little stir crazy. 

No matter how many doors refused to open or disappeared before her, Emma still tried each and everyone of them as she walked lazily down the hall. Usually she skipped breakfast, instead exploring the ever changing halls and rooms of the hotel, the rumble of her stomach always leading her to the Bistro by noon. Today she skipped her routine and made a beeline for breakfast; she missed eggs and pancakes and hot chocolate with cinnamon.  Emma sat down after piling all manner of breakfast foods onto her plate and dug in, watching the strange inhabitants of the Nexus Hotel.

Mar. 22nd, 2014 08:53 pm
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The dreamshade burns through his blood.

It's not that Charming hadn't believed Hook when he'd described the sheer torture and agony that the poison would cause in his veins, but it had only been the lightest of scratches. It hadn't been enough to tell Emma and Snow about, but now he was beginning to worry. When they'd entered Neal's cave, Charming had followed along and instead of the cave, he'd been back in the hotel, clasping his side and staring around him as panic gripped him, fighting with relief.

He could rest here. Maybe he might even be able to slow the poison using some sort of medicine they had readily available here that wasn't in Neverland, but the fear that the cure is only on the shores of that dark island grips him and holds the panic in.

Angrier than he's been in ages, Charming takes it out on the nearest wall, putting his fist through and creating a hole that has his torso singing with pain as the dreamshade lances through his body. He supposes that he might need to start taking it easy, given that the bloodflow would only distribute the poison faster.

It's a sad, horrible state of affairs, but for the first time since Charming had set sail to Neverland, he finds himself knowing that his best chance is a world away and it's Hook. He stares at the damaged wall, regretting his actions. "Sorry," he says, to the passers-by. "I'll clean it up, if you give me a moment."

Mar. 18th, 2014 07:36 pm
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After the arrival of Red and the Huntsman, Charming gets Graham alone so he can probe into how much he actually remembers.


Feb. 4th, 2014 01:08 am
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February 2nd, 2014 | The Nexus

Graham, Ruby and Charming find each other in the Conservatory

In Progress/All Ages

Dec. 23rd, 2013 08:43 pm
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Ichabod has never been particularly enamored of Christmas, which seems to be a larger-scaled affair in the hotel than he had ever experienced in his own Sleepy Hollow of two centuries prior. There were decorations aplenty, including the very German tradition of erecting a large fir tree in the midst of one's home and decorating it with little tokens and trifles. Ichabod thought this served only to get sap all over one's floors but it seems to have stuck with the people of the modern era, judging by the tree currently taking up residence in the entry hall.

A trip outside to see the gardens provides a bit of a respite from all the frippery of Christmas decorations and after a lengthy walk and a good amount of fresh air, Ichabod feels he is prepared enough to endure the onslaught once again. One of the things he recognizes upon entering is mistletoe, that bane of pretty housemaids everywhere, and he stifles a chuckle. He is not be getting caught unawares beneath it, vile weed, and pities anyone who does.

He supposes that he would be less melancholy if he had someone to indulge him in these holiday traditions, be that his beloved Katrina or even the company of Lieutenant Mills but the hotel provides no such company for him. He only knows Miss Smoak, charming girl that she is, and it is hard to feel festive and full of good cheer when he's so alone.

Still, he has enough coin to purchase a drink and he does, a thick dark ale that is the closest approximation to beer from back in his own era. It's not quite the same, but it will suffice, and hopefully it will bring warmth to his limbs and lightness to his heart.

[[Find Ichabod at the bar, being surly about Christmas.]]

Nov. 11th, 2013 10:34 pm
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This is not how Gus Fring thought that this particular war would end.

Cut for Breaking Bad spoilers, episode 4x13 )

Gus Fring does not knock. He just enters. He has a duty to carry out. But when he steps over the threshold, the room dissolves and changes and shifts, and he is no longer where he was. Instead, he stands in the lobby of a hotel.

This is unexpected. He wracks his brain, trying to come up with a reasonable explanation. He knows with precise detail all of the things he has put into his body, and he knows that not a single one could have contained a hallucinogen. His belongings have not been tampered with, he knows this for a fact -- because if they were, the perpetrator would be suffering or dead already. Such is the way one goes when attempting to harm Gus Fring.

Assessing the situation, Gus marches straight for the front desk, hoping that he will come across someone who will be able to provide him a reasonable explanation.

Whatever this is -- hallucination, stress-induced psychotic break, unanticipated drug ingestion -- he is going to reverse it.

Gus has a job to do.
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The deep level of mistrust that David holds for his current predicament knows no bounds.

For one, finding himself aboard the Jolly Roger with a pirate, the evil queen intent on making his wife's life an unhappy hell, and his distressed daughter? Not good. Watching Rumplestiltskin evaporate into thin air and doing god knows what where he can't see him? Even more not good. Walking through the Captain's cabin door and stumbling when his sea legs give out from under him because there's no more ocean to compensate for? Yeah, that part is what David's really trying to get used to.

He doesn't have his sword because he'd been looking for a map and didn't think he'd need it to defend himself, but Hook had apparently rigged himself up a portal that led from the seas outside Neverland to this strange building. He'd arrived just as a party was breaking up and he'd watched odd people in mad costumes filter out through the hotel -- though some people went through doors and never came back -- and try as he might, the best answer that he could get out of anyone was this and only this: Nexus Hotel.

He thought he'd seen a familiar face or two, but they were only passing by and wouldn't stop to answer his questions, which is how he's found himself sitting at the bar, chocolate milk in hand and staring forward as he tries to think up a plan.

He will always, always find his family, but sometimes it seems like the universe truly enjoys testing him.


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