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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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And if your chooses are a crap mystery or here, why would it be surprising someone chooses here?

[Seth has put too much thought into this.]

I don't fuckin' know, man. A prison is still a fuckin' prison, no matter how much you shine it up, or how better an alternative it is.

And for some, prison is better than what they face. It's not like anyone here doesn't know what this place is.

Not all that convinced on that one, bucko. And I mean. shit, what about the kids? Do they understand what all this shit is?

It offered me a chance I didn't have before. Then it fucked it up, but I can take it or leave it.

[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.

Well, fuck me. So they're actually capable kids? Guess they have to exist even in those shithole worlds.

[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.

Yeah I avoided them like fucking poison in my own world. Here though, they're pretty good kids.

[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.

Don't see a whole lot of 'em where I come from. Different circles.

[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.

Stay in enough bars, and you never see them. Except here.

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.

That's a really good fuckin' point.

[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?

The memories keep the place going, because it brings about the deaths. If all the shit they say is true.

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.

How nice of it, to fuck with us to the point where we goddamn fuckin' die.

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.

Yeah well, never seems to be the ones that deserve it here. There was someone here that died five times, and definitely didn't deserve it.

[And here he hasn't died once, and he supposes he does.]

Shit, that's pretty fucked up. Poor bastard.

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