location: outside the diner
dialogue colour: #cc0066
Before Trixie got a response from the strange woman, the fire alarm went off and Flynn started yelling about a fire in the bathroom. Trixie frowned. She couldn't smell any smoke or anything, but maybe it was small or wasn't smoking very much. Glancing briefly at the strange woman, she stood up. As soon as she was on her feet, she was practically carried out of the diner by the crowd. She was outside before she realised that she didn't have her backpack. Her heart suddenly dropped, and without thinking, she made a burst for the diner. Somebody tried to stop her, but she just ducked under their arm and stayed running. Her bag was still where she had been sitting, and she picked it up, checking that its contents were still there. It was only once she knew that everything was still there that she realised something. If there was a fire, there surely should have been more smoke by now. Gripping the pixie dust around her neck tightly, she cautiously made her way into the bathroom. The ladies' was perfectly clear, and she couldn't even smell a trace of smoke. That gave her the courage to check the men's- which was just as clear. There hadn't been any fire here- or even any trace of one.
She made her way back outside, clutching the straps of her bag tightly. Why would have Flynn said that there was a fire if there hadn't been? There hadn't even been anything to indicate the possibility of a fire starting. A shiver ran down her spine, and she glanced over at Gretel. The poor girl looked really upset, and while her and Trixie mightn't have been the best of friends, she felt obligated to say something.
Tink made her way over to Gretel, still holding onto the straps of her bag. "Gretel? Can I talk to you?" She asked, glancing over her shoulder to check where Flynn was. She had a bit of a bad feeling about this whole thing, and while she didn't want to make any assumptions, she knew that Flynn and Gold weren't exactly the most trustworthy pairing.
location:outside diner
dialogue colour:#424254
Even in his pain-hazed state, Will couldn't miss the chaos as the patrons of the diner piled out onto the street, all turning and staring back at the building. He turned around to watch, hearing mutterings of a fire. Everybody seemed understandably panicked, but there was some confusion as well. This would be an excellent opportunity to talk to them and find out where he could find a doctor. Hopefully they'd be willing to talk to him, even after the whole diner thing.
He stood up, wincing, and made his way over to the crowd. He stopped a few metres away and scanned the crowd. There was a girl with tight curly blonde hair talking to a tall dark and handsome type, but they didn't seem particularly friendly. Eventually, he gave up on trying to pick someone and just went up to the person nearest him and tapped them on the shoulder gently. "I'm sorry, but I don't suppose you could tell me where I could find a doctor?"