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

[circlejerked]

A wager? Considering who he's talking to, that's an interesting prospect. Or a dangerous one, depending.

Taking his mug in his hands, he answers with a smile. Despite the whole confusing memory mess, Alistair seems all right so far--not a maniacal, mage-fearing, spoiled aristocratic too good to hold a normal conversation with the likes of Anders. For that, he can't see a harmless wager doing much damage. "What sort of wager? Winner gets a hot meal and a portal back home?"

Hm, setting the bar too high?

[wriggedywrecked]

People are idiots, Fool. That's just how it is. You can lead a, a horse to water, but you can't make it drink or, or keep it from drowning itself.

[wriggedywrecked]

I'm building shitty u-umbrellas for the losers who want to go into the forest. Been trading them for, for food and booze so I don't have to dive into that goddamn sea in there.

[He jerks his thumb toward the tavern and the noise within.]

[punful]

hmm.

[He could be bluntly honest, but when is The Comedian ever bluntly honest.]

it helps to realize that...everything is a joke. one big joke. jokes are supposed to be laughed at, yeah?

[thesamurai]

Good tactic. People look straight on, that's usually fact. So going low? Great move. Also, people rarely look up. Hide up in trees, up in rafters, most people pass right by you.

[Just a little tip that he may or may not ever need in the future. One never knows when they need to be hidden. Both in this world, and their own.]

[voiceinthedark]

I'll do that. No point making more trouble than we have to.

Although since there's alcohol here it's probably easier than it would be elsewhere.

[mviw]

I won't go far! There's probably nothing to worry about anyway, but I want to be sure. It's probably just your run of the mill forest, and I'll be right back for you and your sister.

[Come on, Pine Tree. He still wants to explore with you!]

[mviw]

Hmm. [The Author of the Journals considers this. It reminds him of Native American legends crossing over into tales of haunted places in the American west. Interesting.]

Nothing about his appearance? Just that he carries a lantern, right?

[itwouldbeatragedy]

Kaneki nods emphatically. "I learned the hard way how to pace things, but I have it pretty much under control now, as long as events don't last longer than four or five days."

[fatherlesskind]

When the Handler finishes his explanation there's a long moment of silence.

"I think I get it." Slowly, piecing things together as he goes, Alistair goes on, "We call Him the Maker. The Father. And He made spirits as His first children. Before making humans." And presumably elves and dwarves and Qunari, even if they all believed in their own things. "Some of the spirits resented the living and became demons." So these angels must be spirits. That all seems simple enough.

"Virgin sacrifices are new though. I mean, why? How does that even work?" He was certain that magic of any kind wasn't affected by whether or not a person had done 'it'. And how did a dragon know if someone was a virgin? It's not like they'd be able to smell it or something.

[itwouldbeatragedy]

...I...don't know if I could ever think of the things in my life as all having been a joke.

[If they are jokes, they are terrible.]

[eatsyourscience]

Yeah. With bottles we should at least be able to cork them so there's less chance of losing any of the contents.

[fatherlesskind]

Just a little high, yes. Is he forgetting which one of them here is magic?

"I can arrange a hot meal but you're on your own with the portal business." And frankly if Anders expects a hot meal prepared by him? He'd be better off going hungry.

"How about if I win you have to.... Go around and hug every person in the room." Since he'd had such a problem with strangers grabbing him earlier it should be plenty entertaining. "And if you win-?"

[beatupgrass]

I feel like Quill woulda mentioned a place called Candy Kingdom.

[because quill is his... only conduit to Terran knowledge.]

[doods]

[ People who can't find the radness within. That's sad. So common in the world today. ]

Dude, everyone's smart about stuff. Sometimes it's video games, sometimes it's math, sometimes it's knowing exactly how long to microwave pizza bagels so they'll be cooked but won't burn your tongue... there's just a lot of stuff it can be. And I still mess up handyman stuff all the time. [ He shrugs. ] I just like doin' it.

[powerofmabel]

[THE HIGH FIVE IS COMING, and it's painful in the most amazing of ways. Like all things Mabel.] Yeah! See? That is what we should be using science for. I'd be so much more interested if it involved more lasers and sparkly things.

[punful]

yeah, that's fair. [He toys with the ketchup bottle, tilting it back and forth with one finger on the nozzle.]

a lot of jokes just aren't very funny.

[monosaccharide]

It's very likely it doesn't exist yet in this Quill's time. I'm at least a thousand years ahead of most Earth people I've met here.

[ceruleans]

Things that she is not willing to think about: what exactly the 'hard way' means.

God knew that other mutants had accidentally hurt other people when their powers manifested. She'd been lucky, more or less, that her powers had been benign in that sense.

"And people here seem pretty ... accepting. I guess you have to be, when people are coming around from all sorts of places." The irony is that later tonight, she will be mistaken for a demon and stabbed with a button.

[oversight]

[ There might not be enough alcohol as far as the Dark Knight was concerned, but given the temperament of the world around him, he didn't think it would serve him as well to seek it out. ]

Have one for me, yeah?

[ Perhaps that would solve the problem for the both of them. ]

[oversight]

The queens. Bill the Lizard, perhaps. The Cheshire Cat.

[ He frowns. ]

Alice seems so... innocent.

[oversight]

Or something.

[ But it's close enough, in reality. He'd much rather prevent trouble than have to deal with it directly. ]

It not advantageous for anyone when half of Wonderland goes wandering to its doom. I'd hate to see this place over-stuffed.

[rosswood]

Why do you care?

[Caring is a lot of work, which is why Alex doesn't bother most of the time.]

Isn't it all just, y'know, survivor of the fittest?

[circlejerked]

He blows a resigned note when Alistair proves unable to snap his fingers and provide a miracle. "I had to try. Memory manipulation is already outside of my pay grade without adding in mansions that turn into creepy, haunted shacks."

Taking a drink, he inwardly grimaces. That's not even mentioning the handsy huggers out there who apparently know more him than he knows about himself. Alistair expects him to share the love by getting handsy with more people?

"That's very funny. You know every person in the room includes you, right? If you want a hug, you just have to ask. It'd save you some trouble." The observation comes with a smile and the personal knowledge that there's no way in all of creation that he's following through on the terms of this bet. He wouldn't expect Alistair to, either, which leaves him with a clean conscience about his end of the bargain. "If I win, I'm looking forward to seeing you take the stage and singing the most bawdy tavern song you know. And you can't you don't know any, you already said you travelled with Oghren."

[coleader]

"Got it in one," she replies, bitterly humorous about the whole thing. It's easier to laugh about it now, but she'd been so angry then. So afraid and stressed and uncertain, cursing whoever decided to put her on that dropship. In a way, that was the best thing that could have happened to her. Not everyone on the Ark was so lucky as to survive.

"It's not exactly paradise, but I never thought I'd see the ground at all. There's a silver lining."

Instead of being stuck drawing Earth landscapes on the walls of her cell, she was there. Still is there, sort of — is Wonderland on Earth? It's certainly similar, at least, if they're all still alive.

With a raised eyebrow and a slight frown, she asks, "So they never taught you about space, where you're from?"