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entrancelogs2012-05-24 07:54 pm
dashboardlite) wrote in entrancelogs2012-05-24 07:54 pm
Entry tags:
- dead like me: george lass,
- glee: noah "puck" puckerman,
- glee: santana lopez,
- glee: shannon beiste,
- homestuck: john egbert,
- marble hornets: alex kralie,
- mlp: pinkie pie,
- penumbra: philip,
- south park: kyle broflovski,
- supernatural: dean winchester,
- supernatural: sam winchester,
- the mummy: jonathan carnahan
I'll tell you a story of whiskey and mystics and men.
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 friendlyand 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. ]]
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
So, so sorry. ;; and edit for...actual completion!
[ He could prolong this, but he's a manipulator of a whole different breed. If suspense or pacing had much value to him, he would certainly be much more gifted at cards.
Downing most of the glass, he sums up the courage to go in for the kill. ]
Evy seems very fond of you, you know. It's Philip this, Philip that...I just mean to say that you've left quite the impression.
[ There's something of a cocked brow there but...that may just be the second scotch talking. ]