I'll tell you a story of whiskey and mystics and men.

[dashboardlite]

Who: Philip, Dean Winchester, and all the Wonderland residents ever
Where: Fifth floor, Room five
When: RIGHT. NOW.
Rating: PG for suggestive themes and the consumption of alcoholic beverages in the presence of minors.
Summary: Desperate times call for desperate measures. "Desperate measures" meaning ...
The Story:



It is an auspicious night. Your transmitter crackles excitedly, bearing good tidings in the form of Dean Winchester standing proudly in front of a door, Philip LaFresque at his side, expression rather put-upon. Your resident hunter beams.

"Evenin', ladies and gents!"

"Do we have t--"

"Shaddup, Phil. Come one, come al-"

"We've constructed a bar in room five on the fifth floor," Philip interrupts, stepping forward to save the day. "We all know that getting alcohol has never exactly been a problem here, but you also know that everything tastes better when you--"

"Apple-bobbing! Pie-eating contests! Classic rock! Wet t-shirt competition!"

”There is no wet t-shirt competition!”

The feed cuts short in a haze of white noise, but the offer still stands.


[[ ooc note; Both Dean and Philip will be available for separate threads, so you can interact with your friendly and charming bartenders. Please feel free to use the free space below to interact with anyone else in Wonderland's new roadhouse pub gin joint speakeasy whatever! :D You are not obligated to talk to either of the classy fellows behind the counter. ]]

Comments

Re: DIAL P for PHILIP

[learnedsomething]

[Kyle doesn't trust that other guy after shattering his whole reality, so he heads over to the other person manning the bar. And glares. Because friendliness is what Kyle does best with people he thinks are idiots.]

How is drinking going to get us out of here, exactly? I mean, alcohol has done some great things. Maybe it's better than me."

[Shit, wrong person to rant that at.]

Whatever. But isn't there anything more productive you could be doing? Other than setting up bar and letting people drink their worries away, whether that's good for them or not?

[sadfreezingbrit]

[ The physicist would scold Dean if he knew, especially since the cracks of Kyle's shattered reality are rapidly extending towards Philip, putting him on an uncomfortable spot where he nearly feels more irresponsible than a little boy.

...At least for the short and awkward moment it takes for Philip's brain to catch up with the fact that obviously he'd understand once he gets older.

Glancing towards Dean for guidance and finding none Philip folds his arms on the counter. ]

If you know something productive that will get us out of here then I'm all ears.

[learnedsomething]

[Kyle glances around for mirrors. How close do they have to be to overhear things? How much can they hear over the classic rock fracturing his eardrums and reminding him of his Guitar Hero playing days?]

Wow. I thought other worlds might not have to rely on kids to sort things out for them. But since you adults are the fucking same everywhere, I was talking about that damn queen and her newly regained and therefore precarious position.

[sadfreezingbrit]

[ Wow.

Philip sometimes laments that he never really spent much time with younger children, never developed an effortless rapport with them.

Right now though? He really doesn't mind so much. ]

She's right back where she's been for years, because we can't change anything here and not drinking won't change that either.

[learnedsomething]

[Whereas Kyle hates adults just as much as he always has. Which is a lot.]

Except for that time she got killed because the other side revolted, you mean? Maybe it's time to co-operate. Unless you think your sucky-ass mirror is a better person than you.

[sadfreezingbrit]

[ Oh boy. Mirrors. His favourite subject ever. ]

My mirror is dead. And that's about as far as improvements here can get.

[ It's so wonderful, he pretty much forgets that maybe he should turn the bitterness down a little. ]

[learnedsomething]

Lucky you. Mine's alive and kicking. Pfft. I should say, alive and sniffing. And he won't do a damn thing to help, but we need someone on the inside. Have you met anyone on the other side who might be trust whilst you've been here or have you been too busy chugging down?

[sadfreezingbrit]

I'm pouring, not chugging.

[ Today. Cough. ]

And the other side can't be trusted, none of them. They won't help, queen or no queen.

[learnedsomething]

Yeah, right. Which is why they managed what you pansy-asses couldn't and got her devoured by the mansion, right?

[He shakes his head irritably.]

Look. They're our opposites. If someone's an ass over here, their mirror's likely going to be useful. All I need is a lead, dude.

[sadfreezingbrit]

Right, now remind me how her disappearance helped us in the first place.

[ Sigh. He should be too old to be so bothered by this. ]

If you want to play with the mirrors so badly I suggest you write them, because as far as I can tell the only asses are over there.

[ Except possibly for a very small and annoying one currently bothering him at his beautiful and shiny new counter. ]

wow i am so late, sorry!

[learnedsomething]

It was change in the right direction. You had a ruler who didn't want to throw anyone who criticised in jail!

[Kyle manages to scowl even more.]

Yeah, whatever. What's your name? I think I've got a lead.