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Who: EVERYONE
Where: The Dark Lantern Tavern!
When: 1/15/16 -1/18/16 - The duration of the event!
Rating: Probably PG-13, will vary by thread.
Summary: Let's go to this creepy tavern and ask for some directions! A log for staying nice and dry inside.
The Story:

For the duration of the event, the mansion has become a dingy tavern. It has two floors, the bottom being the main tavern and the upper floor has six bedrooms with one bed and one magic closet in each room for everyone to fight over, unless they don't mind sleeping on the floor or in the tavern somewhere. With the amount of people in Wonderland, everyone is cramped together and it will be very crowded. The closets will work, however they will only provide clothing and items from time periods long gone (though they do not seem to be bound to any particular time period). There are no employees to be found in the Tavern, but there's a working kitchen with a wood fire stove and enough food and drink for everyone to last the entire event comfortably. There's even a stage with musical instruments to entertain yourselves with! There's no electricity, but plenty of candles and lanterns around.

For the entire length of the event, it will be dark outside. In addition to the never-ending night, it will pour for four days straight, and it will all seem rather ominous once it becomes apparent the sun isn't coming out. Pretty much all signs will suggest that everyone should stay in the tavern and eat, drink, and be merry with their stupid new names. But it really is tight quarters, and some might be curious to see what else is out there. Maybe there's another place to stay out there, or something. Maybe the Beast Alice spoke of is out there.

(Lost? Perhaps you're looking for the outside log or the event information.)

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[He hasn't set out on his ill-advised trip into the woods just yet, but he's getting close. Just his luck to run smack-bang into a jerryrigged lab that would make his high school science department look like the goddamn Exploratorium in comparison. The Puppet pauses, intrigued despite himself. The owner of said lab can only be the guy with stick-up hair and a general "fuck-off" demeanor, as befits a mad scientist.

He hesitates, torn between that and trees that beckon, then tucks his camera safely into the folds of his coat and steps closer.]

Wouldn't happen to have a gun lying around in all that junk, would you?

[The Rickiest Rick doesn't even look up from the latest umbrella he's cobbling together.]

If I had a gun d-do you really think I would waste my time making umbrellas?

Just figured I'd ask.

[Is it deadpan or is it a genuine justification. The world may never know.

The longer the stays, the more he risks having to introduce himself and deal with that awkward fallout, but he's curious nonetheless.]

You got anything in there besides umbrellas? I'm asking for a friend. [Of course he is.]

[Rick rummages around in his box of random shit and pulls out a frying pan.]

Here. Knock your "friend" out.

Niiiice work, Einstein. You forge this yourself?

[He tosses the guy an exaggerated thumbs-up, in case the sarcasm wasn't enough for him.]

I was thinking more along the lines of something that's, you know, useful. Like a flashlight or something. These lanterns suck. [If he's going wandering, he'd like to do it with a clear view of his own feet, thanks.]

Y-Yeah, I have a smelter in my pocket, right next to an entire goddamn Radio Shack! I'm pretty sure flashlights haven't been invented yet. You th-think I didn't try the closets? I'm just, just gonna be out here trading bullshit umbrellas for food and booze until this goddamn piece of fuck event blows over.

You w-want useful, go ask the, the, the Flashlight Maker or whatever.

[Color the Puppet thoroughly unimpressed.]

Right, so what does that make you? The Einstein Wannabe? The Asshole?

[No, no, please. He can do this all night.] I thought geniuses were supposed to be good at inventing things. Who cares if the flashlight comes a few decades early, huh? No one's gonna care.

[He jabs a wrench in the Puppet's direction.] I'm the Rickiest Rick, asshole, and d-don't forget it.

Do you even understand how, how flashlights work? First I'd need to invent the fuse, then I-I-I'd need to invent the lightbulb, then I'd need to invent batteries, then I'd need to invent plastic, I mean, why do you think humans used fire for so long?

[The Rickiest Rick. Is this guy for real? Three guesses as to what his name is when things get back to normal.]

Right, so for a smart guy like you that shouldn't take long.

[He almost offers up his camera for scrap, as if that would help. But - no, that's not something he can afford to offer up as trading fodder.]

Can you at least put something together that's a little better than these damn lanterns? [Because he could seriously set the whole woods alight with one of them.

...that actually sounds like a pretty good idea.

Wait, no. No it doesn't.

What?]

Y-You're gonna need a whole lot more to trade if you want me to invent fission-powered lanterns.

[He hesitates for a second, then pulls out his camera, definitely not offering it, but simply holding it up for inspection.]

Would this make anything useful?

...You literally had s-s-something that provides a light source, crystals and fuses and you d-didn't lead with that?

F-Fuck just, just use the night vision feature, holy shit, dude.

It's old.

[He scowls. Does he look like a computer genius? Sure, he likes to think he's smart enough to get by (HAAA) but he's not some nerd.]

I don't know how it works, man.

Aren't young people supposed to, like, be able to, to work anything? Fuck, give it to me, I'll show you. Jesus Christ this is some kind of crazy role-reversal up in here.

[Not that the Rickiest Rick has literally ever had problems with any technology, but he knows all about the stereotypes.]

[He holds out a hand for the camera, expecting whoever this guy is to just give it to him.]

[Alex narrows his eyes and keeps a firm hand on his camera, dropping it back to his side.]

Uh-uh. You wanna help, you can tell me how it works.

[Like hell he's handing this thing right on the fuck over to a weird maybe-genius he doesn't even know.]

[The Rickiest Rick keeps holding his hand out and even wiggles his fingers.] I'm not gonna break it, you moron, I-I just need to see what kind it is.

[It looks like a digital camera, but the brand and what year it's from will tell him if it has night vision or a decent light of some kind. Either way, it's probably more useful in one piece instead of gutted to make some kind of shitty flashlight.]

Sure you're not.

[He's watching you, Rickiest Rick. He needs this thing in optimal condition if he's going to be hunting down night-monters in an ill-advised attempt to get a closer look at something that may or may not be related to his worst nightmare. He has big important problems and cameras are an absolute necessity for solving them.

With a low sigh of resignation, the Puppet rolls his eyes and holds the camera out.]

You break it, you buy it.

[Now that he's looking at it--fuck. He was hoping it was a digital camera. What the fuck is this kid doing lugging around a camera from like 1910? What the actual fuck.]

Holy shit, are you into antiques or something? Y-Y-You get this from the fucking Antiques Roadshow? Wow. This is literally like a h-hundred years old and you want me to turn it into a fleshlight? I mean a, a flashlight?

[Wow, nice dude. Classy little Freudian slip there.]

Everything here is old, man. You think this would've been my weapon of choice otherwise?

[Alex sure as shit wouldn't be wearing a suit if everything else wasn't caught in the damn 40s...50s...whatever anachronistic time period this is.]

[Rick doesn't even notice or care.]

So you got this from the closet? Fuck. Y-You were acting like it was important or something. I can just crack this open, use the parts t-to make a flashlight if that's what you really want.

No.

[The emphasis takes the Puppet by surprise, the blunt hardness in that one syllable. But he knows without question that he can't lose the camera. He needs it.]

I was just - uh, curious. But it was just with me when I got here.

[Eyebrow raise. Okay there buddy calm down.]

Jesus, you, you're pretty great about being clear about shit, aren't you? I bet they call you the, the Clear As Mud Guy.

[He really just wants this guy out of his life right now, but he knows this sort of "bother you until you give in" personality.]

God, okay, get me a sandwich and something alcoholic and I'll have a light source for your goddamn camera. You don't have epilepsy, right?

Yeah? That bites, dude it really does. Truly, witty repartee that defined a generation.

[Frankly he's not sure if he wants to deal with this asshole for longer than the 30 seconds it would take to argue the point, so, hell, he'll look for his fucking fix.

And if he can't find anything that fits the bill, what a damn shame, looks like he'll just have to abandon the whole endeavor. What a heartbreak.]

Fine. If I'm not back in five you can forget it.

Whatever, man, some other dumbass will be by for these sweet umbrellas sOUUUUURHHHH-oner or later.

Keep telling yourself that.

[A. Kralie OUT.]

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