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entrancelogs2018-03-13 08:16 pm
oneagainstall) wrote in entrancelogs2018-03-13 08:16 pm
[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?
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[He'll avoid the club, that sounds like too much noise for his liking. He squints, canting his head.]
Why? What's wrong with the closets? Other than the fuckin' magical part, I mean.
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[That wasn't him, but he hoped he didn't have to say it wasn't him.]
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[MOST wishes, if he has to be honest, magic is complicated and fucked up. ]
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[Minato didn't understand it himself either. And that person didn't even take care of the problem on their own. Someone else had to deal with it. So yes, trouble with the closets.]
Whenever you're not up for something alcoholic, you can stop by the Diner on the eighth floor. A friend of mine runs it and I help.
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[Always, but he does need to eat too. ]
...What'd you want in return?
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If you mean at the Diner, then comments on the food. If in general, then I think I'm good.
[He was happy enough to help out whenever he could. He supposed that was his own reward.]
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Wait, shit, what? So like...you don't want no money or nothing?
[Sure, he had a perpetual open bar tab with Holly, but that was different. That was Holly. The charity of complete strangers is lost on him. ]
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We're okay. Just come on over whenever you like. We take requests, too.
[Just to put that out there!]
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...No shit. I'll remember that. Thanks?
[He'll just be on his guard, that'll make sense, right? He'd bring a big stick or something, for extra protection, but he really doesn't need one. ]
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[Minato didn't mind. Everyone should have the chance to ask questions and get some answers, but whether they liked those answers or not was another story.]
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[He jerks a thumb towards the stairs. ]
Well. I'm gonna fuck off and find a room, seen as I'm stuck in this fuckin' dump. See ya around, or whatever.
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[Minato gave Gren a nod and watched as Gren took his leave. They could always talk later if the chance ever came up again.]