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

[goesdown]

"Well, I'm happy to help you and Simon. I'm not happy to help a hunter with a grudge against me. It's a one-way ticket to a holy water bath."

Taking a sip of his drink, he glances at Sam again. "I would tell you to just stay out of his way, to be honest. Fighting him is only going to draw his attention to you."

[voiceinthedark]

"I won't tell her and if she does find out I'll make sure she doesn't come after you. It's my choice after all. I'll... I'll owe you one." As long as Crowley didn't come near Jo, that shouldn't be a problem, right? Why hunt someone down if they'd helped with a little bit of information?

He sighs heavily at that. It would be the sensible thing wouldn't it? "It might be a bit late for that. He already threatened me, threatened to skin me to get to Simon, and also I kneed him in the balls."

[goesdown]

"You have no sense of self-preservation, you know that?" He levels Sam with the most judging of looks.

"What do you want me to do?" Crowley will at least consider it, because he does like the idea of being owed a favor.

[voiceinthedark]

"And yet, I'm still alive," Sam said dryly. "I must be doing something right."

Now there's a question. He's not expecting Crowley to go out there and kill Dean himself. "I just need to know how to stop him. Assuming that's even possible. I'm guessing any kind of normal weapon isn't going to do it."

[goesdown]

"Your best bet is to demonproof your room. I can show you the sigils." Sam could have gotten them anywhere, anyway, so that gives Crowley plausible deniability. He'd prefer Sam stay safe, as he's one of the people here Crowley actually sort of likes.

"When you're out and about, there's not much you can do other than carry holy water and run faster than he does."

[voiceinthedark]

"Personally I was thinking napalm and... I bet I could fill a spray tank with holy water. Better than a little bottle of the stuff." A splash in the face might hurt briefly, but being doused in it so it stuck to Dean's clothing might prove more of a deterrent. "I wonder if if you could get a priest to bless napalm." That would be pretty awesome in his opinion, and exactly the kind of weapon that they needed.

[goesdown]

Crowley pauses for a moment, incredibly glad that Sam seems to like him, because all of that sounds incredibly painful.

"I don't know if the napalm would work or not, but where would you find a priest in Wonderland?" He downs the rest of his drink. "Sprayer's not a bad plan, though. Or one of those giant water guns."

[voiceinthedark]

"...fair point. You'd think there'd be at least one, what with the angels and stuff hanging around." It isn't as though he'd spent a lot of time at home thinking up creative ways to make Moonchild or Van Ark pay for what they'd done. "Shame we probably couldn't get a fire engine full of it. Fire engine hoses even take down the undead." That much pressure behind the water would be pretty impressive.

[goesdown]

"Who says we can't? Use more imagination with the closets." Crowley gives him an indulgent smile. "If I come up with anything else, I'll let you know."

[voiceinthedark]

"Hadn't thought about it that way, although I'm not really enough of a mechanic to actually build one." And then there's the matter of fuel and where they'd actually drive it. "Thanks. And take care of yourself too.|