<strong>Name: Emma Swan<br/>Occupation: Stranger Danger!<br/>Time: Morning - 1st day A.E.<br/>Location: Granny's Diner - Counter<br/>Tagging: Glen – Mentioning : Soren, Belle, Chas, Wally, Krystopher, Jazz, Trey, Lothar, Floyd, Ruby</strong><br/>___________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________<br/><br/><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/90/Emmasw.jpg)</div><br/>Pushing her long blond hair to the side a bit, she sighed as her eyes scanned the menu. She could feel a few sets of eyes on her but that wasn’t too concerning. Being a stranger in a small town had a tendency to attract attention. Emma didn’t have much of a chance to dwell on the matter before a gentleman’s voice broke through the air in her direction. Turning her head a bit, her eyes met those of a large smiling man just behind her. Shifting her body in his direction, Emma tilted her head ever so slightly to consider him…and his words.<br/><br/><strong>“Pancakes or waffles huh? I will take that under advisement but honestly as long as it has bacon on the side, I’m pretty happy. Oh...and hot chocolate with cinnamon. But again…thanks for the tip.”</strong><br/><br/>Her words were delivered matter-of-factly with no hint of interest or disinterest. It simply was. She was a cautious creature and always had been. Trusting people was something that she had a very hard time doing but a simple conversation didn’t require trust - just manners.<br/><br/>She was grateful for his comments for a reason other than culinary preference however. It drew her attention to the growing crowd in the diner. She prided herself on observations and there was a lot to observe. Her eyes did a quick scan of the busy room, noting characteristics of several people in the blink of an eye. Of course she knew nothing about them or even their names but that didn’t stop her from committing something about them to memory. There was Mr. Friendly to whom she had already spoken…Bookworm and the Big-mouth (or was it Beauty and the Beast? She couldn’t decide…)…Mr. Bookworm at the counter…Tweedledum and Tweedledee over at a window table…Tee-totaling Party Boy (study in contradiction?)…Texting Twit…Sheriff Shouty Pants…Waitress Sass Master - whose name was apparently Ruby - and a variety of others. Emma would be the first to admit that the names weren’t very creative nor were they intended to offend… but once they wormed their way into her head, there was very little she could do to make them leave. It was a skill she had honed over time in regards to rapid-fire memorization and it had evolved through the years to the point of being as automatic and uncontrollable as yawning.<br/><br/>That left one…in the back booth. There was an immediate internal recognition. While she didn’t consider herself spiritual at all, Emma did believe in certain things. Neal had once told her that kindred spirits recognized each other and that is how they had found their way to each other. The way he hid behind his menu but his obvious presence in the diner…there was just something about him she could relate to. She craved solitude as well…but there was an ever-present desire to be a part of something other than that solitude. Mr. Friendly seemed to be the pleasant sort but she was drawn to the one Sherrif Shouty Pants had called Soren.<br/><br/>Strangely enough…-that- name wasn’t sticking in her brain.<br/><br/><em>Dýrið</em><br/><br/>What the hell was that? It was like her inner voice…saying the name over and over. Weird. Moving on...<br/><br/>Shifting her attentions back the Mr. Friendly, she arched her head a bit and decided to engage in a bit of reconnaissance.<br/><br/><strong>“ Soooo...Storybrooke? Interesting name for a town. I’ve never heard it mentioned before…but then again, I’m not well-traveled. What can you tell me about it?”</strong><br/><br/>Emma Swan was an excellent multi-tasker. Her eyes focused on the gentleman she was speaking to but her senses were in high-gear, absorbing information from all over the immediate vicinity.<br/>