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Who: Ellen or Porthos and EVERYONE
Where: Ellen: Bar, mostly
Porthos: Outside, wandering, or the library
When: The length of the event.
Rating: PG?
Summary: Catch all for my people.
The Story: OOC:

Ellen: She'll mostly be in the bar, and there will be songs playing. REO, Bon Jovi, Lynyrd Skynyrd, CCR, AC/DC... She might even have some jazz going (Ella Fitzgerald is her fave).

She'll also be shimmying around and being THE BEST BARTENDER EVER. EVAR.

Porthos: Porthos doesn't like Wonderland, but he's got good wine, some heartier drinks and will be wandering around outside, breaking into raunchy tavern songs at random times. Yep.

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Natasha had found the bar the night before, but she'd had unexpected company at the time. She shows up again tonight, on her own this time because it was a quiet night and she'd liked the place.

She doesn't bother with a table, heads up to the bar itself, sliding onto one of the stools instead, a crooked smile curving across her lips.

Ellen is moving around the kitchen, humming to herself. There's a silver tabby sniffing around the kitchen door, trying to paw it open.

When she walks out. She' opens her mouth to say hello. Instead, a song comes out.

"O Death, O~ Death, O Death, won't you spare me over another year..."

She sighs and shakes her head, clearing her throat. It doesn't help that she can't carry a tune in a bucket with a lid. "Howdy, I'm Ellen."

If Natasha's startled at all by the sudden greeting in song, she disguises it well. Then again, it's been happening all day, including from her, so she just gives the woman a rueful grin, making herself comfortable, her arms propped atop the bar.

"Natasha. And don't worry, I haven't missed there's apparently something in the air. Please tell me it's not in the alcohol as well, that'd be a damn shame at this point."

"Called a damned 'event'." Ellen explains. "The announcement by the lady with the pig usually comes before one." She shrugs. "Singing is better than some of the other things."

Well, the sex hadn't been bad, but not her best idea.

"What can I get for you?"

"The Duchess." She'd seen that announcement, hadn't realized the two would be linked, but she made note of that now. "And I suppose it could be much worse. If people were going to be involuntarily forced into something, singing is relatively harmless."

She gave the woman a crooked smile and cocked her head in thought for a moment. "Vodka, if you have it?"

"That's her." Calling her Queen Bitch just seems like borrowing trouble.

She turns and finds a bottle, bringing it over to the bar. She pulls a glass out and pours a nice hefty shot of vodka. "It could be much much worse. First thing here was the caverns underneath the place. Filled with nasties and no one had powers."

Not even the angels, but she doesn't mention that. She's not sure that mentioning that is a good idea.

"Got any alcohol, as long as the closets hold out." A small smile. "Then we're stuck with whatever I can make."

"Powers?" It's a reference she doesn't miss and she accepts the glass of vodka with a smile and a curious look. "What kind of powers, if you don't mind me asking? Is that normal here? Or... well, as normal as here likely gets. Thanks for this," she adds, lifting the glass in gratitude and taking a sip. She could have downed it all, but felt more like savoring it along with the conversation.

"You have the still, right?"

"That's for them to say." Because Ellen isn't outing those she likes. They want folks to know, they'll know. And she gets a feeling the whole werewolf thing is a secret. "Some folks have 'em, others don't. The ones that do seem to be more abundant though." She doesn't know why, but they are.

"But anyone wants to make a deal, throw salt at 'em before you agree to anything. They start smoking, tell them hell no and run." Because demons are a Thing and she doesn't want to deal with the outcome.

"Out in the greenhouse. Moonshine for now. Rum is next."

"Well. That's good to know, I suppose. It's not the sort the rest of us have to worry about watching our backs for though?" She understands protecting people's secrets, especially something like that, but she also prefers to be prepared for what could be possible threats. And if Ellen knows people here with powers, people who trusted her with that knowledge, then hopefully she knew enough to judge a threat or not. She certainly looked like a capable sort.

And then she offered advice like that. "...Salt?" What the hell did that mean?

"Oh, the demons and the angels you'll probably want to tread lightly, but the rest? Far as I know, they're kosher." But Ellen isn't completely sure. Not after that conversation with Derek, and she knows the werewolves can get a bit out of hand. But not so much that Derek can't handle them, thankfully.

She's putting a lot of responsibility on his shoulders, but he wanted it.

"Salt. Purifies everything. Makes demons burn."

"Demons and angels," Natasha echoes, her expression a mix of skepticism and curiosity. She'd heard mention - briefly - of something along those lines her first day here, but little else since then. "So that's actually a thing we have to worry about here?"

Ellen hooks her foot around a stool and drags it closer. She settles down and braces her chin on her hand, not drinking for a change. "Archangel Michael's here, as well as at least one other. Gabriel and Lucifer were here when I got here but got sent home." She shrugs. "It's a reality in my world. The demons... Meg's the one to watch out for. Dunno the others that well, but they can't be trusted either."

None of them can, but really doesn't the word 'demon' imply that?

First a world with werewolves and Hunters, now one with angels and demons. If these were a widely accepted knowledge in other worlds, it almost made hers seem tame in comparison. Unless they did exist and were just much better at hiding.

"Somehow the idea of putting angels and demons in the same place doesn't sound like a good idea," Natasha comments, taking another sip of her vodka. The names are ones she recognizes, even though she's not overly religious. Well, the angels, at least. "But they're the Biblical versions of angels and demons, then?" As far as she knew, they appeared in multiple religions, but she didn't have a lot of details off the top of her head.

Maybe that library would be useful after all...

Hunters are a thing in Ellen's world too. Along with werewolves. Just not the type that are here. Ellen sighs and shrugs. "Not my choice, though the demons seem to behave and at least leave the angels alone."

She sips her coffee and frowns for a minute. "Yes and no. You talking wrath of God you're not going to find it here." Wrath of Michael was probably completely separate. "Demons... For the most part, they'll try to talk you into a deal. Not sure how it works here, but I'm also not keen on finding out. Dealt with hellhounds once, didn't like it."

"I... don't think I'd blame you. They hardly sound pleasant." Natasha makes a face at the mention of Hellhounds. "Don't make a deal with demons. Got it." She wondered if that also applied to Asgardians. Or whatever they were supposed to be considering Loki these days. The warning should probably be heeded either way.

"Anything else that goes bump in the night I should be worried about?" she asked as she takes another sip of her vodka.

Ellen frowns for a minute. She won't out the kids, but a warning can't go amiss. "There's at least one vampire here, and more than one werewolf. Holy water for the former, and just don't piss 'em off, for the latter." She reaches down and scoops up the cat, tucking it into her hood, so the thing leaves her alone.

"Can teach you how to ward against demons and vamps if you're interested."

"I knew about the werewolves. The vampire's news though." She looks thoughtful as she digests that. "Holy water? Is that something you can get here? Forgive me, I'm not the overly religious sort. And I'd be very interested, yes" Natasha confesses, glancing over at Ellen with a crooked grin. New methods of defense - even against the supernatural - were always useful. "Is it something anyone can do?"

Ellen snorts. She remembers getting almost bitten by the asshole. unfortunately, she hadn't had a machete on her at the time, or he would have been dead.

"Anyone can make holy water or put up the warding. All it takes is believing it'll work." She shrugs. "I know it does."

Ellen gets up and disappears into the back, before coming out, carrying a sack. "First line of defense." She puts a sack of salt on the bar. "Most things supernatural can't pass a salt line. The old tales about it purifying things? Aren't just stories."

Natasha knows a lot of old folklore and legends. She'd just never thought any of it would be applicable to real life.

She nods as Ellen explains that, a frown on her face as she tries to remember other things lurking in her memory that might also be true. "Doors and windows? Or a circle?" She's thinking more practically now, how you could use salt as a barrier for protection.

"So making holy water doesn't require any religions?" That sounded strange to her, but what did she know?

"Doors and windows keep 'em out. Circle keeps them either in one place or you trapped." She shrugs. "Depends on what you want."

Ellen's been doing this a long time.

"It requires Latin, and a crucifix, but it requires belief that it'll work." Ellen's always believed that. She's not sure it's true, but it can't hurt.

"Makes sense," Natasha comments, filing that away, but the latter part gets a surprised look from her. "You know Latin?" It's not something she comes across often, and there's a flicker of respect as she nods. "The belief might be a tricky thing the first few times until its proven to work."

Ellen smiles slightly. "Know enough to use a few spells, make holy water, and a few other bits and bobs here and there." She knows more than she's letting on, but then, Latin is a dead language.

"I can make it if you want. Not a big deal." She shrugs. "I make my own now and again."

Of course it is. Which is why she's impressed. There's not a lot of people who can even claim that much.

"Does it still work even if I'm not sure I can believe in it? Or is that a necessary... Ingredient doesn't seem like the right word, but maybe in a way it is, isn't it?"

Ellen thinks about it for a minute, putting the vodka bottle where Natasha can get it. She chews it over before she finally speaks,

"I was raised to believe it would work." Ellen finally says. "Not sure if it's necessary. It might not be." She shrugs. "Too bad we don't have a handy demon to try it out on and have to 'play nice'." Ellen doesn't like it and it's obvious.

"We're playing nice with the demons as well?" That's interesting information. "Good to know. And one I can sympathize with."

She pokes the bag of salt with a finger, her lips quirking in a rueful grimace. "Pity that this probably doesn't work on Norse gods."

HERE have a redhead! Backdated to 4/27? (sorry I'm late)

It's cool!

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