starter for @welcometoronisrp
The life painted itself somehow like this: she had kicked out her husband, filled the divorce papers and then decided that staying in an empty house reminded her too much of being alone. Not that she wasn't alone; she was very much so, beloved Storybrooke suddenly short of people and friends. Or maybe; short of her son and this one very very specific person she'd give the world to talk to.
But somehow, Regina had disappeared from her radar. Along with Henry, that is. They would stay in contact for sometime after their jump into the unknown, Emma not being able to bear the thought of not having any of them in here, where they should be. And then one day, bam. No response.
She gave them some time. Shit happened and when you were living in in a town that was getting cursed at least three times a year your defences were somehow... well, lower. It was almost normal to not see a friend for a month only to find them at Granny's later on and learn that they had been on an epic adventure in another realm or just spend three years trapped in a lamp. Nothing too surprising.
There was only so much time she could wait for, though, and when neither her son nor his mother picked up the phone yet again, Emma had decided that it's time for a road trip. Maybe even to a different realm. She barged herself into, now empty, Rumple's shop (how did Belle convince him to leave most of the stuff behind she did not know, but gods was she grateful) to find one of those fancy maps or location spells. When the fancy location spell pointed her at Seattle she wasn't even that surprised.
It was sad how unsurprised she was.
So she packed everything into her everlasting, magic-enhanced yellow bug (Regina put spells into it herself, long long time ago, after Emma had refused to sell the poor car once again) and drove. Simple enough and only started to curse herself somewhere in the middle. Should have had taken a plane, honestly. Maybe everything would even be simple enough if she didn't forget how fucking enormous the city actually was. And how inaccurate the location spells could be.
She managed to narrow it down at least a little bit and then spent a week or so walking aimlessly around. Honestly, she thought it was going to be easier. It was Regina and Henry she was looking for after all, and usually, they were rather easy to find. You couldn't just miss the Queen and her son. Unless something happened, obviously, because weeks were passing and she was no closer to finding them than when she started.
Bit of a bummer.
Well. Desperate time, desperate measures, she decided one afternoon, walking into a police station because who knew, maybe Regina did get a bit crazy, took someone's heart and landed up in a place she shouldn't have. Shit happened. So she walked into the station, smiled politely and asked for assistance only to see Hook. Oh, just her luck.
"Killian? And what the hell are you doing here?" she asked. Because there were coincidences and then there was... this. This thing. God, the world must have hated her.
The man looked at her with what seemed more like a confusion than anything else, though. "Have we met before?" he asked and Emma was just about to open her mouth when she realized that yeah, well, magic.
Amnesia. How original. Very much so. At least she was in a good neighbourhood.
She only smiled politely, murmuring something about having a friend that looked just like the guy and excusing herself back outside. Only after she phoned her ex-husband, just to check, just in case because he was supposed to be on some big adventure, well, somewhere. To her honest surprise, he did pick up, explained to be somewhere in Russia and why the fuck are you calling in the middle of the night anyway, Swan?
So there was that.
There were quite a few options then. First and what seemed most appropriate in a situation like that was, according to Emma, get shitfaced, forget all of her problems and maybe, maybe remember them the next day. So a bar it was. She walked into the first establishment she saw - Roni's - and smiled at the understandable emptiness that came with walking into the bar at 3pm.
"Uhm, hello? You open?"