Tavern Mingle (INSIDE) | OPEN

[vitaelamorte]

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.)

Comments

The Refugee & The Apostate | Closed

[bloodmagics]

[Well, all things considered, this event isn't so bad. The tavern reminds him of The Hanged Man, if... cleaner, and the rain is a welcome sight, even if it refuses to let up. He spends most of the time with his Mabari draped over him, slowly scratching him behind the ears and making conversation with anybody who comes over.

His 'title,' thankfully, isn't too bad, it could be worse and it is accurate.

All in all, it's relatively calm. So naturally, things have to go south. Looking out over the crowd, as much as he can from his position on the floor, he catches sight of a familiar shock of blond hair and his breath catches in his throat. It's quite an effort to get the beast off his legs, but he manages eventually, earning him a few annoyed huffs as he climbs to his feet and pushes through the crowd.]

A-- Apostate!

[He shouts, barreling through the crowd and straight up lifting Anders off his feet as he crushes the other mage in a bear hug.]

[circlejerked]

<sub>[Anders had been on one of his absent-minded patrols around the tavern when the shout comes. Apostate? It puts a quirk in his brow. Who'd be going around yelling that--?

Before he can turn around, he's caught up in the jaws of some giant trap... or at least that what it feels like as steel bands constrict him, trapping his arms at his sides. Breath whooshing out of him, the most he can do is wonder why the ground seems to have fallen out from beneath his feat. Maker have mercy, he's being attacked. That's the only reasonable explanation for why his ribs are groaning.

It isn't until Anders is already wriggling to get away that he starts to see it's no metal torture device attempting to squeeze the life out of him, but a person.]</sub>

Ever heard of a personal space bubble?

_{[He gasps this out as he struggles to turn his head to view his "attacker." If he isn't released soon, somebody's going to be nursing a sore knee where he's kicked it.]}

[bloodmagics]

[Hawke continues to squeeze Anders even as he struggles, caught up in the moment and simply happy to be reunited with a friend. They weren't incredibly close back in Kirkwall, but there was definitely a spark there - at least, on Hawke's side of things. Regardless, Anders had potentially helped save Carver's life so right now there's nothing but excitement, the thought that Anders might not know who he is, might know more than he does, doesn't even occur to him.]

Alright, alright. [He laughs as he sets Anders down gently.] Sorry, I got excited to see you again.

[circlejerked]

No more surprise attacks, if you please. I prefer my feet on the ground.

_{[Twisting free the minute he's able, Anders takes a long step back and gives his bubble back its dignity, one eyebrow arched at a severe angle. He rubs his hands over his arms--whether to smooth his robes or get the feeling back into them is up for interpretation.]}

Again?

_{[Nothing about The Burly Stranger stirs Anders' memory. Not even a dusty back corner.]}

Am I supposed to know who you are?

[bloodmagics]

[Hawke has a retort all fired up and ready to go but then Anders keeps talking and you can physically see the moment his heart breaks. He steps backwards, both to give Anders some more space and to make it easier for him to leave should he need to.

He'd simply been lucky with Isabela, it appears.]

You don't remember me. [He says it aloud, mostly to confirm it to himself.] I'm -- [He wants to say Garrett Hawke but his mouth simply won't form the words, instead what comes out is that blasted title.] The Refugee.

[He sighs rather heavily, dragging a hand down his face.]

We met in Kirkwall, when I was looking for maps. Does that ring any bells?

[circlejerked]

_{[Augh, a sad face. Why is he getting a sad face? He imagines the man's look is close to one a bear would make if he swatted a fresh fish out of its paw and told it it could only eat vegetarian from here on out.]}

Huh, that's a regrettable name. Not as catchy or as official-sounding as mine. But on the positive side, refugees get to do a spot of travelling, see the sights...

_{[A title implying refugee status doesn't ring a single bell, but Kirkwall... Some of his annoyance starts to fade as he realizes this isn't just any average mansion-goer, this is someone from Thedas. From Karl's neck of the woods.]}

You're from Kirkwall?

_{[The rest is background noise. Kirkwall is the one thing that means anything to him.]}

[bloodmagics]

[Hawke lets the matter of his 'title' slide, if only because it's revisiting territory he doesn't want to see again, not right now.]

Lothering, originally. The Blight forced my family and I out and we found our way to Kirkwall.

[A beat, and Hawke manages to hold back a sigh.]

I'll take that as a no, then.

[circlejerked]

Figured that out, did you. Though I'm flattered to think the very sight of me fills you with sunshine and joy, so much so you can't contain it.

_{[Anders drops his arms back to his sides, trying to assemble his thoughts into some semblance of order in contrast to the blithe exterior he projects. A case of someone mistaking his identity would be nothing to think twice about back home, but in this place a person can't be too sure...]}

Well, Lothering explains the refugee part well enough--I'd heard the darkspawn overran it--but sorry to say, I haven't been to the Free Marches. Whoever you met in Kirkwall, it wasn't me.

_{[It's his turn to burst a bubble, he supposes. Kirkwall is on his to-do list, but it hasn't happened yet.]}

[bloodmagics]

[Hawke can't help the laughter that bubbles out of him.]

What can I say? I missed my favourite spirit healer.

[A moment later he realises what he said and frowns, looking rather contrite. Is this Anders before he was a spirit healer? Has he said too much? He's sort of gotten used to the idea that people can show from a time before they knew you, and he decided he wouldn't say more than absolutely necessary.]

Ah -- Sorry. This place, Wonderland, it can do things like this. There's people here who have met me but I've never met, including a pair who met a version of me that's a woman, so, I'm sure it's possible for there to be two Anders running around Thedas, I'm inclined to think a similar situation has happened here. [Maker, he's bad at this.] I'm not -- I won't say anything else, I know what it's like to have part of what could be your future dumped on you.

[circlejerked]

Favorite? Well, well!

<sub>[He makes a show of sounding impressed by the man's high opinion of him, allowing a self-congratulatory smile. Perhaps he should've gone into acting and not spirit healing. Pretending this isn't getting supremely awkward and that he isn't having a jarring flashback to Alistair's words is a considerable challenge.

Why do you remember all these things that haven't happened yet? Because everything is weird. The king really hadn't been kidding, had he?]</sub>

"Do things" like what? You think you know me from my future? _{[A light laugh. Disbelief has its teeth sunk deep.]} I think I like the idea of having a long lost twin of my own more. Someone who looks just like me would make a great diversion to keep templars off my tail.

_{[And it actually seems more plausible than the rest of what he's hearing.]}

Sounds like you got the worse deal. A time-travelling she-male who had to flee Lothering? Yeesh, tough break. My sympathies.