[Open] If you are the dealer

[oneagainstall]

Who: Gren and you
Where: The entrance hall, then ALL the bars
When: 13th March
Rating: PG13/R for threats of violence and swearing. So much swearing.
Summary: A one armed monster dressed as a human walks into a magical mansion. Hijinks ensue. (Will match format)
The Story:

[The Entrance Hall]

[Gren has had a shitty-ass week. What with one of his friends being murdered, getting shot in the face and having his arm ripped off again- it's not been a super fun happy time for him. Sure, his injuries have mostly healed (well, except for the arm, but there's nothing that's getting done about that) but he's still pretty goddamn tired. The absolute last thing he needed was to find himself in a strange building.

Briefly, he thought it might be some hidden annex of the Woodlands- maybe he zoned out and took a wrong turn or something. That place was a fucking labyrinth at the best of times. But no...no there were too many mundies around. Something was desperately wrong here, and he was in no mood to deal with this bullshit. He stands there, for a moment, staring around him with his (seemingly) one functioning eye, before snarling and turning, grabbing whichever poor soul happens to be within arm's reach- gripping them tightly by their shoulder and hoisting them nearer.]

Just what in the fuck is goin' on here?

[All the bars]

[Gren eventually realises there's bars in this fucking hellhole and he heads straight for them. For the rest of the night, he moves through them, trying them out for size. To be the perfect watering hole for him, they need to be the perfect balance of quiet and dive. Somewhere most other people would take one look at and move on as quickly as possible. He doubts he'll get exactly that, but then there is only one Trip Trap. He'll just have to live with what he can get.

He can be found at various points at the night, sitting on a bar stool, whiskey nearby- staring at the pamphlet explaining where he is, finding it more and more insane the more he re-reads it. Wonderland is gone. It got swept up in the Adversary's takeover just like the rest of the Homelands did. Hell, he knows for a fact the fucking Tweedles aren't little girls- not unless they're wearing glamours. He wouldn't put that past those sick fucks, honestly.

He tends to not engage in conversation, certainly not when he's settling down for a long night of drinking. But he's in a place that's not what everyone thinks it is, and it's getting under his skin. So, he'll turn to whoever has come close enough to his chosen corner, tapping the pamphlet with his index finger.]

So. Are we supposed to just buy this fuckin' Wonderland spiel or what? I'm not the only one that sees it's bullshit, right?

Comments

[scoutsniper]

[ Jesus Christ, finally someone who speaks some goddam sense around here. ]

Some of them don't want to go home.

Even after some of the bullshit here.

[oneagainstall]

[Now that's surprising. ]

No shit? What the fuck does anyone have here that they wanna stick around for? It might be pretty and magic and all that bullshit, but it's still a cage.

[scoutsniper]

Goddam survivor bonding, if you ask me. Go through enough shit together you feel like you're close. You know how it is.

[oneagainstall]

[There's a moment of pause, because, different as they are, as wide the gap there is between the class system- Fables do look out for one another. To a degree. He lets out a grumbling exhale. ]

Guess so. Still, not sure how much I'd want to trade my home for anyone I met here. I got people I need to get back to.

[Well. Person, now. The rest of them are either dead or gone, but Holly's important enough that she counts as people plural. ]

[scoutsniper]

You and me both. [Though, honestly, in Frank's case it's less 'people' than 'a hit list' to get back to. Still, he had plans.] Just wait till they tell you that it doesn't matter because eventually you go back right to that moment.

[oneagainstall]

[Gren would have a few of those- if he could get away with it. Especially the fucking Tweedles.]

Seriously? That's their line to sell us on that everything's fine here? Jesus, do they want us to drink the Kool Aid, too?

[scoutsniper]

That's the line they tried to sell me, at least.

When they weren't yelling at me for, I don't know, bad fucking language.

[Yes, clearly Frank Castle was the worst thing here with his dangerous f-bombs.]

[oneagainstall]

Of course there's a fuckin' language police around here. God forbid the kiddies or some pearl-clutching biddies hear us drop the F-bomb. That's got to be much worse than bein' kidnapped to some fake-ass version of Wonderland.

[scoutsniper]

[Holy shit, this guy gets it. It's such a new experience that Frank may need a moment. ]

Damn straight.

Probably want to keep quiet about that with them, though. [Frank doesn't have a stellar rep. He cannot imagine why.]

[oneagainstall]

[He absolutely gets it. He hates this sort of shit. People focusing on the trivial details instead of seeing the bigger picture. The more important stuff. ]

Fuck that. I've spoken my mind my whole damn life. [Which is a fucking long time.] I'm not about to stop now, to protect the sensitivities of a bunch of idiots living so deep in denial they can't see the fuckin' sunlight no more.

[But, hey, congrats, Frank- you're the first person here he doesn't hate on principle, that earns something. ]

Name's Gren.

and just like that Frank has a bestie. This is terrible.

[scoutsniper]

[ Frank nods with a grunt of assent. Finally, someone who fucking gets it. Sure, his language wasn't 'family friendly', but neither was half the shit they'd run into here. And the f-bomb isn't gonna kill anyone. ]

Frank. Frank Castle. [No hesitation this time: if this guy heard of him, he probably wasn't going to be screaming and freaking out about it.] Got here a few months ago.

terrible and glorious

[oneagainstall]

[At least there's no recognition in his face- not that Gren would have been screaming and freaking out anyway. He would absolutely back Frank's ideals. Some people- well, some people just need to die. ]

Got here like...fuck, a couple hours ago? So there's really no way out? Came across someone who said they were stuck in this shithole for three goddamn years.