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

[luckynumberthree]

Whelp. That's one Simon's not heard before.

He stops what he's doing with an abrupt blink and turns a bewildered look on the pirate.

"Say what?"

[unhand]

"It's... the event, I think." Nothing else makes sense, after all. Certainly there are spells that could give him the ability, but he can't think of why he'd want that. "Apparently I'm not the only one affected."

[luckynumberthree]

"Well, you're sure as hell the first one to wander in here thinking you've managed that particular miracle," Simon countered, looking both horrified and scandalized. "That's... You... You remember the whole thing?"

[unhand]

"Not... conception." If that's what Simon's asking, though Killian looks embarrassed to even bring it up. "And not the pregnancy that followed. But aye, I recall birthing that child." He takes another swig of rum. "And I remember when that child was killed by the undead as well."

[luckynumberthree]

Simon blinks and straightens up, looking even more surprised now. "Wait, backup, you have memories of having a kid and zombies? Is that... do you even have zombies wherever you come from?"

[unhand]

“Probably.” Killian shrugs a shoulder, glancing up at Simon with a raised eyebrow. “There’s not much that hasn’t attacked us at some point or another.”

[luckynumberthree]

"Mate, you come from a really strange place." And Simon saying that to anyone is a bit much, he knows, but there it is. "Alright, but did you have a kid back where you came from and forgot or is this something weirder?"

Because magic, man. That shit's fucked up.

[unhand]

"I... I have no bloody clue." He shakes his head. "Not sure the manor would make me remember something. It's usually more interested in the opposite effect. But he can't just... not exist."

Can he?

[luckynumberthree]

"Maybe?" Simon's hardly an expert on what Wonderland can or can't do. Or magic in general, for that matter. He lifts a hand, scratches absently at his neck a moment as his face scrunches up in thought. "I mean I've heard of some strange things getting pretty jumbled around here. Maybe the memory isn't yours? If it's zombies and babies, there's only two women I know here who've potentially experienced both. Although I'm not sure Maxine's ever had a kid. She's never mentioned it, if she has."

[unhand]

"I suppose that would make more sense than the alternative." The memories feel like his, but they also feel like they can't possibly be his. Why would he remember having a child? He is a man. "Maxine? And who's the other?"

[luckynumberthree]

"Woman named Michonne. Carries a sword. She's kinda hard to miss," Simon answers, cocking his head to the side. "Not sure where she stays or who she hangs with, I only bumped into her the once so far, and that was outside. She'd probably answer on the network if you asked for her, though."

Probably. it's always hard to guess what level of paranoia any of them exist at on any given day.

[unhand]

"Suppose I'll have to search for her." He downs the rest of his beverage and stands up. He doesn't want to use the network for this, would rather not attract more attention than he has already. But if she's so easy to find, he'll hopefully be able to track her down. "Thanks for the help, mate."

[luckynumberthree]

"Any time," Simon answers back, tipping his head in a nod. "You might check with Sam or Maxine, they might know where she stays? Us zombie folks tend to check up on each other like that, I've just been slacking on the job."

It's not a lot of advice, but maybe at least it's somewhere for Hook to start. He lifts his fingers and gives the man a playful salute in farewell, lips quirking into a bemused smirk. "Good luck finding your baby-mama."

[unhand]

Wow, that is so funny. So funny. You'll notice how much Killian is laughing in the glare he shoots over his shoulder as he leaves. But it is helpful advice. Some that will hopefully offer him his first solid lead on where those memories crawling about his mind belong. He can take a bad joke if it fixes his head.