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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.

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The Subject is honestly reluctant to take all the photos, because it feels like spying and she just wants to take fun pictures. Still, it's nice to know that her photos might be useful for... what exactly is she looking for? the Subject thinks. At least she won't have to develop them herself.

She kind of shuffles and is indecisive. "Sure. My Polaroid," she says.

Hey wait. The Agent. Hmm. Slowly the Subject starts to realize that spying is exactly what's being asked for. She thinks, anyway. "Is this for... James Bond stuff?" Contrary to her earlier concern, once she realizes what's going on she seems to perk up a bit, or at least she seems more interested. Is this Agent person with the CIA or something? Wouldn't that be cool? "You're not like a Bond girl are you?"

[With the Pilgrim's indignation comes a smile from the Author of the Journals. SHOOTING STAR WASN'T KIDDING.

The Author of the Journals laughs.]

Hah! Yes, I am. It's nice to meet you, Pilgrim. Even if you are wearing a Halloween costume after what I'm told was Christmas. [And now he's just giving Wirt a hard time. The Author of the Journals really IS a Pines.]

[The Author of the Journals shrugs, grinning a little.]

It's alright. Not everyone has a taste for going into the pouring rain and unknown darkness. I can understand that. [Everyone has things they'd rather not do, ever, in a million years.]

I think I should go first. It'll be safer if I know what's ahead of us before I bring anyone along. Maybe I'll run into a skeleton cult and they'll make me their prisoner! Who knows? [He's still grinning and obviously excited for this. If he's picking up on Dipper holding back, he makes no indication.]

[Having that pointed out to him so bluntly just makes him flush with embarrassment as he backpedals. The Author of the Journals says it's nice to meet him, but he mostly feels like he's being made fun of.]

W-Well, it was Halloween in my world, before I got here? And it's completely reasonable to keep wearing it! Wonderland sends people home randomly all the time, a-and I doubt it would let us keep the magic closet clothes if it was kicking us out, so what happens if you're not wearing what you turned up in, hm? Everyone says you go back exactly where you were with no memory of Wonderland, so you'd probably like, wind up suddenly naked in the middle of whatever you were doing at home with no idea how you lost your clothes! That's...I-I don't really want to take that risk, thanks.

[Oh, Pilgrim, he doesn't mean it like that. Mostly. He does listen to the Pilgrim's explanation patiently though, more interested as he goes on.

After considering that theory, the Author of the Journals laughs--not in malice or unkind amusement.]

So you're wearing that all the time? 24/7? Look, kid... I don't know how Wonderland works, but... I do know interdimensional travel. It's an interesting theory, but I think your logic may be flawed. You see, if people return to their world unable to remember anything, as some people here have, then we can conclude that a spacetime anomaly has occurred where the subject traveling between dimensions has been reverted to the state in which they originally left--as if no time had passed at all.

Of course, you could always just ask someone who's left and come back if they kept their clothes. The scientific method really does work. Interesting theories are just theories until they can be proven.

[The Loyal Friend's entire face lights up, but for different reasons and in a different hue.]

Oh, Merlin.

[He rolls his eyes and begins to change as well, doing his best to keep pace so The Lover isn't starkers for too long. Which of course makes it feel like a race. And probably draws more attention than calmly undressing would.

But eventually he's handing his robes off to The Lover in exchange for some of his own. In all, it probably takes less than two minutes, but the breeze makes it feel like an eternity. He's actually thankful for the quiet dignity the velvet might potentially offer. Possibly. Maybe.]

Are you happy now?

I'm not going to get myself killed! You can judge me all you want but you can keep it to yourself. It has everything to do with this because I know what I'm doing out of that entire mess. [That's his point, and he only realizes too late that bringing it up that way was hurtful. A bit of a dick move.]

Listen, Stanley, I don't know anything about this world and I'm gonna fix that starting-- I started a week ago! And I'm going to explore tonight.

[He's too angry to care if it was a dick move or not, though, but he does add:]

I'll be back soon and I will be careful.

"It can't be helped--robes suit my figure better," he returns, shrugging in helplessness. "But this is the first time in recent memory anyone's been compelled to give me a squeeze like a life-sized teddy bear while I've been in them." The ability to channel destructive energies with their minds keeps people from seeing mages harmless and huggable, generally speaking.

"First you with the intimations, and now this--soon I'll have to start beating people off with a staff."

He puts on a smirk, though it doesn't last. Pouting about his encounter would only give Alistair ammo, and Anders is on steadier footing when he can put a teasing spin on a situation. In truth, his run-in with Hawke isn't much of a laughing matter. He's not sure just what it is, other than an uncomfortable incident that casts the possibility of time not yet lived and people who are similar but not the same in a stark new light. What it could mean would change everything he'd thought he'd known about this place... which hadn't been all that much to begin with.

"Remembering different things is freaky, no doubt about that, but there could still be a reasonable explanation for it..." Maybe. If they squint. "But you don't think believing that two Hero of Fereldens are alive out there is a tad greedy? One was a miracle. Killing an archdemon inside a year is something the bards'll be singing about for years more to come. But two? It feels like stretching my luck to me. How sure are we this feminine embodiment of heroism isn't just a distant cousin?"

_{[Augh, a sad face. Why is he getting a sad face? He imagines the man's look is close to one a bear would make if he swatted a fresh fish out of its paw and told it it could only eat vegetarian from here on out.]}

Huh, that's a regrettable name. Not as catchy or as official-sounding as mine. But on the positive side, refugees get to do a spot of travelling, see the sights...

_{[A title implying refugee status doesn't ring a single bell, but Kirkwall... Some of his annoyance starts to fade as he realizes this isn't just any average mansion-goer, this is someone from Thedas. From Karl's neck of the woods.]}

You're from Kirkwall?

_{[The rest is background noise. Kirkwall is the one thing that means anything to him.]}

If she feels like a child reciting history he feels like the slow pupil struggling with his lessons while his teachers sigh in exasperation. It's a lot to take in - people on the moons, ships in the sky, a war that destroyed the world. It sounds like some fantastical tale from one of those Tethras books he always saw people reading back home but Clarke talks about it like it's as real as anything.

"These ships fly up near the moons? And people hid on them so the war didn't kill them?" He feels even more dim-witted, repeating things back to her but it's such a strange tale and he wants to be sure he understands her correctly, even if he's not sure he really believes it.

"That's why you can't have too many people on the ships? There's not enough room?" That made a little more sense now. Even the biggest ships he'd seen sailing from Denerim were too small to hold the population of all but the smallest of townships. Living your life in such cramped conditions to start with would be hard, no wonder they wouldn't want people having too many children.

"Wow. That is just weird." And not just the name. "I don't think I've ever heard of anything like that before." The closest he'd ever come to something like that were the more powerful demons that could take on the forms and abilities of lesser demons but even that wasn't on the same level.

He's silent for several minutes, trying to picture what a creature like that would look like as he polishes off half the contents of his plate with all the gusto and table-manners of a man who hasn't eaten for days.

No wonder this guy wants to know all the gritty details about the darkspawn, if he spends his life hunting down creatures like that which can rip you to pieces and eat you. Or worse.

"Darkspawn taint is spread through contact. They corrupt the land just with their presence while people mostly tend to get the taint from their blood." Something that is difficult to avoid when fighting them. Even the longest pole-axe can only do so much to keep them away in the middle of a skirmish. Hence the ghoul problem that follows them. "As for the ghouls, they will eat people. I've never asked how... fresh they like their meat though." He shudders, pushing aside the bit of lamb on his plate in favour of another hunk of cheese.

"I don't think the darkspawn are going to show up in your home or anything though. They're sort of... restricted in where they go."

Are you just using "science" to try and get me to do what you want? [The Pine Tree rolls his eyes. Grown-ups are always so manipulative. Especially when they're convinced they know what's best for you.]

I'm not stupid. If I go out, it'll be with back-up and after making a plan. And with people who I know and trust. No offense, guy whose name I can't even learn until this event is over.

But no one's stopping you from going. If you think it's such a great idea, you should do it.

I could help, Great Uncle Author of the Journals! [Dipper looks up at him earnestly.] I probably know more about this place than anyone besides the Pilgrim and his angry bird friend. [Who isn't a bird anymore but Dipper is still pretty happy to avoid. Even her red hair can't make up for that personality.]

Fine, fine. I get it. Don't worry, Grunkle Charlatan. You won't see me leaving the room. [Because he's going to do it while Grunkle Charlatan is looking away.]

That's true...

[He does the opposite though, leaning forward to rest his face on his hands.]

She said it'll probably make more people want to go out, but...that's dumb, right? I-I'm pretty sure that's dumb. Though, she said she and her brother are probably going...

[After the Pine Tree's weird reaction, the Pilgrim's taken great care not to say his title. He's mostly just voicing all of his worries as they come to mind, because he can't stop himself from fretting about this event. It's his, so anything that happens during it is obviously his fault.]

He nods quickly, shifting in his seat. It never gets easier or less awkward to talk about what he is, and he still hasn't really shaken the fear of what comes along with self-disclosure or discovery at home.

"Pretty much everyone has been really...kind about it. At home--" He shakes his head. No need to get into that--she can probably imagine anyway. "Well, it's not like that, at home."

Raising one hand, he rubs at the back of his neck, glancing at the food she's making, then looking at her again.

"If I eat regularly, especially when I know an event is coming, then when it arrives, I can go for awhile without food. We don't eat as much as humans, or we don't have to, anyway."

"Somehow I don't think that's really going to be a problem." Unless this stranger was to Anders what Cousland was to not-him-Alistair. And it was awkward enough the first time he asked anything like that so Anders could just beat people off on his own.

"Maybe because I spoke to her?" He rolls his eyes. Like he just heard the name Cousland and figured it was some weird double of the Warden he knew? "She knows things that no one else could. Unless Aedan gave her his life history since joining the Wardens - and I've met the man. He wouldn't unless there was something in it for him. So she must have been there. With me. Or- someone like me who knows her."

Alistair looks away, scratching at the tabletop as he recalls the image of the Warden and his 'twin'. "And the magic here showed me- I saw... her with the rest of us. From the Blight. At camp, just like normal and- Look, just believe me when I say I know, alright?"

Because that is the far more unsettling part of all this in his opinion. The two different Couslands were, well, different. Different people with little in common besides a family name. But he'd seen that memory of the Warden here, with a man who looked exactly like him and sounded like him and said and did things he'd never said and done and it's unnerving. He wonders if that might not be a little bit like what it's like to get possessed. Seeing someone with your face doing things with your body... It doesn't even matter that it was nothing untoward, it was still strange to see and he's not going to think about it.

"I need a drink." This conversation was much better when Anders was complaining about people being overly friendly.

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[Regina laughs again, because it sounds so absurd, even when they're in a dimly lit tavern, calling each other by fitting titles instead of their names.]

Don't tell anybody my secret. [She smiles, and a few months ago she would have scowled, reacted badly, but... things are looking up. Kind up.] But I think it's just something you pick up when you're what's considered a fairy tale character.

[Michonne wonders if this is what it's like when she cracks a smile or laughs. Something so rare it's pleasantly surprising when it happens, and this is the second time she's made Regina laugh.]

Well, maybe that's what I need then. Just a little time in your world picking up the good advice. Learn something to take back to the group.

[There's a small smile there, then, knowing Rick would call all that hope bullshit. She'd had a hard enough time getting him to stay in Alexandria, and even then he'd lost his fucking mind.]

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[Eyebrow raise. Okay there buddy calm down.]

Jesus, you, you're pretty great about being clear about shit, aren't you? I bet they call you the, the Clear As Mud Guy.

[He really just wants this guy out of his life right now, but he knows this sort of "bother you until you give in" personality.]

God, okay, get me a sandwich and something alcoholic and I'll have a light source for your goddamn camera. You don't have epilepsy, right?

He must be a terrible influence on your, your other mystery nerd. [Shit, and if the old dude is off chasing the Beast, that probably means that dumb kid is out there too. Well damn. Yikes.]

Cheating people out of money with shit taxidermy, ha, that's o-old school right there.

[Like those crazy bastards of old who did weird shit to animal bodies to make mermaids and other bullshit.]

[And who can deny the utility and aesthetics of a good garbage fire?]

A-Anyway, try not to turn into a tree out there. That's a really o-overly specific way to kill someone, this Beast has some weirdass fetishes.

...Aren't you a raccoon? Or like, uh, an alien raccoon?

[The Rickiest Rick didn't really want to ask since he didn't really care. Talking raccoon, sure, whatever, it's not even in the top 100 list of weird shit he's seen.]

[The Rickiest Rick belches loudly.] Well, I'm out of booze and no one's buying umbrellas a-and chess is literally one degree less boring than staring at a goddamn wall, so sure, whatever.

[He sits down.]

you can just turn into a dog? wow. or are you a dog that can turn into a human? with dogs i'd believe just about anything.

[Especially the Annoying Dog. Who knows what's up with that guy?]

it's basically just magic. monster food is pretty much just energy, anyway. so far the closets are pretty good at giving me monster food. if it was regular human food, it would...go right through me.

Man, this picture is going to be multiple levels of weird and awesome.

"my first ever selfie." He chuckles. "you think you can send me a copy when this event is over?"

Papyrus will be impressed that Sans actually went through with it, if nothing else.

"i've only ever used digital ones. getting intact film is kinda an issue where i'm from. digital is just easier. still, film always looks cooler."

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