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Post by Hollywood Heidi on Jun 25, 2012 0:00:51 GMT -8
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Post by Hollywood Heidi on Mar 28, 2015 14:21:47 GMT -8
The clock, which has been stuck at 8:15 for as long as anyone can remember, began to move once again promptly at 8:15 p.m.
Several hours pass. It is now the morning after the clock has started.
A few may have noticed the clock moving last night and those close enough may have realized when it chimed the 9 p.m. hour. Others may have learned by word of mouth or not until they next arrived in town.
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Post by Medieval Kevin on Apr 27, 2016 19:14:32 GMT -8
Her face was suddenly warm, and not at all in an unpleasant way. This was the suns gentle touch like only an early morning could bring, very different from the strong midday barrage. Mary Margaret smiled and opened her eyes. It helped that the breeze had carried her curtain over the head of the bed and it too softly caressed her cheek. Who needed an alarm when this was the best way to start one's day?
Before she could push herself out of bed the young woman turned her head and looked at the large mug adorned with the letter ‘M’ sitting on her nightstand. She remembered with a sigh that she would have to make her own coffee this morning. After her meeting yesterday with the Mayor and Henry’s birth mother, Emma, she had discovered her credit card had been taken by the boy sometime earlier. She had no cash and it had not been returned. The thought threatened to disrupt her mood as Mary Margaret realized she would have to seek out Ms. Mills and inquire about getting it back… On second thought, she decided to check with Sheriff Graham instead. He would probably see the Mayor first; she didn’t think it would be out of his way and it would be a shame to bother her with an unnecessary visit.
Mary Margaret gently pushed back the covers and swung her legs over the side of the bed, resting her feet on the smooth floor and paused. She didn't want to waste her morning, especially this one. It just seemed special. The birds agreed as their voices floated in the open window to her right. Rising, Ms. Blanchard had given herself plenty of time to shower and get changed into her outfit she had laid out in preparation for school today. Then it was blueberries and cream, a little brain food to send her on her way.
Grabbing a spoon from the drawer Mary Margaret decided to settle into her favorite chair in the living area by the window. Just as she got comfortable a thoughtful expression settled over her face. She would have to stop by Granny’s on the way to work. Just for a social visit. She doubted she would run into the Diner’s proprietor but Ruby would be there. Mary Margaret wanted to make sure she, well both of them for that matter, were doing okay. She had stopped by the hospital room while volunteering three days ago but hadn’t much time with the older woman before she had needed some rest.
Returning to the moment Mary Margaret wasn’t sure how long she had been lost in thought. Her cream was running on her plate. Looking out the window she noted how everything was as it always was except for one thing, the clock. She could see clear to the tower above the old library from this spot. It was ticking! For as long as she could remember it had never done such a thing! Finishing her breakfast she washed up her dish and slowly exited to the hall, shutting the front door behind her.
A few moments passed before she reentered the apartment. It would help if she remembered her bag with all of her essentials. It was silly, a little thing like that clock throwing her off but it just wouldn't leave her mind. What other surprises would today bring? Mary Margaret smiled once again. Whatever it was she would meet it eagerly she thought as she grabbed her keys. It was going to be a good day!
**Mary Margaret exits to Storybrooke General Hospital**
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Post by Hollywood Heidi on Dec 10, 2017 17:47:25 GMT -8
Several hours pass and it is now the evening after the clock started moving.
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Post by Hollywood Heidi on Jun 5, 2018 21:14:41 GMT -8
The night passes and it is now Tuesday morning,
two days after the clock started moving.
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Post by Hollywood Heidi on Jan 18, 2020 14:48:05 GMT -8
The rest of Tuesday passes uneventfully.
It is now Wednesday, October 26, 2011, early morning.
Three days after the clock started moving
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Post by Hollywood Heidi on Apr 2, 2022 20:26:32 GMT -8
The rest of Wednesday passes uneventfully.
It is now Thursday, October 27, 2011, early morning.
Four days after the clock started moving
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Post by Hollywood Heidi on Jan 7, 2023 0:14:41 GMT -8
Approximately nine hours later.
The early morning and afternoon have passed.
It is late afternoon of Thursday, October 27, 2011,
four days after the clock started moving.
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Post by Hollywood Heidi on Aug 20, 2023 11:35:41 GMT -8
Several hours pass.
It is late evening of Thursday, October 27, 2011,
still four days after the clock started moving.
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Post by Kristi Lynne on Aug 27, 2023 11:13:17 GMT -8
After collecting Henry from school and hearing about his day, the two had returned to Mary Margaret's apartment and waited for her to return. Emma didn't have much in the way of possessions -- at least not until her stuff arrived from Boston -- but she arranged and rearranged what little she could to make it "home." The three of them settled into what she imagined as a family routine: dinner, homework (or grading homework), and a conversation around the table.
"You get all your homework done?" Emma asked Henry, before placing a mug of hot cocoa before him on the table. "Remember, I can tell if you're lying...."
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Post by DarkSideCookie on Sept 17, 2023 1:49:42 GMT -8
Ever since she had left the hospital after today's shift, Mary Margaret couldn't stop thinking about what had happened over there, what it could mean. Or did it really mean nothing, just like Dr. Whale had said? No, she had seen it. She had felt his hand on hers without imagining anything.
While Emma started chatting with Henry as they sat around the table together, Mary Margaret was still deep in these thoughts, with her lips resting against the rim of her mug for much longer than one would do when just drinking something.
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Post by Kristi Lynne on Oct 6, 2023 18:25:37 GMT -8
"Yep, all homework complete!" Henry affirmed as he gathered the mug up into his hands. "I wanted to be able to give my full attention to the next phase of Operation: Cobra."
"Okay, kid," Emma said, slightly relieved that she wouldn't be asked to help with math or English or whatever Henry was working on. "But maybe we should let Mary Margaret tell us how it went at the hospital first." Emma took her own seat at the table and turned her attention to her new roommate, who had seemed preoccupied ever since she got back. "So, how did it go, the storytime with John Doe?" she asked.
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Post by DarkSideCookie on Oct 10, 2023 4:37:54 GMT -8
"But maybe we should let Mary Margaret tell us how it went at the hospital first.""So, how did it go, the storytime with John Doe?"
It was only then that Mary Margaret realized she had been deep in thoughts. She shyly looked up from her mug, still resting upon her lips, before finally replacing it on the table.
"I'm sorry, I-" she started apologizing for her mental absence but then just went into replying Emma's question right away. She had to share what had happened at the hospital, even though it might mean that she'll get just another remark about a lively imagination. "Actually, he woke up," Mary Margaret started again, only a second later realizing that an introduction like that might draw a wrong picture in her listener's heads. "Not like- waking up in a complete conscious way," she added with her hands nervously fidgeting with the mug in front of her. "He rather- Well, he grabbed my hand." With this being out, she looked back up at Emma and Henry more directly again, in her eyes a silent pleading for understanding and trust in her sanity.
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Post by Kristi Lynne on Oct 28, 2023 16:48:05 GMT -8
"I'm sorry, I- Actually, he woke up. Not like- waking up in a complete conscious way. He rather- Well, he grabbed my hand."
“I knew it! He’s remembering!” Henry beamed victoriously.
And while Henry was ready to barrel ahead, Emma was cautious and didn't want to get his hopes up. Being in a coma was a pretty serious condition, and it sounded like this guy had been incapacitated for a while. One bedtime story wasn't gonna' change that. “That sounds pretty awake," Emma remarked, hoping to sound reassuring to the other two while still being realistic. "What did the doctors say? Do they think his condition has changed?”
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Post by DarkSideCookie on Nov 12, 2023 1:28:19 GMT -8
“I knew it! He’s remembering!”
Emma threw Henry a rather careful smile at his remark because, unlike him, she was also leaning more towards a realistic side, just like Emma. Maybe while it had happened, she'd found herself slipping into an unrealistic dream as well, but not so much now. However, she knew what she had seen and felt, and that had been pretty realistic indeed. Their John Doe might not be a prince, her prince Charming at that, but surely a man waking up at some point soon.
“That sounds pretty awake,""What did the doctors say? Do they think his condition has changed?”
At Emma's question, Mary Margaret let out a heavy sigh, fidgeting again with the mug in her hands. "Doctor Whale didn't believe me. He- said I must have dozed off. But I haven't," she assured with her eyes focused on her friend. "He moved his hand, Emma. I swear. He's going to wake up."
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Post by Kristi Lynne on Nov 19, 2023 14:18:59 GMT -8
"Doctor Whale didn't believe me. He- said I must have dozed off. But I haven't. He moved his hand, Emma. I swear. He's going to wake up."
Of course, Henry was all in on Mary Margaret's assumption. "See, I told you it would work!" he proclaimed. "We have to go back. You have to read to him again." In a flash, he was out of his chair and shrugging into his coat, headed for the door.
"Hey, hey, let's put on the brakes there, kid," Emma cautioned. "I'm pretty sure visiting hours are over. And I don't need your mom to hit me with a charge for trespassing at the hospital." When Henry seemed unlikely to relent, she added, "Look, we'll go back to the hospital after school tomorrow, okay?"
With a sulky sigh, Henry nodded his assent, removed his coat and resumed his seat at the table. "So, what part of the story did you get to?" he asked Mary Margaret.
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Post by DarkSideCookie on Dec 16, 2023 8:26:38 GMT -8
While Henry was out of his chair and ready to go immediately, Mary Margaret was again leaning towards Emma's side, the skeptical and realistic one. This was not a fairytale but reality. And in her reality, young men wouldn't wake from a coma just because she had read to them, no matter how tempting a thought like that was, because, deep down, she was a dreamer just like Henry.
"Hey, hey, let's put on the brakes there, kid,""I'm pretty sure visiting hours are over. And I don't need your mom to hit me with a charge for trespassing at the hospital.""Look, we'll go back to the hospital after school tomorrow, okay?"
Suddenly, Mary Margaret even felt a bit guilty for having evoked that enthusiasm in the boy by talking about this while he had been still around. She threw a silent apology towards Emma with her eyes, although she was sure Emma would not blame her for it.
"So, what part of the story did you get to?"
"Uh-- I don't remember actually. Some random part in one of the stories," she lied before taking another sip from her mug, only to realize that she had already emptied it. For some reason, Mary Margaret felt like she should not tell them that it had been their story she had read to him, getting to the part, at that. Henry was too deep into it already. This little information would only add to his fantasy. Unfortunately, Mary Margaret was the worst liar.
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Post by Kristi Lynne on Jan 1, 2024 18:46:15 GMT -8
"So, what part of the story did you get to?"
"Uh-- I don't remember actually. Some random part in one of the stories."
Mary Margaret's unwillingness to make eye contact made it clear to Emma that she was lying. Or at least, avoiding the whole truth. Though she wasn't sure if it was for her own benefit or for Henry. At any rate, it seemed like John Doe-slash-Prince Charming was a dead end.
"Well, even if there's a small change, that's a good sign, right?" Emma offered. "Of course, if he's been in a coma that long, he may have trouble remembering anything. Who he is, where he came from. It seems weird that no one in this town recognizes him...?" she wondered aloud.
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Post by DarkSideCookie on Jan 21, 2024 1:57:51 GMT -8
"Well, even if there's a small change, that's a good sign, right?""Of course, if he's been in a coma that long, he may have trouble remembering anything. Who he is, where he came from. It seems weird that no one in this town recognizes him...?"
Mary Margaret pondered about that while her lips still rested upon the rim of her empty cup. Eventually, she lowered it and placed it back on the table. "What if... he's not from here?" she made them wonder then. "I mean, he could practically be anyone from anywhere, right?" Anyway, that was not what kept Mary Margaret pondering. Instead, it was the fact that Doctor Whale had checked the monitor with no changes in his vitals, supposedly at least. Almost as if... he didn't want him to wake up. But that would make no sense, right? She really felt a need to talk about this with Emma in a one-on-one, but she also didn't have the heart to tell Henry that he shall give them some private time. No, this could wait.
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Post by Kristi Lynne on Feb 9, 2024 19:21:53 GMT -8
"What if... he's not from here? I mean, he could practically be anyone from anywhere, right?"
Well, maybe, Emma thought. But Henry was so certain that no one from the outside world had ever entered Storybrooke, apart from herself. And that bad things happened to those who tried to leave. Maybe John Doe was suffering the consequences of an attempted exit.
"But you would think someone -- a family member or a friend -- would have turned up looking for him," Emma suggested. "Unless he doesn't have any of those, or... he didn't want to be found." It was an unpleasant but realistic explanation, especially in her line of work. Not that she wanted to think such things of her supposed father, Prince Charming.
"I mean, his mug shot or fingerprints didn't turn up anything, right? So it's a safe bet that he's not a wanted felon," Emma added in an attempt to be encouraging.
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Post by DarkSideCookie on Feb 20, 2024 2:56:36 GMT -8
"Well, I don't know," Mary Margaret shrugged slightly before getting up from her seat to clear the table. While taking care of the dishes, she continued with her thoughts. "To me, he doesn't really look like a criminal." Of course, she was aware that not every criminal had to look like it, but it was just a feeling, or rather a deep-rooted intuition. Or maybe there was another reason why she thought he must be a good guy, but that would remain a secret, only slightly readable on her features. Some kind of weird attraction. Weird, because he was just a guy lying in a coma ever since she could remember.
Mary Margaret shrugged again, before Emma or Henry could say anything. "But there's no point in making conclusions, right? We'll have to wait until he wakes up." She was still somewhat sure that he would.
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Post by Kristi Lynne on Mar 6, 2024 16:23:22 GMT -8
"Well, I don't know. To me, he doesn't really look like a criminal. ... But there's no point in making conclusions, right? We'll have to wait until he wakes up."
"Oh, you'd be surprised. Criminals can be pretty charming," Emma countered, sipping at her hot cocoa. Realizing this was not a subject she wished to discuss in front of Henry, she quickly shifted into taskmaster mode. "It's getting late, kid. We should probably get you back to Regina's," she advised. "Go get your backpack."
"Okay," Henry reluctantly replied, gathering his textbooks and papers and stuffing them into his satchel. He put on his coat and slung the bag over his shoulder. "Goodnight, Miss Blanchard," he said. "He's gonna' wake up, you'll see! And you'll both remember who you are, and then you'll break the curse!"
"Yeah, no pressure or anything," Emma quipped, putting on her own coat and gently guiding him toward the door. "I'll be back soon."
*** Emma and Henry exit ***
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Post by DarkSideCookie on Apr 5, 2024 0:34:28 GMT -8
"Oh, you'd be surprised. Criminals can be pretty charming,"
Mary Margaret guessed that was a joke, so she just chuckled slightly at Emma's words.
"It's getting late, kid. We should probably get you back to Regina's,""Go get your backpack."
It was sad to see the two of them having to part again, even though they all knew Regina was his mother on paper. But, to Mary Margaret, the better mother was Emma for sure.
"Okay,""Goodnight, Miss Blanchard,"
"Goodnight, Henry," she replied with a smile.
"He's gonna' wake up, you'll see! And you'll both remember who you are, and then you'll break the curse!"
At that, she threw a short insecure glance over at Emma. She couldn't help but feel guilty for having stoked the fire just some more with her news, no matter the spark that she definitely had felt for a moment too, back at the hospital.
"Yeah, no pressure or anything,""I'll be back soon."
"I'll see you later," Mary Margaret said sweetly, then continuing the housework as soon as the two were out of the door, her mind completely elsewhere.
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