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Dip in the Pool - OTA

Bo had spent several days visiting the boutique looking for a swim suit and finally gave up and took the only option they seemed to had. She was starting to get restless in the Inn and there was only so much sex and sparring a girl could do. So she put on her swim suit and headed for the pool in the afternoon. She wasn't an avid swimmer by any means, but the water felt good as she began to do laps. Her mind went over things from back home - how she was the Ash's champion, whatever that really meant, how her relationship with Lauren would never be the same, how she was still sure Trick was keeping big things from her, and how all her friends were in danger. It felt unfair that she was here while they were back home and she was frustrated that she hadn't found a way out of this place yet too.

After several laps, Bo pulled herself up out of the water to sit on the edge with her legs dipped in the water. She slicked back her long dark hair and sighed.

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"Bored." She gave another sigh as if to prove her point. "And frustrated because I really thought maybe there was some hint of a way out." Bo would still continue looking but something told her that there wasn't anything to find.

"There are hints," Regina countered and then took a seat at the edge of the nearest deck chair. "They're simply useless hints. If you'd ask, I'd have told you as much. But then you'd have had to believe I would know and trust me to tell you."

She shrugged in mild amusement. "At first it was irritating that every new arrival assumed they could do better than those of us who've been here for months. Now, I just let it happen and hope one of you can."

"I come from a place where people are sort sighted from rules. Besides, I'm the only one here like myself as far as I know so I figured it was worth a chance." She shrugged, though did feel a little sheepish. "What are the hints?"

Regina elected not to point out that Dyson was Fae too. Relevant or not, it was unnecessarily bitchy and she didn't feel that right now. "It's always worth trying. Some of us have ongoing projects."

Her fingers fluttered almost dismissively as her hand settled on her wrist where her forearm rested on her thigh. "The food and alcohol arrives from somewhere. If it were being summoned from within the Inn or on the grounds, one of us would have found it by now. The shops change their offerings when a new world will open up. There are decorations that are season appropriate, and every name is known when a new guest arrives. There is an intelligence at work here, but what kind is a mystery."

Bo knew most of that from Kitty, though she nodded as Regina explained it again. 'Right. But is it good or bad? I'm not sure I'd like the idea of being in a playground for some evil psychopath."

"I'm sure I don't," came Regina's rejoinder. "But it feels more like benign neglect that malignancy. More like a child with an ant farm and a magic wand than a genocidal sociopath." And she would know.

"I guess that makes it a little better, but I hate feeling like I'm some puppet." She had enough of that back home and it drove her nuts.

She gently kicked the water as she sat there. "So I never asked before, but what's your deal? Where'd you come from before here?"

"Don't we all." For the first time in a very long time, she thought about Gold's pawn-shop left behind in Gotham. Archie's parents, the puppets, sitting on the shelf. Pinocchio who had escaped the forest with Emma.

She pressed her lips together lightly. "The short version," since that was all Bo had earned from her so far. "Is that I was Queen in the Enchanted Forest, and then Mayor in Storybrooke, Maine."

Bo repeated that in her head to figure out exactly what that meant. Queen she understood. Enchanted forest she didn't. She did understand Mayor and Maine. "Usually in charge then." Another way that Regina reminded Bo of the Morrigan.

"That is the usual meaning of Queen and Mayor, yes," Regina said with a sharp, wry twist to her voice. "But before you go all anti-authoritarian on me, I'm not in charge here. I've taken on crisis management because I have the experience and if I don't do something I'll lose my mind. But you don't need my permission to sneeze."

Bo gave a small shrug to suggest she wasn't saying anything so overt. "I just thought it was interesting. You remind me of someone back home who's in charge of a lot of people." Less evil, from what Bo saw, but she didn't know Regina too well.

She thought of Trick, who from the way Dyson spoke she'd spend the rest of her life trying to resemble, but didn't mention him, because Bo might not be one of those who knew. "More than are here, anyway," she concurred without relenting. The comparison was unlikely to have been a favorable one.

"You remind me of a thorn in my side." Miss Swan. Regina did smile slightly then. "Who is my son's other mother."

It took Bo a second to figure out how that would work. It was possible they were lesbians, but something in the way she spoke of the other woman said otherwise.

"I have two moms too." She let her legs play in the water. "One religious and one evil, because life likes to mix it up."

Regina had crossed over her own comfortable lines. Just because Dyson had loved her, trusted her, and Regina wanted to make this easier for him (and, all right, she liked Bo, just as she'd come to like Emma), didn't mean she was ready to share her story.

"Religious is not a word you could apply to Emma. You'd like her. She wears almost as much leather as you do."

"Leather is a girl's best friend." She smiled wryly over to Regina. "And way more versatile than diamonds."

"Please." Regina smirked, one girl to another. If nothing else, in this she could be sure she and Bo were alike. "A man, a woman or a good vibrator is a woman's best friend."

Bo's smile widened and she let out a soft laugh. For a woman she was supposed to hate - and she could hear Kenzi frustratingly sigh at this very moment in her head - Regina was making it hard to not like her. "On that we can both agree."

(ooc: FTB?)

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