[OPEN/PARTY POST] And when you all get shot and try to carry on;

[cursebreaking]

Who: Anyone and everyone who is already a participant or wishes to join the Wonderland resistance! That means you. Yes, you. Get in here!
Where: Fort Dixon-Potter
When: Sunday, 6/15, 9:00 PM and onwards.
Rating: PG by default.
Summary:
The Story:
Sometime before nine o'clock rolls around, those who know their way begin heading towards the resistance hideout in the woods -- or Fort Dixon-Potter, as its come to be known. To any who have been invited to attend but don't quite know how to get there, Daryl Dixon has made himself available to escort people to the meeting, letting people in a few at a time.

Though the resistance's de facto leader is no longer with them, several veteran members have chosen to make use of their resources and bring as many more people into the fold as they can. There's food provided for all who attend: burgers, hot dogs, and other standard cookout fare to be passed around throughout the evening. Notebooks will be handed to all new members, and all will be asked to sign their names on the official roster, for reasons. It's time to discuss how to move forward with Operation: Anti-Jabberwocky. If anyone has questions about the last eight months or so in Wonderland? Now is the time to ask.

((OOC: This log is the follow-up to this post concerning re-organizing the resistance. If you're looking for the full OOC rundown of what the resistance is and how you can use it as a tool ingame, please see the information provided here and here! Feel free to use any of the subthreads below, or start top-levels for your characters as you see fit!))

Comments

OTA

[justrunsasaloon]

[ Ellen stops by with a couple jars of moonshine, because she never comes to these things without a drink. And the moonshine makes her point about them needing to be a bit more self-sufficient.

She also wants to point out that no matter how sneaky they think they are, this is a Bad Idea. The events around here make it seriously impossible to keep a secret. ]

Re: OTA

[voiceinthedark]

[This is painful, a bit like Fresher's week at university where you don't know anyone and everyone else seems to be having a much better time than you. It would never have happened in Abel. Everyone knew him in Abel.

There's a woman sitting off at the edge and she looks like she has a couple of bottles of the best social lubricant, and it's got to be better than terrible cheap lager from the off-license that most students had gone to.

He approaches her, looking a bit awkward.]

Uh, I don't suppose you're sharing that? I just got here, like, Wonderland here, not just the party, and I could really use a drink.

[justrunsasaloon]

[ Ellen raises her eyebrows. She'd found a nice table to sit at, but she pours a small glass of something. ]

Here you go kid.

[ She doesn't warn him about the kick of moonshine. ]

I'm Ellen.

[voiceinthedark]

[He positively beams when she pours him a glass and sure, maybe drinking isn't the best way to cope but it's better than attempted suicide via zombie or a PTSD related breakdown.]

Thanks. I'm Sam. Nice to meet you.

[He takes a gulp of the alcohol, eyes widening. It burns, makes his eyes water with the kick of it, but, well, it tastes better than the stuff Ed brews in his tent from whatever they can get their hands on.]

That's good stuff.

[justrunsasaloon]

[ Ellen raises her eyebrows, watching his eyes water. She can’t believe he’s actually drinking it that fast. Most don’t. ]

Thanks. Make it myself.

[voiceinthedark]

It's good! [Definitely strong stuff and he's pretty sure more than one or two would lay him out cold but...] Way better than the stuff at home.

[justrunsasaloon]

[ Ellen raises her eyebrows. ]

You had a still back home?

[sexandoutrage]

[And there's a face he recognizes from the network. Being dead kind of put a hamper on making it to her classes so far, but he still has intentions of going, eventually.

But he maneuvers through the crowd until he reaches her, still idly munching his way through the bag of cookies he brought along.]

Oh, hey. [Like they've ever met in person before.] I guess I should have figured you'd be here, what with that whole first talk we had is- [He pauses, pointing at the jars.] What is that.

[justrunsasaloon]

[Ellen recognizes Tony. She’d be hard-pressed not to. But at his stop, she smirks and pours him a small shot. ]

Fruits of my labors and all that. Latest decent batch out of the still. Want some?

[sexandoutrage]

Oh, we get samples? I really shouldn't. I mean, I'm supposed to be here representing Stark Industries and the Avengers in an official capacity, but.

[He grins.] I won't tell if you won't.

[justrunsasaloon]

[ Ellen offers him a glass of the moonshine, smirking at his grin. ]

Who the hell would I tell?

[ Meaning that he’s welcome to get a treat. His secret is safe with her. ]

[sexandoutrage]

[Which he takes, because like he's going to turn it down.

Come on.]

See, I knew I liked you. So this whole thing. [He gestures with the glass as the crowd.] You seem like one of the pros running around. Useful? Useless? How much time are we wasting with this. This feels more like a cocktail party than a serious meeting to make sure we don't die.

[justrunsasaloon]

Both.

[ She sips her own glass. ]

Useful getting ready for the Jabberwock. Useless keeping a damned secret. Sure, the mirrors can't spy on the notebooks, but damn can they spy on us. And somehow, I don't think they'll keep it quiet.

[oversight]

[ In a scenario like this, Blake would be remiss not to check in with Ellen. He slides over, an easy smile on his face as he gestures to her moonshine. ] Someone's prescribin' trouble. Nothin' you can't handle, of course.

[ He isn't sure whether he wants to opt for the hug or the kiss on the cheek, so he just holds out his arms and waits for her to make the choice. ]

How you doin'?

[justrunsasaloon]

[ Ellen chuckles. ]

Maybe I’m bringin’ the trouble.

[ Ellen walks over and gives him a hug. Because he’s Blake and he’s earned one. ]

Holdin’ up pretty well, all things considered. What’s goin’ on with you?

[oversight]

Oh, you know, wranglin' trouble. [ He says it pointedly as he tightens his grip on Ellen. When he steps back, he gives a helpless shrug. ] Mostly just hopin' we can make some headway on all this stuff.

You got an idea of what you're interested in doin'? Maybe you can help with the food scenario. We'll be in trouble if the magic in this place really dies an' I'm not sure a lotta these folks are equipped for ranchin' an' gardenin'.

[justrunsasaloon]

[ Ellen shrugs. She hasn’t really thought about it. ]

No way I can do the gardenin’. But animals I can do. Huntin’ givin’ a hand with the medical stuff. Beyond that? I’m a damned good shot.

[oversight]

No doubt. Huntin' ain't a bad idea if we know what's out there. Gotta be careful we don't shoot up any one of us, though. Considerin' these events, it's kinda risky if we're not educatin' everyone on the possibility.

Not everyone's gonna be here to know an' remember, an' I'd hate to see any of us realize we're roasting Goatchester on a spit...

[justrunsasaloon]

I think I can tell the difference between most of us and game. I'm not that much of a drinker.

[ Smirk. ]

Though it is something we should probably talk about. Watch these damned events and make sure no one gets hurt.

[likesimpossible]

Well, I suppose any gathering's not complete without drinks.

[ He says as he approaches Ellen, having noticed the jars of stuff she's carrying. ]

What's that, then?

[ He eyes the jars and their contents curiously. No, he doesn't want a drink, but still, he's curious, that's all. ]

[justrunsasaloon]

[ Ellen eyes the pipecleaner of a man that’s just wandered up to her. ]

Moonshine. There’s a still out in the greenhouse. Want a bit?

[likesimpossible]

[ He doesn't drink much, and probably for good reason too. The last time he had an alcoholic drink, it was back in 18th century France, and he'd wound up in a very good mood, singing songs and even dancing before someone put a stop to that.

He shakes his head, wrinkling his nose a bit. ]

No, I think I'll pass for now, but perhaps if you've got some left later, I might give it a try.

[ It was just his curiosity that led him to stop and talk to her, that's all. ]

[justrunsasaloon]

[ She chuckles, tucking her hands into pockets. ]

There’s always a bottle or two in the bar. I only brought a couple because I figured folks would like to know it’s available.

[likesimpossible]

Right, the bar. I've only been there once, but it's nice, as far as bars go.

[ It's a bit different from the bars he's seen: more human and less filled with people and creatures from all sorts of far-flung planets and universes. ]

[justrunsasaloon]

[ Ellen actually chuckles. ]

It’s not the roadhouse, but considering this place, there’s not much I can do about it.