[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?

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entrance

[oneagainstall]

[Perhaps, in hindsight, attacking the lady with the katana on her back was not the wisest choice he could have made that day. He takes a moment to decide how much he really wants to test if that thing can hack his head off or not. He realises that if he has to decide that at all, he should probably...not.

So, he roughly lets her go, raising his hand in a mix of apology and angered shake off. ]

Fine. What the fuck ever. What are you? Some sort of guard?

[thesamurai]

[ So far, this is going considerably better than someone trying to burn down the library after murdering someone in the confusion of being new.

Taking a step back, she eyes him warily, lowering her sword and watching him. ]

Someone who's been fucked with too many times. Especially here. You're new. No one here did this to you. No one you can get to, anyway.

[oneagainstall]

[At least library burning aren't on the cards, for a Fable that would be like shooting off your nose to spite your face.

He keeps guarded, tense. He doesn't understand any of this and he just wants to get home.]

The fuck do you mean? Last time I checked, people just don't wake the hell up in someplace they've never been before. This something to do with the Crooked Man? This one of his operations?

[thesamurai]

The hell is a 'Crooked Man?' No. Listen, you have magic in your world? Because that might help wrap your mind around it. No one knows how we got here, but we all showed up just like you. Confused as fuck and mad as hell. We don't know how to get out, I've been here three years and don't have a clue.

[ So, no need to be hostile, we're all in this together. Or something. ]

No one's trying to fuck with you personally. At least not today.

[oneagainstall]

Exactly what it fucking sounds like. And I'm from the Bronx.

[Which is a non-answer, but there's rules he should abide by. Letting on he knows anything about magic would be leaning on them too much for his linking. Magic, though. That explains a lot. It's always fucking magic. Something she says sticks harder than anything else though, something he absolutely didn't want to hear. ]

Three years? Fuck, I can't stick around this place that long, I got people that need me. Shit, is it some sorta prison or what?

[thesamurai]

Sure, you can think of it that way. And this world, all of it, there's magic. People have it, this place runs on it. It's a prison where we're free to roam around.

[ And, just because he's from the Bronx, doesn't mean his version of the Bronx might not have magic. She's met people from worlds completely opposite hers. ]

But the good news is, long as you're here, time is frozen. No one needs you, they won't even know you're gone.

[oneagainstall]

So it's a fuckin' gilded cage. With magic. So does that mean this place has got witches? Like, hubble, bubble toil and trouble, all that shit?

[Because if he's going to be here for a while, maintaining his glamour is absolutely going to have to be bumped up to the top of his list of priorities. He doesn't know how people here would deal with a swamp monster lurching about the place, but he's pretty certain it wouldn't be well. For this, he needs a witch. ]

You sure about that? Is there proof? Not just fuckin' hearsay?

[thesamurai]

People have died tryin' to get out. And yeah, there are witches. Not in charge, that I know of. They call themselves Queens. But people here from world's with magic, we've got that.

[ He specifically asked about witches. Noted. ]

I've left here three times. Somehow I keep getting pulled back, but when I go home, it's like I never left. And I can't remember this place.

[oneagainstall]

That a fact? Good to know.

[That's...really concerning. His brows furrow, because that- ]

Well, that shit ain't fair. You actually get the fuck out and they drag you right back? Without remembering you were here? That's fucked up.