Tavern Mingle (INSIDE) | OPEN

[vitaelamorte]

Who: EVERYONE
Where: The Dark Lantern Tavern!
When: 1/15/16 -1/18/16 - The duration of the event!
Rating: Probably PG-13, will vary by thread.
Summary: Let's go to this creepy tavern and ask for some directions! A log for staying nice and dry inside.
The Story:




For the duration of the event, the mansion has become a dingy tavern. It has two floors, the bottom being the main tavern and the upper floor has six bedrooms with one bed and one magic closet in each room for everyone to fight over, unless they don't mind sleeping on the floor or in the tavern somewhere. With the amount of people in Wonderland, everyone is cramped together and it will be very crowded. The closets will work, however they will only provide clothing and items from time periods long gone (though they do not seem to be bound to any particular time period). There are no employees to be found in the Tavern, but there's a working kitchen with a wood fire stove and enough food and drink for everyone to last the entire event comfortably. There's even a stage with musical instruments to entertain yourselves with! There's no electricity, but plenty of candles and lanterns around.

For the entire length of the event, it will be dark outside. In addition to the never-ending night, it will pour for four days straight, and it will all seem rather ominous once it becomes apparent the sun isn't coming out. Pretty much all signs will suggest that everyone should stay in the tavern and eat, drink, and be merry with their stupid new names. But it really is tight quarters, and some might be curious to see what else is out there. Maybe there's another place to stay out there, or something. Maybe the Beast Alice spoke of is out there.

(Lost? Perhaps you're looking for the outside log or the event information.)

Comments

[doods]

[ High-fiving a skeleton sure is weird and probably disturbing to anyone who thinks deeply about it. The Handyman would like to avoid that pitfall in his own future. ]

It works on so many different levels. And you gotta have skills to get on that level with it, dude. The humerus thing can basically only work for talking skeletons, so you've got like. A gift. [ In the Handyman's case, of course, the jokes could all be ten times shittier and he'd still think they were hilarious. But still. ]

[doods]

[ Oh those wily adventurous twins and their sneaky teenage plans.

As per usual, the Shooting Star is really speaking his language right now: casual, amiable, and heavily slanted towards the brighter side of an overall awkward, abnormal situation. This is simply their way, and it's something the Handyman can always appreciate.

A person never knows what they're in for when she's around, but in some of the raddest possible ways. Ways that are also occasionally painful to the eyes. Worth it, though. ]

Haha, I know, right? Once you get used to the total lack of personal space or privacy, it's pretty okay! [ There is no sarcasm to be found in this place. ] If anyone wanted to bond with some total strangers this week, this is the place to be. And there's totally still ways to take it up a notch.

[a_chipped_cup]

[She nodded. It wouldn't be long before the cold rain soaked through her, but for now, she was okay.]

Have you just been waiting out here?

[There was a level of concern in her for him.]

[punful]

He ponders the question for a second. "pretty boring. kinda claustrophobic. time goes by pretty slow and not much changes. there's a lot of us, though. monsters, that is."

He walks with her to the stables, pulling up his hood. Not that it helps much.

"heh, that's the thing, isn't it? what's neat to me is probably old hat to you. and what's boring to me might be neat to you."

[punful]

heh yeah. i wonder if anyone got duplicate titles. or like...'the other xyz.' heh, that's gotta be embarrassing.

[punful]

heh, i don't know about very. but thanks.

[punful]

[He already loves this guy.]

could probably also work for doctors. though audiences tend to be a bit fractured on doctor jokes.

[wriggedywrecked]

...You literally had s-s-something that provides a light source, crystals and fuses and you d-didn't lead with that?

F-Fuck just, just use the night vision feature, holy shit, dude.

[wriggedywrecked]

Haha, yeah? What loser shit you end up with?

[wriggedywrecked]

Yeah, but have you seen all the assholes in there, Fool? There are so many assholes, Fool. A-A-And none of them have showered. It smells like a goddamn comic book convention in there, but like, like th-the old ones, like before they figured out how to run a proper goddamn convention, instead of just, just a bunch of thirty-something motherfuckers sweating on first editions of Spiderman vs Fuckman and c-c-complaining about "it's just not wh-AAHHHRRRPP-at it used to be," it s-smells like that, Fool. It smells like disgusting people and f-failure.

[wriggedywrecked]

You literally could not look dumber, though.

15/1

[fatherlesskind]

The Bastard has reached the point where he's resigned to both his title and to being stuck in this tavern, crammed together with everyone else. It's a lot like being back in a tavern in Ferelden except he can't use his name, leaving isn't exactly an option and he doesn't have to pay. So there's upsides and downsides. Mostly downsides though.

Carrying a plate and tankard he thumps down across from an older man sitting by the window, smiling brightly before stuffing a a hunk of bread in his mouth. His usual clothing choices haven't changed with the change in scenery, a rough-spun tunic and breeches of the type that he'd ordinarily wear under his plate armour and a long-sword hanging at his side. He's rather glad to still have the latter after getting a look outside too. Something about the woods set him on-edge and the thought of being unarmed anywhere near them is not a pleasant one.

Washing down the bread with a pull from his tankard, he gestures at his companion before speaking, "Should I ask what to call you or do you want to both make up new names? Because I've been trying to come up with one to use and it's a lot harder than you'd think. There's just nothing else I like quite so much as the one I can't say."

[madehervows]

[Regina laughs at that, an honest sound as opposed to the derisive laughter she normally does when dressed like this.]

It's more comfortable than it looks. One of the first things I did after becoming queen was make sure I could actually breathe.

[Even before murdering Leopold because she knows her priorities.]

The Kid? [There's a brief moment of confusion before she remembers a conversation they had a while back. No names - not that it would help right now, anyway - but she remembers enough to understand the significance.] You're not the only person from your world here anymore?

[She doesn't want to say 'you're not alone anymore' for obvious reasons.]

[rosswood]

It's old.

[He scowls. Does he look like a computer genius? Sure, he likes to think he's smart enough to get by (HAAA) but he's not some nerd.]

I don't know how it works, man.

[soulonoscopy]

The first thing that the Handler notices about the Bastard is that he seems to be one of the few people not incredibly uncomfortable in the costumes that this event's closets seem hell-bent on putting people into. That's enough to cause a raised eyebrow, but he also seems less uncomfortable with the crowded tavern than he'd expect someone from the 'modern' age to be. It turned out, the advent of cell phones had also created the unforeseen side effect of teenagers and adults alike getting pretty comfortable in a large 'space bubble'.

At least the man has the sense to arm himself. He raises an eyebrow at the Bastard's comment, though, letting out a mild snort.

"Since I don't fancy waitin' around until the new moon, you can call me the Handler. Never did care much about names, myself - s'more about actions, if you ask me."

[naughty_nurse]

Y-You're the funniest person I know.

[... she doesn't really get a lot of humor, so, well.]

[naughty_nurse]

[Oh no, is her presence so pitiful she's attracting random strangers? Fidget fidget fidget.]

Um... I'm the Nurse, I guess... I-It's very nice to meet you! I... I sincerely hope we get along!

[thesamurai]

[Now that the business portion is out of the way, she leans back against the wall.]

So. What kind of game? What do you want to play? I spy?

[She smirks just a little, relaxing some with him right where she can see him.]

[thesamurai]

[It shouldn’t matter that she made Regina laugh like that, but it does. There’s been a real lack of things to laugh about, it seems like. Michonne knows what that’s like. But at Regina’s question, she nods slowly, eyes flicking out to the crowd where she points him out. He’s clearly a little too pale to be hers by blood, but that’s something they both know, too.]

Showed up about a week and a half ago. He doesn’t know how bad it is, yet.

[She realizes then that Regina probably doesn’t know either, because she left too.]

I went home. I think you did too, right after me. We never had the chance to talk. Everything...better now? [You know, like that Dark One affliction.]

[goesdown]

Crowley knows Gold, not well, but they've spoken and he can't be assed to keep track of who remembers what anymore outside of his closest kin. He smiles his friendly, professional smile--the one he saves for people he doesn't trust but also doesn't disregard. In Wonderland, it really doesn't do to assume that anyone is without their uses or their merits and Crowley's learned to navigate it as such.

"Driving us slowly mad might be on the table, as well. Wonderland seems to enjoy that sort of thing."

[goesdown]

Crowley's only registered so much of the coming and going in Wonderland these last few months. He remembers working with Belle a while back and offers her a little smile, gesturing to the space next to him.

"I'm never one to say no to pleasant company."

Being a rather social creature, he rarely says no to any company if he really thinks about it, though it does help that with the exception of people like Lucifer, most of Wonderland's inhabitants have been neutral or even likable.

"Haven't seen anything too strange yet, have you?"

[hugedork]

Most of the time, Bruce finds Tony's treatment of the Hulk almost comforting. It makes him feel more normal, even if he's never quite at ease with himself. That's a lot of why he's always found Tony so disarming. It's hard not to trust one of the few people who really trusts him. At least, that's how he's come to interpret Tony's approach.

His brow furrows at the slip, awkward and a little stung, but he lets it go.

"I guess I can indulge you, Mechanic."

As soon as the word is out, surprise crosses his face. He'd only meant to say Tony's name.

[narcissistictendencies]

"Ooookay... This is weird, right?" He was going to go out on a limb here and say there was something fishier going on besides the odd love-in with the confused get-ups. He brushed the thought aside and steered Bruce towards the kitchen. Less occupied.

"Any thoughts on this new little predicament? You've been here longer than I have. We might wanna get through this one before I'm forced to cook. It's not pretty." He gives the stove a pointed glance. "And Mechanic, huh?"

[hugedork]

Bruce moves to the kitchen without resistance. It is nice to be around fewer people, even if he knows that they're nearby.

"Mechanic, I don't--" He groans. "I don't know. Sometimes these things are really dangerous and sometimes they're just annoying. It's hard to tell which it is until something goes wrong."

[narcissistictendencies]

"Don't sweat it. Mechanic's not the worst thing I could be called. I went by the Merchant of Death for a while back home, remember?" Tony half smirks, finding it somewhat amusing at least on his part. Not so much the Jolly Green bit for Bruce's sake.

"So, we just sit around and hope this one isn't going to blow up in our faces? That the worst that will happen is we might be forced to endure one of my omelettes?"