entrancelogs | Open Bar Post for the duration of the event

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.

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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."

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."

Simon narrows his eyes at Sam a little, speculative and worried. "As long as you stay out of his way, you should be fine. You've got no connection to Dean, right?"

Sam stops what he's doing and looks up at Simon. His eyes are a little bloodshot, like he hasn't been sleeping right. "Simon, I look identical to someone Dean knows pretty well," he says. "And I'm friends with Jo who he wants to hurt. And I'm- friends with you who he also has it in for because you're with Jo." He ducks his head and drags a hand across his face.

"We've talked a couple of times. Including a little before I got your message about Jo."

Simon tenses, his face fixed into a fierce frown as he leans forward on the bar, hands propped on the surface as he leans in close to Sam.

"Did he hurt you?"

"I'm fine, Simon," Sam says, leaning back as Simon leans in close, his shoulders hunching. "He just freaked me out okay?"

"He freaked all of us out, he's really fucking talented at that right now," Simon answered, his voice tense as he leans close again. "What happened?"

He shakes his head. "He cornered me when I spotted him. Pretty fucking obvious something was wrong. He threatened me. Us. Everyone. He said he'd come after you. And then I kicked him in the balls."

"You... You what?" Simon's not sure whether to be pissed or to start laughing. Goddammit, Sam Yao.

"I know he's planning on coming after me. He's been trying to send people in here after me, too. Tried to get one of the vampires to come in after me, but he turned him down. Gave me a heads up about it, though."

....

"Did you seriously kick him in the balls?"

Sam gave him a stubborn look. "Yes. He said he'd give me one free hit, taking the piss of me, so I kicked him in the balls."

Because punching him in the face had obviously been what he'd intended, to prove how little power Sam had. Not that kicking him in the balls had done much to help but it had at least be satisfying.

"He's insane. Everyone connected to us is probably in danger too. Dunno how far he'll take it, but he's crazy."

"Picked up on that, did you?" Simon drawled, his tone wry and a holding a hint more sharpness than ever shows up there. "I've been warning who I could, although you should probably lay low for a few days too until the other Hunters get this resolved. I've been very assured that they're 'handling it'."

The quotation marks he sketches in the air don't really lend much credence to his faith in that reassurance.

"Yeah, somehow being covered in blood, carrying a blood covered hammer and talking about killing people doesn't scream sanity." He paused thoughtfully for a moment. "Except at home where that is a totally understandable position to find yourself in." He paused again, sighed. "Although to be fair I maintain that none of us came out sane from the apocalypse so..."

He was sure that he had had a point in there somewhere.

"Right, they've handled it so well this far," Sam said, sarcasm thick in his voice. "I think we should get those spray tanks like we used for the anti-zom spray and fill them with holy water. Or get napalm."

Simon snaps his fingers, his expression lighting up. "Brilliant. I'll run that past Jo. Wait. What does napalm do against demons?"

He hasn't heard that one before, but granted, he's still pretty new to this Hunter business.

Sam shrugs. "I don't know. But I can't imagine that being set on fire that you can't easily put out is going to help him any."

It might at least surprise him enough for whoever is using it to get away.

"Just as long as you don't bring the rest of the house down with it," Simon points out. That probably wasn't safe to use indoors like Holy Water super-soakers were.

"Hey! I am a professional! I have yet to set anything on fire in a destructive way." Honest. He left that to other people Yang Pulse and Kytan he is looking at you.

"No one's ever let you around napalm before, either," Simon points out in wry amusement, finding it a valid argument, considering.

"They let me around guns and I still manage to hit my intended targets more often than you do."

"That's not exactly a challenging achievement, Sammy," Simon points out dryly, giving him an unimpressed look.

He's pretty sure by this point even the zoms have heard about what a terrible shot he is.

"That's because you never bother practising. You just wave it around like that will do anything useful." But he's seen and heard about Simon having learnt to be a decent shot. It's just a matter of practice.

"Waving things around is usually more useful for me. I'm proficient with a bat, remember?" Simon points out dryly. "It's also a lot quieter."

"Sometimes quick and efficient is more useful than quiet," Sam says. "Rather than smashing a zombie's head to pulp."

"But way less satisfying," Simon points out with a scoff and a shake of his head.

"Oh yeah, you would say that. All style over substance."

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