Everyone Needs a Broom!

[cantwalkwithoutit]

WHO: Rumpelstiltskin/Mr. Gold, and you!
WHERE: The one place you're most likely to find Mr. Gold is in his shop in Heropa, where he sells handmade brooms -- as assigned to him by the government on arrival.
WHEN: Anytime late June/Early July before the Independence Day celebrations. Hours in the shop are from 9 am to 6 pm.
WHAT: Anyone is free to tag in and start their own thread! Threads may move to other locations as the scene requires.
WARNINGS: None as yet, will update when necessary.

The store space is modest in comparison to his establishment back in Storybrooke, admitted, but the inventory is much more focused. In the large window in the front, various pieces are displayed, brooms with unique handles, some hand-carved, with bristles of many colors, some even that appear to have strands of gold in them. All hand-woven, even braided in some instances. Inside, it smells faintly of cinnamon, and still more examples hang on the walls. A counter with a small cash register stands at about the center of the room, and behind that counter is a worktable where Mr. Gold works on new projects with meticulous care, his cane set aside but within reach. There is a door leading to a back room that is always closed and locked. There's an aura of comfort in the place, of home and hearth.

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Locked to Pan

[cantwalkwithoutit]

[ On this particular day, as with any other day, Gold had no real expectation for anyone in particular to waltz into his workspace. Lacking the gift of sight since his death, he's come to resent being surprised perhaps a little less, but it's no less jarring to see that face in particular darken his doorstep. ]

[4thdimensional]

Doc was quite grateful to Max for the introduction. This Mr. Gold was quite the interesting character...and, perhaps, a new ally. For a week, he considered stopping by again. It would be nice to socialize with someone not so entwined in the sciences. There was the chance to learn something new!

The opportunity finally presented itself one late afternoon. Doc strode up to the shop with a purpose and leaned in the doorway.

"Mr. Gold! Excellent, I was hoping to find you here."

[hostage]

[Jesse's wandering. More specifically, Jesse's wandering in search of a gift for his lover's birthday. Of course, Daisy's not really into artisanal brooms - not as far as he knows - but the shop is so strangely specialized that it's at least caught his attention as a (former) artist. He takes a detour from his shopping to peek inside, and he's not disappointed by what he finds. It's all so weird. Not in a bad way, either. It's actually very impressive to him. He pauses to admire one particularly flashy weave, running his fingers over the texture.]

Halloween every day up in here.

[Said more to himself than anyone who might be near him.]

[crapbearer]

It's another day of practicing woodworking, but upon entry Max was distracted by a piece he hadn't seen before. The handle of the broom was expertly carved, smooth and shining in the warm light, shaped into a delicate yet powerful looking bird. Its wings are open, wrapped around the broom handle, and the piece was accentuated by weaving work along the handle in gold and red.

Max ran his fingers over the carving, already thinking of a few quips calling it a chicken broom.

Fowl, actually, he could imagine Virgil droning n response. Max gave a soft laugh at that, a sad, nostalgic smile crossing his face.