Open Bar Post for the duration of the event

[luckynumberthree]

Who: Anyone!
Where: The temporarily-relocated bar, now in a 1st floor tea room until the fifth floor becomes inhabitable again.
When: The duration of the event
Rating: ???
Summary: With the fifth floor being overrun by Silent Hill shenanigans and weird unfortunate afflictions, the bar staff has temporarily relocated to the first floor until they can return upstairs. Unfortunately, they're still cursed by the unfortunate truth-telling side effects. Drink and Tell at your own risk.

The Story:
The bar has weathered a lot of events in Wonderland, and will no doubt weather a lot more, but between the recent string of murders (Thanks, Dean Winchester) and the current vivid atmosphere on the fifth floor, everyone had agreed that finding somewhere a little less terrifying to get drunk was a requirement until things got sorted and back to normal.

Of course, moving locales doesn't seem to free them from the new geas of truth-telling that's seemed to invade anywhere in the mansion that nourishment is offered. That's not enough for them to close their doors, though. In fact, Simon's all for this, because he thinks it could provide some pretty amusing interesting revelations. And as he is the one most visible in the bar for the next few days, he could use some of that. Jo's still recovering from her attack and he might still be over-protectively fussing just a little.

He's his typical welcoming self to anyone who wanders in for some alcohol, however, always ready with a drink and likely some inappropriate humor. Delve into deep truths at your own risk, however.

Comments

OTA

[luckynumberthree]

Simon spends most of the duration behind the bar, keeping busy, keeping an eye on things. Jo is occasionally around, but also conspicuously not as visible as normal, although Simon deflects too many inquiries about that pretty deftly.

He seems in great spirits though, keeping conversations light and humorous, especially once he figures out about the little trick Wonderland seems to be playing on them in here. It's certainly had him getting creative in skirting around his answers a time or two, but even that only works some of the time. He's been taking it in stride, however and it's done little to dampen his apparent good humor, even if people who know him well might notice even that's a little more tense and strained than normal.

<3

[formerlydangerous]

Spike is actually quite blissfully unaware of the effects of any eatery in Wonderland as of late. It helps that the vampire usually doesn't hide anything anyway, which tends to get on people's nerves at times. He's... quite blunt. The platinum blonde has already had a drink or two before he gets chatty, which honestly is probably somewhat of a shocker. When is Spike quiet?

"Oi, mate... know much about th' bird that runs the joint?" Soooomthing about Spike's question and expression kind of gives off that there's more to it than just curiosity. He likes you, Simon. He trusts him.

[luckynumberthree]

Simon glances up from further down the bar, his eyes narrowing a hint at the question, but it's Spike, who.... hadn't immediately registered as a threat and certainly isn't one Dean Winchester, so he relaxes and wanders down closer to have a chat.

"Jo?" he supplies, lips quirking up crookedly as he leans atop the bar and looks thoughtful for a moment. "Yeah, I might know a bit about her. Why do you ask?"

[iseethings]

Rick has been sticking close to Michonne this whole time; he's met a few people he thinks he could like more if he gets to know them, but his loyalties only lie with one person right now. And with the shit going down around them, they've only got each other to rely on. At least they're prepared.

It's hard wrapping his head around the fact that different floors of this mansion have different problems, but they both move down to the first floor for the time being. Seems a few people got the idea to take it easy at the bar, and Rick decides to head there after coordinating with Michonne.

He's not really here for a drink; this is the best place to talk to other people, get a sense of what's really going on. The bartender seems somewhat at ease, at least on the surface, so Rick heads to him, leaning his forearm on the bar.

"What do you know about all this - what's happenin' right now?" That's his introduction.

[luckynumberthree]

This isn't an altogether uncommon occurrence and it's not the first time Simon's been posed that question. The bar is a visible and often busy place and more often than not he and Jo are pretty in the know of what's happening around the mansion. People talk, and he happens to be very good at listening.

When Rick slides up to the bar, Simon flicks a glance over at him and automatically starts to pour him a beer from what they've got on tap. "You mean the event?" he asks mildly, blue eyes scanning the man intently for a moment before sliding the glass over to him. "At the moment, not a whole lot. I think something might have gone a little haywire with the magic, to be honest. We normally get one or two tossed at us at a time, but more than that? Not something I've seen before. It's like something's... I don't know. Glitching, in various parts of the house. I know you wanna stay clear of the middle floors though. Four and Five at least. Nasty place at the moment. The bar's normally up there, but we relocated down here till it's usable again."

"Otherwise, from what I've heard, things are falling from the sky outside, the top of the house is now a tree and people are sprouting wings - which actually sounds sorta cool, I might have to try that one out - and as for the places that serve food and drink?" He gives a pointed look around at their location, because this last one has been a particularly... interesting one. "Well, let's just say people have had a really hard time saying anything even remotely untrue. I suppose it'd be great if we had a Pinocchio though."

Hey, they had just about half the other fairy tales wandering around, why not?

[unhand]

Killian looks a little bewildered when he goes into the bar for at least the second time that day. It's been a hard event. He needs the booze, even if it means he has to be a bit more forthright than usual.

"Ever have something you remembered clear as daylight that couldn't possibly be true?"

[luckynumberthree]

Simon glances up at the man curiously and arches an eyebrow. "Isn't it usually the other way around? I can't say that I have, although I suppose it's possible. You didn't smoke anything weird, did you?"

He recalls Jack remembering some really weird shit that one time they'd gotten a bad batch they'd snuck into the Radio Abel shack. But then again, that was Jack and not entirely unexpected.

OTA

[voiceinthedark]

Sam isn't normally a violent person. Before the apocalypse he would probably have described himself as a pacifist. But the end of the world teaches you things about yourself. One of the things that Sam had learnt was that if pushed, if people he cared about were threatened, or if certain lines were crossed, he wasn't about to hold back out of some misguided sense of squeamishness or morality that didn't apply anymore.

He had people to protect. He was damn well going to protect them. Dean had hurt Jo, had threatened him and Simon, had killed people. While Sam wasn't necessarily planning to hunt him down, he wasn't going to wait around doing nothing either.

It's an unspoken agreement that they're all sticking close to each other for now, and Sam has set himself up in the bar for the moment. Jo taught him how to draw a demon trap and he's practicing it now, drawing it over and over again on pieces of paper until he can do it flawlessly without thinking about it.

He won't let people be hurt again. He won't let himself be hurt again. Van Ark, Moonchild, or Dean Winchester. He won't just lie down and die.

[luckynumberthree]

Simon finishes up from a busy spurt and wanders over to where Sam's made himself a nest of papers, a curious expression on his face as he dries his hands off on a towel. he stops on the opposite side of the bar and peers down at the other man's scribbles with one eyebrow lifted.

"You look... busy."

[voiceinthedark]

Sam looks up at him sharply, a little jumpy right now. He's been jumpy ever since Van Ark had... well, he tries not to think about it.

"Yeah. I'm just trying to be prepared."

[actualwizard]

Billy felt like he hadn't seen Sam since their giant game of D&D. It wasn't like they were normally attached at the hip, but he usually dropped by or checked in on a regular basis. He hadn't heard from him except for briefly at his birthday party. He just felt like it wasn't like Sam. Especially with this strange event that was going on. He felt like there was just something off the last few days.

He'd come down to the bar to see if Simon knew where he was and instead found who he was looking for. "Hey." He said quietly sliding into a chair next to his friend.

[lightgunhustler]

Jo is well-aware of the fact that she's supposed to be laying low for the time being, and for the most part her efforts have been focused on demon-proofing what she can and writing up detailed instructions concerning devil's traps for relevant parties while doing so. Curing Dean is a work in progress, once she trusts Castiel and Sam to keep her in the loop for, but at the moment they're at a standstill, and even keeping herself busy with defensive measures isn't enough to stave off the feeling of restlessness that's come over her, or the fact that she hates being passive about anything.

She knows better than to wander at the moment, but she has a more specific destination in mind today, anyway. It's well within her rights as proprietress to look in on the relocated bar, she thinks, and seeing Sam upon entering, sitting there and practicing his devil's traps, makes her equal parts proud and concerned. Good that he's taking initiative and making sure he gets it right-- bad that he has to practice it at all.

"Hey," she greets him, sliding into the seat opposite him at the table he's occupying. "You'll have those memorized pretty soon. It'll be like second nature."

OPEN - 21st or 22nd, later dates with OOC permission

[goesdown]

March 21st
Simon's message about the bar moving only serves to remind Crowley that he should go there and get a drink, especially when he own room is hardly a welcoming sight right now. Strange thoughts have been popping up in his head all morning. He can't stop thinking about his sister, which is strange because it feels like it's been ages since he thought of her. It's definitely a good day to drink away those thoughts and Crowley finds himself sitting at the bar with a tumbler of Craig and nodding in acknowledgment of anyone he happens to catch the eye of.

March 22nd
Something is wrong with him and that's what brings Crowley drinking again. It's not the first time he's lost something in Wonderland, but it is the first time he's lost something from Wonderland. There's more than one hole he's found--two so far--and he can't remember how he got from point A to point B, which is especially concerning when point B involves a serious blood addiction and a desperate want of human feeling. He remembers being cured in Wonderland, but that wouldn't carry home.

Today, he sits in the same seat, but he eyes everyone with an almost wary suspicion. Is whatever's affecting him affecting anyone else?

He knocks off his first drink quickly and then nurses his second for several hours. It's one of those days.

[first_demon]

She found him in the newly moved bar, figuring he'd be somewhere with his favorite drink. Lilith placed a hand on his shoulder, looking down at him with open concern as she took a seat next to him. The events of this past week was enough to prompt her to hover over those she cared about. Sam had already been killed, that left Crowley and, given what he said about his friendship with Demon Dean, she suspected he was next.

"Darling."

22nd

[akapeanut]

So since the bar's been moved somewhere else, it's free from the weirder events, right? George doesn't mind getting the ability to fuck with the mansion, to be honest. It only seems fair. She can deal with accidentally manifesting a pineapple when she tries to order a pina colada. It's not the worst thing that's happened to her. One time, she fucking saw locusts eat an entire camp full of living! Haha...ha...

And so she's drinking. She's drinking because one of her events got called up again and they don't know why and the Cheshire Cat was sick to announce this which sounds like something is very wrong with Wonderland, maybe, and she's drinking because her head doesn't feel right and parts of it don't feel like they're hers.

She's had a few in total silence before she notices that guy-- one of the Crowley guys? God, there's so many people here who are probably not even real, who are probably fictional versions of things, including her, and that is also why she's drinking --has not touched his drink the entire time she's been here.

"You know you can ask for another one."

the 21st

[luckynumberthree]

Simon had been in the kitchen behind the bar when Crowley wandered in, so seeing him parked at the bar when he comes back out is a bit of a shock. Especially since he was one of the people Simon hadn't expected to see here today.

"Sonofabitch," he exclaims in surprise, stopping short and looking from Crowley to the door and back again. "How did you get in here? Shite, I did the symbol wrong, didn't I? Jo's going to murder me."

Which is when he realized he probably should be showing a bit more polite tact to the King of Hell, but if Crowley wasn't used to him by now, it's no one's fault but his own.

"No offense. It's not personal, mate. I'm trying to keep Dean out of here."

22nd

[voiceinthedark]

Sam is starting to suspect that something strange and Wonderlandy is going on. Just a hunch. It was the giant talking tree and spaceships that tipped him off. Weird as the zombie apocalypse was, along with Moonchild and Van Ark, they hadn't quite got to spaceships and talking trees.

He still remembers being tortured.

He still hasn't slept much.

But he thinks he's practiced the devil's traps as much as he can, and besides pacing, there's not a whole lot he can do. He's armed now, even to walk the short distance to his room. He needs a distraction.

"You've been here a lot the last couple of days," he says when he sits down opposite Crowley.

22nd

[madehervows]

All it takes to identify the rightful owner of the new memories she's been so graciously gifted is one incredibly, incredibly awkward conversation with Blake. Her own memories haven't been returned, but she can at least do the Right Thing and return his. Even if it's no doubt going to be another awkward conversation.

She's starting to miss the days when ripping someone's heart out was a viable alternative to conversation.

Regina's lost in her own head, trying to figure out where the gaps belong when Crowley comes in, so it takes some time for her to notice him. When she does, her own glass of wine goes untouched as she leaves it behind and makes her way over to him. She doesn't take the empty seat, instead standing across from him.

"I believe I have something of yours."

OTA

[therapize]

Like Simon, Cami has been picking up more time at the bar lately. It's better than just waiting around in her room for something that might happen--that Klaus in particularly is convinced will--not to mention that Jo could use the break as much as Cami could the distraction. Of course it'd be too easy to just relocate without consequences; none of them needs too long to figure out just what transformation the tea room has undergone. It's a lot more subtle than the creepy, haunted hospital, but no less potent.

Particularly with a psychology student behind the bar.

To be fair, however, Cami does her best to abide by a policy of not asking too many questions--which is easier said than done when part of her job is to also make conversation. At least she's keen enough to realize when someone's starting to get uncomfortable? Of course, as the event wears on the whole mess becomes trickier. Starting on the 21st, she might have a few new ideas about the direction of her life. After that, she'll still be at the bar, although in notably less good of a mood. Messing with memories hits a particularly sore spot with her, even if she herself has forgotten the full extent of the reason why.

[luckynumberthree]

Simon had taken a short break to go check on Jo back in the room, leaving the bar in Cami's perfectly capable hands, but still, he's not gone and leaving her alone for long all the same. he's been very carefully trying to keep an eye on everyone with a potential connection to him and Jo just to be safe, because he has no idea what else Dean might try to pull now until someone comes up with a working plan on how to fix this.

The stress of it is starting to wear on him though and there are shadows under his eyes when he wanders back in to give her a faintly-tired grin and lifts his hand in a wave.

"I'm back. How're things here?"

[oversight]

John's been spending an increasing amount of time at the bar, but it's mostly for the social aspects. He's not particularly social himself, but it seems people are a bit more interested in sharing for obvious reasons.

Later in the week, he slides up to the bar and settles in like he really needs the break. For three solid seconds, he rubs his eyes with his elbows on the bar, and then his hands drop to the bar and Blake looks down the bar at Cami. He doesn't know her beyond the times he's seen her in the bar, but John figures she must be decent if she's hanging around with Jo and Simon.

"How you doin'?" He might as well ask since he doubts she gets that question all that often, being that the person behind the bar is generally the one taking interest.

slides in here w starbucks. love me tad.

[malefice]

[ Kol had dealt with the odd truth telling effects of the tea room once before already but he hadn't linked it to the bar as well. So after a while his attitude became "fuck the tea, I need alcohol and lots of it."

He settles down at the bar in front of the bartender that was oddly becoming his favourite and fixes her with a look that basically screams he needs something alcoholic in his system yesterday. He's not aware that he's basically walked into the trap he walked into earlier, unfortunately. ]

Hello, love, still in one piece, I see. Do you have anything... not cheap in this place? I'll take that.

3/25

[actualwizard]

It took Billy some digging and some searching but he has a pretty good idea whose memories he has now. He's only spoken to Cami once if he remembers correctly, at Star Wars night. It had been a brief conversation but enough that when someone mentions her and the bar he knows who they are talking about.

It's his second trip to the bar in a week, not that that's too unusual, and he slides up to the bar and takes a seat waiting for her to come over.

[Closed to Jo]

[luckynumberthree]

For the most part, Simon's been the visible one in the bar this week, keeping Jo out of sight and safe as much as he could. Dean is still walking around being all crazy and evil and he'd rather not have another heart attack over something that could be easily avoided.

But having Jo in his living space all week has been rather nice, he has to admit. Not that she's not there a lot anyway, but it's had him thinking how he likes it this way. Prefers it, even. Which is a little surprising, to be honest, because even back at Abel he'd been pretty firm about maintaining his own space. He mulls over the idea for several days before he takes advantage of one of the afternoons Jo does insist on being at the bar. Normally he might be stubborn and stay to play bodyguard, but Cami is also working and Sam's been resolutely parked in the bar as well. His door's only a little ways down the hall - if there's an emergency, someone will let him know and he can be back in a flash.

Instead, he takes advantage of the house being especially helpful in rearranging to a whim this week. The main portion of his room he leaves the same, because it's familiar for both of them and can be easily adapted to the pair of them inhabiting it full time. The bedroom, though. That still screams bachelor pad, so that has to adapt.

He spends a lot of time thinking about what he wants. What she might like. He plays with a few ideas, discards some, follows another, until the attached bedroom to his living quarters looks completely different from how it had started out. Somewhere he thinks they both might be a little more comfortable and relaxed, if they're going to be spending so much time in there. (Which they are.)

That accomplished, he sends her a text, telling her to get her ass home, he has a surprise for her.

[lightgunhustler]

Cabin fever had hit her hard. Jo had never considered herself the type to lay low or hide when things got rough, but between how much needed to be sorted out concerning how to handle Dean and Simon's insistence on her playing it safe, it had been a little bit easier to reconcile herself to staying put and being patient, warding Simon's room against demons and instructing any friends she could get in touch with to do the same with hers. After a certain point, however, the part of her that always needed so desperately to stay active and work herself through whatever it was that had her down had snapped and she'd put her foot down about going about business as usual. Normalcy and routine were important, and she didn't want anyone thinking she was running scared after one close encounter.

She's still at the bar when she gets his text, making a face when it comes through. "Really?" she asks of no one in particular, scowling as she prepares to message him back, although it doesn't last. Staying irritated with him was damn near impossible.

You're lucky you're so pretty. I'll be there soon.

She'd been about ready to wrap up for the afternoon anyway, leaving it in Cami's more than capable hands. It takes a few minutes, but the walk between the bar and Simon's room is much shorter than it usually is. She doesn't even consider how telling it is that she doesn't even question where he means by 'home,' but she turns up a few minutes later, shutting the door behind her when she walks in.

"You rang?"