I. LIKE. BOYS. :] :] :] // 80s storybrooke!

[Regina Mills]

This was a very special kind of hell.

Rumpelstiltskin hadn't been joking when he'd said that the place her curse would take them all to would be miserable. Regina had simply imagined something a little less...colorful. And loud (the strange magical boxes that blared bizarre music as people carried them around on their shoulders still baffled her).

There were plenty of other strange things in this world - 'electricity', water that ran right into your house whenever you needed it, machines that carried you anywhere you wanted to go (and they weren't pulled by horses!). But strangest of all these things, in Regina's opinion, was the way that people dressed. It was rather...startling and larger-than-life, somehow seeming even more over-the-top than the elaborate gowns she was accustomed to wearing as queen. So far, she'd barely even had time to gloat over her victory in between trying to figure everything out. The clothes were...well she just had no idea; as the mayor of Storybrooke (honestly, 'Storybrooke'?) she should have been dressing professionally. It would have helped if she knew what the people in this world considered to be 'professional'.

So she'd taken to flipping through some of the strange, colorful books referred to as 'fashion magazines' and had tentatively put together a wardrobe. One of the most prominent rules seemed to be 'Apply as much hairspray to hair as humanly possible', and for all the many different things she'd done to her hair back in the Enchanted Forest, she'd never seen it looking so...fluffy. It was just unnatural. Obnoxiously large hoop earrings seemed to be meant to accentuate this look, so she'd worn a pair of those as well.

The first day, she'd tried her luck with a mini skirt and go-go boots, but the rather odd looks she'd gotten from the townspeople had clued her in to something being wrong. Hmph, well. It certainly was easy for them - they all had lifetimes of artificial memories in this world. She was the only one who had to adapt on her own - and to pretend that she knew exactly what she was doing as she did. Today at least, she'd switched to a somewhat more respectable power suit (not so bad, save for the...rather intimidating shoulder pads), big hair and earrings still intact and complete with bright red lipstick and ridiculously over-sized sunglasses. This entire thing was preposterous - but if...this was what people in this world wore, she supposed she was in no position to argue.

It was well worth the price of finally achieving vengeance, of eternally gloating over Snow White. ...Or...'Mary-Margaret Blanchard', as she was known in this world. A stupid name for a stupid girl. Regina thought it fitting.

Today's events would almost certainly include more gloating - but it was also her first real day of work after the 'election' that had gained her a position as mayor as part of the curse. ..Which involved getting into the rather terrifying device known as her car. And driving.

She'd been staring at said car for the past twenty minutes now, trying to come up with some sort of strategy - did these things not come with instructions - before she'd decided that for today, it was far better to risk walking. She had...well, the rest of eternity to figure things out.