Emma jerked awake as if she were being ripped out of a dream, which is not a new experience for her considering that is how she wakes nearly every day. She realizes quickly that she not in her home in Atia, but in a strange place. "Seriously?" She muttered, looking down at herself completely naked.
Emma felt like she had the worst luck in the world because instead of going home she ended up here. "Wherever the hell here is," was also said to no one, as she was alone in the room. She spotted the clothing and after another quick roll of her eyes, she put them on.
The collar wasn't horrible, a lot sleeker than the old one, but still a collar none the less. She is grateful they at least provided clothes. She steps outside, looking around. "Excuse me, but would you mind telling me where the hell I am this time?"
Toga Party
Emma suddenly wished she was the type of woman who could carry herself with complete confidence. Sure, put a sword or a gun in her hand and she would know exactly what to do and how to do it. But a toga? yeah not so much, but the pale blue color was nice, and she thought that the gold sandals were workable, thankful they weren't heels.
She grabbed a drink, but it remained untouched for now. Sure, she was used to parties on Atia, but that didn't mean she liked them. She mingled some, but for the most part she was just people watching.
Emma Swan | OUAT with CRAU
Emma jerked awake as if she were being ripped out of a dream, which is not a new experience for her considering that is how she wakes nearly every day. She realizes quickly that she not in her home in Atia, but in a strange place. "Seriously?" She muttered, looking down at herself completely naked.
Emma felt like she had the worst luck in the world because instead of going home she ended up here. "Wherever the hell here is," was also said to no one, as she was alone in the room. She spotted the clothing and after another quick roll of her eyes, she put them on.
The collar wasn't horrible, a lot sleeker than the old one, but still a collar none the less. She is grateful they at least provided clothes. She steps outside, looking around. "Excuse me, but would you mind telling me where the hell I am this time?"
Toga Party
Emma suddenly wished she was the type of woman who could carry herself with complete confidence. Sure, put a sword or a gun in her hand and she would know exactly what to do and how to do it. But a toga? yeah not so much, but the pale blue color was nice, and she thought that the gold sandals were workable, thankful they weren't heels.
She grabbed a drink, but it remained untouched for now. Sure, she was used to parties on Atia, but that didn't mean she liked them. She mingled some, but for the most part she was just people watching.