#fcrstarter

[captain-killian]

 I can't wait till our dear mayor sees all these new faces. I wonder if she'll go for the discrete disappearances or the more public deaths to teach a lesson with this batch

[geek-monkey-clone]

Cosima sat cross-legged on the hood of her car, lighting up and leaning back onto one of her hands. She didn't exactly like it here. She kept having this weird feeling in her stomach that something wasn't right. Or that someone was watching her. Or both. Or something else.

She shook her head. Maybe she was just being paranoid about the DYAD and projecting. Taking a longer drag, she closed her eyes and exhaled slowly. At this point she just wanted to see someone. It didn't need to be a familiar face, although that would be nice.

She just craved human contact.

Sighing, she laid back, head against the windshield as she took another hit. Oh well. She could totes pass the time with her friends solitude and cannabis. Though solitude was more of her frenemy, really.

[betterwritingthanmoffat]

Dean said to meet him in Storybrooke, Maine. There seem to be quite a few people entering town and yet there is no sign of the... impala? (I do hope that is the right name, as Dean seems to believe everyone should know it) and no sign of either Winchester. Did I hear him wrong? No, I know he said specifically,'Storybrooke, Maine'. He said they were leaving New York due to weather, heading here. But they haven't arrived yet. I'll just... wait here, then. 

[captain-killian]

Could someone please explain why there are so many people in Storybrooke all of a sudden. I was having enough trouble keeping tabs on the crocodile without this influx of people as distractions.