reap what you sow

[gloriouscurse]

Who: Regina and you
Where: Anywhere; her room, the lobby, the hallway
When: March 14-28th
What: Regina has a literal shit ton of ghosts.



Her room, March 14th-16th

She doesn't know if she ever expected the odd haunting to stay confined to that of a little girl. Regina supposes other shoes dropped all the time, and the girl ghost, or mass hallucination, or whatever she was, truly had been just the tip of the iceberg. The next time Regina wakes, she reaches for the glass of water on her nightstand and sees his face, just a glimpse in the glass, and it's enough to make her shout in alarm, sitting straight up in bed. Reaching for the light, she flips it on and there's no one. But she'd been so sure, just as she'd been positive in her car in Storybrooke, staring out into the rain and seeing him reflected in lightening.

Daniel.

Her last memory of him, of them together, had his hand around her throat and her being forced to kill him. She'd killed him, after getting him back, after having him there again. It wasn't him, it wasn't her Daniel, and she's trying to shake it off, to clear her mind and slow the racing of her heart. But before she can sleep again she sees him once more, this time in the corner of the room, there and gone. She doesn't sleep. In fact, for a solid twenty-four hours, she doesn't close her eyes until she has to, her body too exhausted. Her dreams are filled with Daniel, imagining she was the one to take his heart, or hearing him tell her that even if he were back, she'd been too evil, had committed too many crimes. He tells her things that would never fall from his lips, she hopes. When she wakes again he's there, a quick reflection in her mirror, and she yells at him to go, throws a glass which shatters against the wall and he disappears. He isn't hers. She stays in her room, but when he doesn't come back she finally dresses, just in a pant suit (no gowns), to go downstairs and eat.

Hallway/Lobby, 17-23rd

She can't tell one peasant from the other. She doesn't even know that they're from her world until she keeps seeing them. Farmers and millers, standing in corners and staring at her, watching her until she looks back for too long and they disappear. It takes time for her to realize what's happening, for her to understand. Four or five of them appear together, just looking at her, staring. She begins seeing them in clusters, as she rounds corners and stops short, gasping. She tries to get away, to block them out, but they're always there, more and more of them. The villages she'd burned to the ground, the people she'd killed as the Evil Queen. So many of them that were they solid they could get their revenge. As it is, she thinks she's losing her mind. She refuses to be confined to her room, refuses to let this make her cower, but she finds that sitting with her eyes closed helps. They may be there, but she can't see them. And so she sits in the lobby, eyes closed tightly as she tries to push it away, tries to stop thinking.

Lobby, 24-last day of event

Her mother is the first to speak to her. Not a complete sentence, and certainly nothing loving. It's a sneer. You. Regina's heart bottoms out and she stands, frozen in place in the lobby of the hotel. She is not a woman who has ever appeared frightened willingly in front of others, but she looks terrified now. Even dead, even a ghost, the knowledge of everything her mother has done and what she's capable of is enough to propel Regina into panic.

"You're dead, mother!" Because she'd put the cursed heart back into her chest, and Cora sneers, lunging forward and then disappearing. Regina's eyes close tightly, and when she opens them, the one person who always comforted her after Cora's wrath is there, bleeding from the knife wound she'd inflicted.

"...Daddy?" Her voice is soft, broken, a tear tracking down her face. But there's no smile of reassurance, he's stoic, and Regina lets out a choked sob, turning and making her way blindly through the lobby, yelling at someone to get out of her way; if she had magic, she would have flung them to the side to aid in her trying to escape. And then she's stumbling back, eyes wide as ghosts appear around her, led by her mother, by her father, surrounding her and closing in. No one can see the horror she's inflicted outside of Regina, but she backs into a corner, not sure what's real and what isn't, sure that the day she has to pay for everything has finally arrived. Sinking down, she presses her face in her hands and closes her eyes, just wanting it to be over.

Comments

[gloriouscurse]

Admitting weakness isn't something she's keen on doing. But as she glances Daniel in a glass reflection, her eyes widen, jaw clenching.

Pushing at her food, Regina's silent for a long minute, debating on whether or not she wanted to be vulnerable in front of him, and whether or not he'd genuinely care. But a part of her is curious too, if she's the only one or if he'll have a similar story.

"I think the ghost girl is the least of our problems, now."

[villainously]

Hook and Regina aren't exactly keen confidants, but it's obvious that something is bothering her. And they all need to work together to find a way out of this place, and that means yes, he does care. He just isn't likely to be able to help, considering his luck at being helpful in the hotel.

He frowns at her wording, watching her with a slightly reluctant expression. He wished he could feign ignorance, yet the glimmer of a shadow makes it difficult.

"Stings a bit more when it's personal, doesn't it?" He doesn't need to say who he's seeing to relate.