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[He's been lying low these last few days in a manner of speaking, mostly staying in his room, visiting the breakfast hall once a day, then idly checking out the other rooms before returning to his room. Recently investigating the tablet included in the suitcase ended up with him getting an eye-full of Killian's little public announcement.

He should leave well enough alone, but the thought of the pirate throwing a biased view of a past best left behind in another world burns a bit too much for him to keep his silence.]


Thank you for that biased introduction, Captain Hook. I suppose I shouldn't have expected anything less from you. I sacrifice my life to save the town, including you, from Pan and his curse, it would figure there wouldn't be a word of gratitude in it for me. I imagine the act was forgotten shortly after everyone was safe from the danger the curse presented wasn't it?

Far be it for me to even attempt to turn over a new leaf and leave the past behind, to be a man instead of the monster everyone, save one, saw me as.

Well, what is good for the goose is also good for the gander, pirate. Shall I let people know of your homewrecking, thieving ways? How you have just as much blood on your hands as I have on mine? How your first lady love was my own wife? How she ran off with you, abandoning her son, leaving me to think her kidnapped by you, with you implying that you and your crew planned to kill her?

Leave my past where it belongs, in the past, and I'll do you the same courtesy, Captain.
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( he's had only a few days to get used to the idea of the Crocodile being present, and apparently that's a few days too many. it doesn't help that the swing he worked so bloody hard to acquire has magically returned to the swingset. his face hurts just thinking about the effort put in to get it, and honestly smacking things with it only made him tired, it never really managed to be productive. and, well, he's been distracted with Emma, after the madness with the eggs went entirely south.

she's far past the point of allowing him to uselessly fuss over her in attempt to make her feel better (or possibly himself) and plying her with the hot chocolate mix he stole, and that's left him with too much time to think of the new resident. he's a paranoid sort and the hotel is not making it any easier.

his old nemesis is here, and considering what Rumpelstiltskin was up to the last time he saw him? Killian doesn't trust him farther than he can throw him, and he wants to make sure nobody in this miserable place makes the mistake of trusting him either.

perhaps his judgment is a little off in not privating it away from people that might protest. Neal especially likely won't care for what he has to say, but it's for the best of everyone. according to Hook, anyway.

as always he looks a little tired, his scruff a little sharper than he'd usually keep it, but he's quite grim with determination. )


As I'm sure we're all aware, we got an influx of new residents a bit ago and much to all of our misfortune, one of them happened to be someone I know quite well.

I won't mince words; there's a man here by the name of Gold that should not, under any circumstances, be trusted. Don't listen to any bloody nonsense about a deal, because it'll only serve him and not you. He's a murderer and a monster, and as long as everybody knows what they're dealing with, he'll have less of a chance to try and manipulate this place to his liking.

( he pauses in consideration, adding with a flippant wave of his hand: ) Gold, Crocodile, Rumpelstiltskin, whatever he bloody says his name is. The sniveling one with the suit and a cane. If you know what's good for you, stay the fuck away from him.

And Crocodile, if you make the mistake of crossing the wrong line ( hurting Emma, unstated but basically the idea ) I'll show you how your own cane tastes.

( now, class, any questions? )