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Tavern Mingle (INSIDE) | OPEN

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.)

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[ The Thief knows that this title isn't her real name, and she kind of hates that she can't remember what her real one is. Especially since her title is such a dead giveaway and is going to make any thieving very difficult. It should be easy, with everyone so crowded together inside this tiny little tavern, but the title is certainly going to get in the way... Of the people who know her, that is...

She can't deny her curiosity about this supposed "beast" outside. For a long while, she considers going outside to check it out, her curiosity always wanting to get the better of her, but something (or rather, someone) puts a stop to that.

Throughout the event, The Thief can be found all around the tavern, occasionally slouching around in a seat with her chin in her hand, peoplewatching. At these times, she's likely to have a glass of milk with her, maybe a snack, and not seem to be paying to much attention to anything going on around her--although her attention is very rapt, so don't be surprised if you don't actually startle her upon approach.

Another one of her activities throughout the few days they're all crammed together like this she can be found in the middle of is, well, living up to her title. She'll be poking around the room casually, trying to carefully pick-pocket people. It's a talent she's relatively good at, but that doesn't mean she can't be caught in the middle of it--all depends on how close attention a person is paying to what's going on around them. ]

"...I'm not trying to go into the forest," he grunts, tugging at his arm, give that back he needs it.

"Just -- y'know. Need space. They don't seem to have that in here."

[ He's managed to cram himself right up against the edge of the building, under the tiny little bit of overhang. At the very least, he's managing to keep mostly out of the downpour.

Doesn't mean he isn't drenched, though.

The Soldier is alone, a little cold but not terribly bothered by it, and looking entirely unapproachable.

To everyone except The Jaeger, apparently. ]

Could say that.

[ He does give Raleigh the courtesy of looking up at least, peering up between his lashes, just barely catching a glimpse of Raleigh from under the brim of his hat. ]

Nice suit. [ Mm beer though. That's good. He'll take that. ]

Cracking open an eye he glares at the other man who doesn't seem content to just let him nap in peace. The Bastard heaves a sigh and sits up, counting off on his fingers as he replies.

"The barkeep, another person here, a monster from the creepy forest could break in. A dragon could fly down and set the building on fire. Demons could come bursting in from the Fade." Maybe some of those aren't likely but they're all possible. And more than one happened to him before he wound up in Crazy-land. In his home with actual rules about what could and couldn't possibly happen which don't seem to apply here.

"So, yes. I think it is necessary. It makes me feel better." And if this guy has a problem with him being armed he can just take himself elsewhere.

Give him the stink eye all you want, The Soldier is going outside to brood.

"Excuse me."

[ This is his first event since arriving in Wonderland, and The Viking is...admittedly, finding himself rather confused by the whole thing. For a long while at first, he stares around the tavern, looking just the tiniest bit lost. He's not sure what to do here, and he's confused by these titles, and the loss of his name. The literal loss of it because he can't remember it.

For the next few days, he can be seen occasionally pacing in a less crowded area of the tavern, his pegleg thunking on the wooden floor in a way his real foot doesn't. This is him thinking. Trying to figure out what this event means, trying to figure out what the beast outside could be (because his mind only goes one place with that), and occasionally, just trying to figure out how to pass the time in such a crowded, tiny space.

Other times, he might be found with scraps of paper he's scrounged up, along with a pencil, scratching away. Sometimes it's writing in an ancient rune text, sometimes its little sketches or blueprints, and oftentimes, it's a little of both. When he's working on these, he's focused to the point that the rest of the world (or tavern) don't seem to exist to him, so don't be surprised if you startle him on approach.

Toward the final night, The Viking can be found at the door to the tavern, staring at it in deep thought. He's considering going out. He's concerned that the beast might just be a dragon that needs some kind of help, even if he's got the idea that Wonderland wouldn't do that kind of thing. He can't help it, it's like his instinct to assume these things. He doesn't ever make any move closer to the door, but he certainly does seem to be considering going out there. ]

You're one to talk, Newsie. [He's so overwhelmed right now it's all numb, which gives way to feint amusement as he too lines his back against the tavern wall to keep out of the rain.

He lets silence fall between them for a moment, taking an interest in just how to drink his stein and keep rain water from getting in it. Tuns out not ragingly successful.]

I couldn't breathe in there..

Aaaugh, fuck off.

[ He sips the beer he's been handed, wrapping his fingers around the stein. ]

...Yeah. Me either. Felt -- stuffy, y'know?

The fact that he immediately goes on the defensive rather than offensive throws her — she usually doesn't expect appeasement over argument. He's right, too. It is stuffy. It almost makes her want to concede, but only almost.

"Best case scenario, you trip in the dark and there's no one there to help you. Worst case scenario, there's something dangerous out there." She isn't overbearing or angry sounding, but there is a little bit of bossiness evident in her tone. It comes from a good place, though. "Is that really worth it just to get a little fresh air?"

Yeah, I know. [Another beat, seems they have this in common and the longer The Jaeger is awake the less and less he has any kind of patience for this kind of shit.]

What do you think is out there? [Nodding towards the darkness in front of them.] That kid, The Pilgrim said there was a Beast.]

The Agent's eyes flick over toward him. Up, down, up again. Her mess presses into a hard line.

"You're excused."

Her eyes flick away, and she doesn't move from her post.

After a moment, her eyes slide toward him again. "You're excused over there," she clarifies, moving her gun ever so slightly. Both a threat and a move to indicate the rest of the room.

"That depends," the Agent replies, her voice calm. She continues to survey the rest of the room, but make no mistake, she's still keeping an eye on him, as well.

"Did you come over so you can try to get out the door? Because if so, then yes. This look is for you."

She turns a softer version of her death-with-an-extra-size-helping-of-murder-on-the-side glare on him. "There's a Beast out there. People inside are staying inside."

Yeah no, he's not going away.

"Gonna shoot me for needing air?" Because he aint got time for that, man.

[ Yeah The Soldier is running out of patience. It's a lesson in such every time he wants to go out the goddamn door. At least two people have appointed themselves as guards and it's bloody annoying. ]

Dunno. Don't particularly wanna find out. [ He's had enough of beasts. Of monsters. Of kaiju. ]

The Agent watches the crowd. She knows that, logically, she'll have to rest at some point in time, and she's curious which people realize that and are planning to leave when she's no longer at her post, and which ones don't and are considering rushing her.

She notices one of the younger residents creeping around, but she doesn't get the impression that the girl is a threat.

She goes back to watching the other residents.

And then hears the shutter go off.

Her eyes quickly find the girl, and the Agent raises an eyebrow. "Can I help you?"

Had the girl just taken her picture? Why would somebody take her picture? The girl's too young to be a spy, that's for certain. But then, the Black Widow program did train assassins from the time they were children. Yet she still doesn't think this girl is an agent of some sort. For starters, the Agent had noticed her.

"Trip? Really? Do I look like I'm going to be in trouble just because I tripped?" Amusement is winning over defensiveness, the suggestion sounding absurd enough he just can't take it seriously. As for there potentially being something out there, that's a more reasonable concern. No matter how cramped and unpleasant as it is inside there's still something about the woods that make him think it's a bad idea to spend too long out there. Plus it's raining and he's not in the mood for tramping around in the wet and cold.

"Look, I'll just stay by the door. If there is something out there it's not coming in here so I'll be fine if I stay close." Hopefully. And if not, better that he's the one who attracts the attention of whatever could be out there than someone who might not be able to defend themselves.

"You can even watch me through the window and make sure I behave myself, OK?" Now he's just teasing her but what was she expecting?

"Not to death," she answers calmly.

"Bathroom's that way. You need air, you find a corner or hug a wall. I get that things are crowded, but it's dangerous out there. You probably think you can handle it, and that's great. But I'm not so sure, and I'm trying to keep everyone here safe. You go out there and draw the Beast's attention, that means the Beast is more likely to pay attention to everybody in here."

She studies him for several seconds. Confident, muscular. Maybe he can actually hold his own in a fight. But she's met too many people who were confident and muscular who couldn't hold their own to be fooled.

"So you're going to have to get air somewhere else in the tavern."

"I don't care. With all due respect, it isn't your choice whether or not I go outside."

Confident, muscular, straightbacked. Military for sure.

"I'm not going into the woods, if it'll make you feel better." He's got no desire to do that. "There's no 'air' anywhere in this goddamn tavern. You know that as well as I do."

The Subject is outside as well because she wants to get away from the crowd. Unlike the Comedian, she's had enough standing in the rain for her lifetime, thank you very much. Most of the time she's indoors, but once in a while it all gets to be too much, and she needs a breather.

So she's standing out there, her Brownie camera tucked underneath her arm, an umbrella in one hand, when she sees the walking skeleton in the rain. Wonderland is so full of surprises. The Subject knows a great photo opportunity when she sees one though, so she fumbles around with her items until the umbrella is tucked against a shoulder, and she can hold up the camera with both hands.

Hold that pose... she thinks. There's the clacking of a shutter opening and closing as she takes the shot: plus one to crazy photos taken in Wonderland.

[So has he. But he supposes a little peace and quiet is too much to ask.]

Me either, Soldier.

[Wwwwwaaaaait a second--]

Soldier. Sol....what the fuck.

[ Seriously god forbid. ]

...New nickname? [ la la la he hasn't figured this out yet. ]

She flashes him something too feral to be a grin. "Tough."

She nods to the rest of the rest of the tavern. "I'm sure there's a comfortable spot under one of the tables. Go knock yourself out."

"The fuck kind of world do you come from." It's mostly rhetorical, though it sounds like some real kind of Dungeons and Dragons shitshow. And what the fuck is a Fade.

"You didn't hear that kid downstairs? There's just one Beast, uno, and it waits in the trees to turn people into...trees, or something. I dunno. I stopped listening after a while." The Puppet's not wholly inclined to back out just yet, however. "And unless you're pregnant or elderly, I'm calling dibs on that bed."

Though Alex would be the type of person to kick a harmless old lady off the bed, let's be real.

No I.. [He furrows his brow] I can't get your name out.

"Do we really need to do all this? Cause you can just let me out and we'll avoid all that."

Because yeah, he's going to muscle his way by. You cannot keep him in here he's literally going to have a panic attack and he's not doing that in front of people.

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do u mind if raleigh intervenes? :>