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

DIAL P for PHILIP

[sadfreezingbrit]

[ Correspondences and/or interactions with Philip go HERE ]

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. ]

[usskickass]

Beiste's in her cowboy hat, feeling a little out of place and at home all at once. She hadn't been to her bar in a while, once she married Cooter. She'd kind of felt like she wasn't supposed to. Whether that was his influence or her own ideas, well, she isn't sure yet. It makes the bar a strange place to be, even if she feels more herself in that cowboy hat than she has in a while.

She settles in near Phillip and taps the bar. "Scotch, please."

[sadfreezingbrit]

Philip offers a friendly nod in greeting and reaches for a snifter glass.

"Is that on ice or straight up?"

[usskickass]

"Eh, straight up." She has no reason to water her booze down, tonight. "So, how're you?"

[sadfreezingbrit]

"Not too bad. Exploring new career options, apparently."

He laughs and pushes the glass across the counter.

"What about you?"

She didn't seem too happy the last time he saw her, but then again, 'happy' and 'back in Wonderland' never really struck him as something that should be used in the same sentence.

[usskickass]

"You do what you have to to get by, I suppose."

She takes a swig. It's not the greatest taste in the world, but she isn't feeling picky lately. As for an answer, she shrugs.

"No worse, no better."

[sadfreezingbrit]

"I think that almost translates to fantastic in Wonderland terms."

...Okay, so Philip sucks at lightening the mood. Shush.

"...Um, peanuts?"

There should be a bowl somwh-- ah yes, there we go.

NAH NAH NAHHH!

[40410]

Alex is engaged in a shocking quest to be more, well, engaged with the day-to-day goings on of Wonderland. He keeps getting stuck in cycles of self-imposed isolation, waiting for the place to send him home so that he can complete his damn job and get some peace, overlooking the opportunities for home-ish-ness that the mansion occasionally offers.

This is unacceptable!

So I hope Philip is sitting down, because there's a young man with glasses and without muttonchops leaning awkwardly against a wall in the absolute least conspicuous area of the bar.

Melodramatic opening paragraph aside: a wild Alex appears! What would Philip do?

1/5

[sadfreezingbrit]

Philip uses FRIENDLY SMILE. It is probably not very effective.

[sadfreezingbrit]

> BE THE BEJEWELED BARMAN INSTEAD

Your career as POKEMON TRAINER is getting you nowhere with this young man, so you swiftly see to switching story styles. Given that you are both STUCK in this BAR you might as well take your friend's DRINK ORDER.

Alternatively you could attempt to foretell his beverage of choice by using GYROMANCY, but your sense of balance is dreadful and there are 99 BOTTLES OF BEER ON THE WALL that might break easily.

What will you d--

[sadfreezingbrit]

[sadfreezingbrit]

Well. Those jokes were getting rather out of hand, don't you think? We apologise on behalf of the previous narration and will get back to our scheduled program as soon as possible.

Thank you for your patience.

5/5

[sadfreezingbrit]

"Hey."

Philip smiles.

"Drink?"

[40410]

This narration can't even hope to compete.

"Uh!" Alex is not accustomed to people catching him off-guard, but he was absorbed in watching the room and had a conveniently Philip-sized blind spot. "Hey."

He plays it off coolly, though. So coolly. (JESUS CHRIST)

"Sure?"

When in Rome, try gamely to fit in with the Romans while plagued with a nagging certainty that you will fail and go back to your room and never ever come out.

Caught at the beginning of two whole conversations, he takes a moment to teeter between the drink part and the hey part and finally settles on: "Light... beer? How are things?"

What a wonderful simulation of a normal person he can be!

[oneofthosefaces]

[ Someone may or may not already been drowning their concerns prior to arriving, but crowds always seem to draw Jonathan out. There are still certain...matters at hand that happen to involve one of the bartenders, but that has nothing to do with why he's here, really.

He wouldn't have the courage for that.

Sober. ]

You're answering a lot of prayers with this, you know. [ He announces himself as he takes a seat at the bar. ] I'll be praying for a double scotch, if you might oblige.

[sadfreezingbrit]

[ Unaware that Evie found an opportunity to have the relationship talk with Jonathan already Philip is yet blissfully oblivious to any sort of trouble he should be looking out for.

For all he knows Jonathan has no reason to think of him as more than a nodding acquaintance. ]

Ask and you shall receive.

[ One double scotch with a sprinkle of blasphemy, coming right up! ]

It's nothing the closets won't put out, but I guess the atmosphere counts for something.

[oneofthosefaces]

Much obliged.

[ Truly. It's gone in a flash. ]

No, no. It makes all the difference. Company-- that's the ticket there. It's like this place is...afraid of unity or getting people together. You know what I mean?

[ He squints at Philip, fully in the interrogating sense. ]

[sadfreezingbrit]

Another?

[ Philip grins knowingly at a drinking speed he recognises, already reaching for the glass while thinking about the question. ]

I, um, I think so, yeah. It's justified, I mean, people disappear all the time, they sometimes return, they sometimes don't and sometimes they come back different, it's... [ A short laugh. ] ...not exactly difficult to see why people are reluctant.

[oneofthosefaces]

[ The glass is nudged ahead as an unspoken confirmation. ]

I hadn't thought about it like that.

[ Past the slurring, he sounds genuinely stunned. It is an interesting point, but hardly a valid excuse. ]

Philip...it's Philip, right? [ He's not going to wait for a confirmation. ] You've been here a while, haven't you? I'm sure you get attached to people regardless of whether they disappear or not.