Emma Swan

Down by a bench at the edge of the duck-pond, an adorable ball of silver fuzz grey, oversized duckling waddled towards the water. On the bench sat a pile of clothing and a travel-mug still half-full of hot-chocolate.

Emma's morning had not gone how she expected it to.

[Establishy.]

Emma frowned into the mirror as she twisted her hair into an updo. It was more trouble than she wanted to deal with, not with this headache, but she could hear Mom and Regina in stereo with 'a royal dresses appropriate to the situation and your situation is a princess representing your people' which meant the tiara at all times it was the least bit practical to wear, regardless of how out of place it looked with her more casual clothes from home (vaguely) or her Fandom-bought clothing (very). At least she didn't have to wear full court dress, because that was a lot of dress to deal with.

[ooc: Princess Emma White is now from an AU where Snow and Regina hugged things out before anyone got carried away casting curses. Open post!]

Emmett wasn't sure what had drawn him to the roof, largely because he was still too new to know that the roof and the beach were the places on the island to get your angst on, but here he was, the weight of his tragic, yet vague (A/N: you'd think they'd give out more hints than just an angsty solo in the latest musical episode) past pressing down on his shoulders.

He put his elbows on the crenellations (A/N: that's what you call those thingies, right?) and looked over the island, before sighing. Tragically.

[ooc: Emma is now Emmett Swan, tragic orphan. Open!]

Other character infopost here.

So, Emma Swan...

( ''You're our only hope.'' ''Then you're all screwed.'' )