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

[beatupgrass]

[Rocket clambers up onto the bar, covered from head to toe with alcohol and shakes himself off with as much dignity as he can muster, while he picks broken glass out of his fur.]

Well, ain't you a contrary broad. Royalty. [he scoffs derisively.]

[beatupgrass]

No! ...I don't think.

[Well, now he's not even sure anymore. TIME TO DRINK.] Well, here's to the existential crisis that's gonna give me now.

[beatupgrass]

Out in the freakin' rain? [Rocket shudders, though that's an involuntary reaction to excessive amounts of water, rather than any concern. it makes his joints stiff just thinking of it.] Sounds comfy, endin' an event starvin' and soaked through. Thanks, Wonderland. [he glowers in the general direction of the ceiling.]

[mourning_ghost]

If the rain lets up. [Otherwise he'd probably run into the trees due to the lack of light.]

[singloversing]

[That makes his cheeks go a little red, to be totally honest, and his immediate reaction is to look anywhere but at her.]

I-I mean, it's-- it's not anything special or whatever. B-But I'm sure yours isn't bad, probably?

[charlastan]

[It's so nice to have someone around who will actually listen when the Charlatan says something. Sure, he's not always telling the truth but sometimes he is!]

Of course I do! I've been around the block and I know a thing or two about this place. Compared to the usual crud it puts us through, this is nothin'.

[It's the Charlatan's weird way of attempting to be reassuring. They can't stop these events, but at least the Handyman's not getting turned into a zombie (again) or being forced to see the worst in everyone, or whatever else Wonderland has in store. Things could be a lot worse.

And of course that's where the Handyman's priorities lie. The Charlatan can't help rolling his eyes.]

Yeah, yeah. With any luck they'll all be out of our personal space soon. It should only be this crowded if I'm sellin' something and people are buyin' it.

[nokidstuff]

[He nods, liking the sound of him meeting the other kid on his own time. Maybe even when everyone isn't introducing themselves with names like The Kid.]

Yeah, I think I'll do that. Meeting him when it's not so crowded.

[And nods again because you bet they're still playing. Carl scans the whole room for a whole minute, seeing a person wearing red heels (he thinks it's clever choosing something more to the ground than straight ahead!), but looking over it once or twice before saying anything.]

I spy, um... something red.

[krmvgivv]

[The Pine Tree shrugs unrepentantly.] I'm a curious guy. Best way to learn things is to explore them.

[krmvgivv]

Yeah, but not knowing someone does mean not wanting to, say, go onto the roof alone with them.

[The Pine Tree has never been particularly trusting. His time in Gravity Falls has only made those tendencies worse.]

[agentxthirteen]

She rolls her eyes. She is already so tired of trying to explain this to people, and the flattery is doing nothing to win her over. She doesn't like flattery. Flattery means people want something, and they're willing to pretend to be nice to get it. "I'm not trying to hold you against your will. I'm trying to keep people aside. It's only a matter of time before more people try to get out, people with no training and with more curiosity than intelligence. So what do you think will happen when people see you outside? They'll feel that they should be allowed to go outside, too, right? And after that, it's not going to take long for someone to decide to traipse into the woods. Likely several someones."

She nods to the rest of the room. "Look around. See anyone stupid enough to try it? Now. Which of them do you want to die? Because that's what waits for them out there."

"So please. For the love of Christ just take a seat at a table, get shit-faced, and have a pleasant evening."

Whoa. Slow down, Sharon. Being upset is one thing, but if there's one thing she's learned about guys, it's that far too many of them takes orders as challenges. And if he's such a guy, she's just made things worse. Damn it.

She takes a deep breath. "Look. I don't like being the bad cop. I just want to keep people alive, okay? So help me and stay inside."

[agentxthirteen]

The Agent's shoulders deflate. She had to admit, she'd been hoping the Subject might be willing to help her, but she had been too enthusiastic. Not everyone is as excited by spy work as she was as a child.

She forces herself to merely give a solemn nod. "No, that's fine. I got carried away." Because who wouldn't want to invade the privacy of everyone they know?

Except... that wasn't right. It would be taking pictures in public areas. The Agent would never condone sneaking into someone's bedroom or something like that. But everyone has their limits, and it looks like she's found the Subject's limits.

"But thank you anyway."

It had at least given her the idea. Take pictures of residents to keep better records of them than grainy video footage. And maybe see who wasn't included during some of the events to see if there was a pattern.

After all, it wasn't impossible that one of the residents was helping the people keeping them in Wonderland, right? Or maybe they were one of the people keeping them here. Hmmm...

[fatherlesskind]

He frowns, still more than a little confused by how any of that could possibly work. The very idea of ships that have a limited air supply but still carry enough for people to be born and grow up on there - it's baffling and more than a little difficult to swallow. All the same Alistair finds himself leaning in as Clarke talks, caught up in what she's saying.

"Oh yes. Really stupid." Generally of the risking life and limb variety of stupid. Although that happened even when it wasn't about what was right so maybe it didn't count.

He glances over at her curiously. "What did you do?" She wouldn't have asked the question if she hadn't done exactly that herself. He can guess it was it might have had something to do with her group getting stranded away from their ship. And given she'd just said the ship wasn't as foolproof as they thought something must have happened to it. He's not sure what happened if there was a problem on a ship floating in the sky where there's no air outside but it couldn't be good.

[monosaccharide]

[She rolls her eyes. That was entertaining, at least.]

This place probably is just an illusion anyway. There's no way a place could really change its entire landscape that quickly.

[beatupgrass]

You must be new. [there is just no dignified way to get dried of without being a complete animal about it, so resisting the urge to lick himself- BECAUSE HE'S COVERED IN BOOZE AND IT'S SUCH A WASTE- he grabs a bar rag and rubs it over his head.] 'Cause Wonderland changes its landscape that quick all the d'ast time.

[mypartnerintime]

"God, I know. So crowded," she says, smiling. It's nice to meet a chill 'monster' with good taste. She tucks the camera under an arm while opening up her umbrella. "Don't skull-k here by yourself for too long, okay?"

[mypartnerintime]

The Subject is still pretty undecided. It would feel too much like sneaking around. But there's maybe a good compromise, and she's willing to suggest it, if only because the Agent seems cool and the Subject doesn't want to disappoint her. "Maybe I could ask people? After the event I can start taking some portraits. I'll just tell them we're keeping track of everyone in Wonderland." It sounds a little silly to her as she says it out loud. But it's definitely a middle ground she's willing to meet the Agent on, and she does owe the older woman for having helped her out when she first arrived in Wonderland. And since there's no secrets involved (after all, this is just to keep track of people, right?) then it's a win-win.

She wonders if using analog film would be good enough for something like that. Probably the Agent wound want something digital. Sigh. Time to catch up with the times, Max. She could set up a digital camera for the portraits, and still use her old Polaroid for her personal pictures. Seems fair.

[monosaccharide]

Not that new. But I know appearances can be deceiving. A good hologram could be solid enough to trick even the strongest minds.

[coleader]

“Uh,” she replies, a bit dumbfounded. “It’s fine. Really.” She holds the sketch out for her to take, eyebrows furrowed, hoping to avoid another outburst. “It’s yours.”

[coleader]

The Princess smiles diplomatically. She may not be much with a sword, but she's clever and fast, and if nothing else, another moving target for any monsters that may be lurking nearby.

"How are you planning on doing your research?" she asks, holding the door open. Her company is a real princess, after all, and seems to appreciate being treated like one. "Is there anything you'll need?"

[mviw]

[The only thing keeping him from really laughing is that Dipper's enthusiasm reminds him of Stan, when they were kids. He pauses at "angry bird friend" though, and tilts his head.]

Was that the person who posted a message on the network about no longer being a bird? I knew I should have sent a message to her. How can you just not be a bird?

I'm absolutely sure you can help, but we don't know what's out there for certain. Exploring Gravity Falls is something I've done for years and I know the dangers there... but not here in Wonderland.

[mviw]

[The Author of the Journals would be unhappy to know that something he's done reminds some poor kid of a triangle with a nasty penchant for chaos. Still, he'll hear this kid out. It's kind of funny how awkward he is--endearing, even. Reminds the Author of the Journals of himself as a teenager; chatting away to cover up nerves.]

You won't just ask someone... Why not? [The question hangs in the air between them as if to answer itself.] If you want to be sure about a theory, you have to test it. In the absence of willingly leaving this dimension and returning to remember what happened yourself, you could ask several people who'd gone home, come back, and remembered it. I'm sure they wouldn't think it was that weird if you just explained...

[Okay, a little weird.]

Y'know kid, you're kind of cynical. I like that. You should use that to your advantage and question things a little more.

[singloversing]

Maybe...I mean, I guess it's good to be the master of my own destiny, but it'd be nice to know what that destiny is supposed to be?

[His purpose is apparently to be a traveler on a sacred journey, but he'd love to know exactly where he's supposed to go.]

[singloversing]

[The Author of the Journals is right, of course. It's an easily proven theory, but the fact that it's so easily proven makes him feel ridiculous for presenting it at all. It leaves him certain that he doesn't have to ask anyone at all. It's probably something really obvious that everyone already knows and no one has to ask and anyone would just stare at him and look at him like he's some weirdo if he tried.

He can't seem to make words happen though. He feels frozen in place and he's been quiet too long, but..."Why not?" What can he say to that?

In the end, he doesn't say much of anything, and just kind of shrugs helplessly.] I...I-I don't, um--

[The Pilgrim trails off, but he's legitimately surprised when the Author of the Journals says he likes his cynicism. It's a weird sort of compliment, but it still means something.]

...You really do sound like your nephew. He's always saying I should too-- um, question things more, I mean.

[Except it tends to feel a little more like an insult coming from the Pine Tree. And when it isn't out of frustration, it's concern about his, err...unusual life circumstances.]

[punful]

"heh." He salutes and gives her a parting wink.

"i'd say i wouldn't, but that might be a bit of a fibula."

[punful]

well, that's the point, yeah? if you're the master of your own destiny, you get to pick what destiny that is.

trust me, destiny and fate and all that--it might sound cool, but it sucks. all it means is that you don't get to choose.

but, hey. they're just silly titles, after all.