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[Open] If you are the dealer
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?
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?
Bar
[That would be a no on the events. He rolls his shoulders, exhaling. Things are going to get worse, of course they are. ]
Just my fuckin' luck. I get sucked into this shithole as everything is goin' down the crapper.
Hear the closets are magical. Give you stuff? Sounds shifty to me. Don't magic like that always got a price to it? That's how the stories go.
Bar
[Closest thing to a parade they'd had, after all.]
Not sure it's going down. I think this is how they want it, and everything they've set in place. Which makes it worse.
So everyone says, and the price you pay is the events that are trying to kill you to keep this place going. That's the story. You're tortured. You're stalked. You're set up to die. But hey, the rest of the time you just get to have whatever you want, but freedom and loved ones.
[The false cheer is obvious.]
Bar
[Sounds like a Good Time. ]
Oh, well, then that's just fuckin' fabulous. Who needs freedom and loved ones when you've got the utter delights of sitting around, waiting for the batshit place you've been kidnapped to tries to kill you or not. It sounds like a fan-fuckin'-tastic way to live. Lucky me.
[Jesus, and he thought moving to New York was bad. ]
Bar
Now you sound like me the first time it happened. Yeah, first. The powers that be have a thing for zombies. I think it's amuses them, and gets more of us killed.
Best I can give you is that your life will be waiting, and you have one to go to. Some here don't have that.
[Seth does, but others were dead when they got here, and have nothing to look forward to except death after they leave. Or worse, more zombies.]
Bar
[The sarcasm is real and true. He takes a drink, grimacing.]
So, wait. This place brings people who are fuckin' dead or some shit, too?
Bar
I've met a few people. Not many as compared to the number of living people who are here, but those few know they're going back to their death. They remember dying. Others remember life after them dying.
So it's here or being dead.
Bar
Bar
It works for me and I'm not dead out of this place. It just offers me some things I didn't have before. Well, it did.
You think anyone that chooses here, or wants to chose here, isn't aware where they'd be going?
Bar
[Spoken like a true immortal who doesn't give a shit. ]
Bar
[Seth has put too much thought into this.]
Bar
Bar
Bar
Bar
[He gave him a look, making a bit of a face.]
One of the kids comes from a world overrun with zombies. She's like on her own, murdering formerly living people and wondering what gets her first. Starvation or zombies. Pretty sure she can handle a helluva lot more than I can.
And the twins? Probably will take over this place one day. There's brothers, and I worry about them from time to time. Seem pretty sensitive.
Bar
[There's plenty of Fable kids who can deal with this kind of thing, but then, they're not really kids. Centuries of existence takes that sort of thing away from them. ]
Guess that's something. Means we end up with a lot less dead kids.
Bar
[Which is weird for him to say, but that doesn't change he wouldn't just let them die. He can't say that for everyone.]
I'm a fan of not dead kids. Though I'd be a fan of not constantly having the place try and kill us but not likely to happen apparently.
Bar
[Still Avoiding Dead Kids is something even he can get behind. ]
Tell me about it. It's be a whole fuckin' lot more bearable if they weren't trying to off us every month.
Bar
Worse, for me, is the stories that those deaths keep this place running. Makes me think one day they're going to start upping the ante and who knows how long that'll last.
Bar
[Or, in his case, they go to CLASSY bars, because most of the Fable "kids" are much more well off and can afford it. ]
Shit, really? So it's not just memories, but our lives, too?
Bar
Though why they don't just pick some asshole psycho from a fucked up world and just keep killing him over and over again is beyond me.
Bar
I mean, that'd make sense. I know a few people who would fuckin' deserve that. It'd be doing the world a favour, keeping them in perpetual death.
Bar
[And here he hasn't died once, and he supposes he does.]
Bar