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

[rosswood]

Well, that's as good a window to fuck off as any. The Puppet has big plans to disregard the Subject's advice and slip outside for a bit, but he needs her to not be here first.

He fakes a yawn (it's nighttime, or near enough to it with the rain and the dark and the storm, right?) and casts a hopeful look toward the stairs up. Maybe one of those rooms might be free for him to plot think in peace. "I'll see you around, then. Whenever this...shitshow ends, I guess."

[fatherlesskind]

What is it with people acting like his home sounds strange? They've been kidnapped to magic mansion that is now a dingy tavern and they act like he's the weird one for expecting to see demons?

"And that's supposed to make me less worried?" A monster turning people into trees is still a monster and still doing things he'd rather not have done so he'll just be keeping his blade handy. Just because this Beast is staying outside for now is no guarantee it's going to stay there.

The Bastard looks over the stranger currently informing him that he's planning to take the bed and grins. "If you can take it you can have it." But unless this guy has some very impressive tricks up his sleeve or magic to call on, Alistair is feeling pretty confident in his ability to keep his bed. "I won't even use my sword, promise."

[wriggedywrecked]

[Rick rummages around in his box of random shit and pulls out a frying pan.]

Here. Knock your "friend" out.

[mypartnerintime]

Hooray for friends who get the hint. "Sure. See you." He might be heading for upstairs, but she'll definitely be heading for the stables, where she can watch the rain and actually find the creepy singing a little soothing. She does wish she had her phone, so she could listen to her own music, though.

With only a vague smile at him, she walks away.

[coleader]

"No, but—"

All right, she actually doesn't have an argument for that. It is cramped. She's used to this sort of thing; after all, she'd lived on rationed food while the Ark slowly ran out of supplies for nearly eighteen years. That's more than cramped. (Oh, and she gives him back his arm. Reluctantly.)

"Don't you have anyone to come with you, at least? Watch your back?"

[punful]

right, i think you mentioned that. [Or at least The Comedian remembers what The Pilgrim told him about the town with the skeletons.]

so "the pilgrim," huh? why's this place obsessed with titles?

[suicidemission]

His lips twitch up a little and he tips his head at her. Thank you for the arm, by the way.

"No. Why, you offering?"

Does she really want to come stand in the rain with him? He's not going to stop her.

[coleader]

She huffs, shooting an exasperated look at the ceiling. It's the only way she can shoot an exasperated look and not shoot it directly at him. He's too goofy to subject to one of her withering stares, too harmless.

"You could trip and break your leg," she interjects, because she's not letting that point go without an argument. Tripping is a real danger, god. Her arms cross as she pauses, in thought. A crease forms between her eyebrows and she purses her lips — that's how you know she's really focusing. Finally, she sighs, stepping in front of him.

"You're not going out there alone, at least." She reaches for the door, holding it open. With a quirked eyebrow, she says, "Go ahead."

[coleader]

"Are you going to go whether I follow or not?"

There's a stubborn streak in her that this conversation has awakened — although, let's be real, it's a light sleeper. She refuses to let someone walk out of here and get lost or attacked by some creature; she's lost enough people in the forest to know that it isn't a safe place. Nowhere is, but the forest is the devil she knows.

"At least if I'm there, you'll have an extra person to help out if something happens."

[suicidemission]

"Yeah, basically." He flashes her a grin, big enough for his dimples to flash.

"C'mon, then. The rain awaits."

mysterious cameraperson! color sans curious

[punful]

The Comedian is pretty immersed in this whole "rain" thing. It really is a lot like in Waterfall--just cold water falling from up above, except that there's no ceiling up there. Just sky. Man. How cool is that?

The problem with standing in the rain, though, is that as charming as it is, it's also a pretty wet and uncomfortable business. The Comedian has no issues with the cold, but his hoodie is getting wet and starting to cling to his bones in a weird way. He's about to head back to the stable where there's at least a roof when he notices someone nearby.

Whoever they are, they're kind of lurking. The Comedian doesn't turn toward them, just mentally acknowledges their presence. So far no one in Wonderland has tried to outright attack him or anything, which is nice, but hey, there's a first time for everything.

It's not until he hears the click of a camera that he blinks in surprise and turns around.

Oh. Huh. That's a new one.

'so...does that make you 'the photographer'?"

[suicidemission]

Well, neither am I!

[ But maybe he should make it so. ]

[rosswood]

"What, you'd rather we arm-wrestle?" So, the way he sees it, he's got three options: one is to assert his masculinity and wrassle with the musclebound fantasy hero. The second is to slink off, throw in the towel, and be done with this whole engagement. Neither option is one he finds particularly appealing.

And the third is to somehow wrangle out a compromise and split the bed, which is the kind of thing that has the Puppet wondering if the night would end with them braiding each other's hair and debating which Jonas brother is cutest.

He folds his arms. "Mm-mm. I call foul. You've clearly had practice suplexing dragons, or whatever it is you demon-slaying hero types do." What's the Puppet supposed to do back home, ask an unworldly entity to spot him while he lifts dumbbells?

[righthemisphere]

[EXXXXHALE]

Soldier.. Sol.. Soooldieroohokay I give up. Am I having a stroke? Is this a stroke thing?

The Short King

[goesdown]

This event seems fairly mundane. At least that's what's on the mind of The Short King. He's found himself in a rather flattering kilt, if he does say so himself, and he's managed to secure a comfortable seat from which he can watch the room just in case this is one of those events where half of them are vampires or everyone's about to start murdering each other. In fact, it might even be obvious that he half expects that with his watchful eye and refusal to put his back to anyone.

There could be something exciting outside the tavern, but he's much more inclined to stay inside where it's warm, enjoying a drink by the fire and suspecting just about everyone of causing his next death. There's risk for reward and there's being a moron. He'll leave going outside to the Winchesters of the world.

The longer he's in the tavern and no one seems to be stabbing each other or muttering to themselves any more than usual, the more he relaxes until he actually lets himself hum a jaunty little pop tune. Maybe this won't be so bad. Every once in a while, Wonderland does seem to send them all on a real vacation. The rain isn't a bother for that.

[rosswood]

Niiiice work, Einstein. You forge this yourself?

[He tosses the guy an exaggerated thumbs-up, in case the sarcasm wasn't enough for him.]

I was thinking more along the lines of something that's, you know, useful. Like a flashlight or something. These lanterns suck. [If he's going wandering, he'd like to do it with a clear view of his own feet, thanks.]

[suicidemission]

[ Okay no he can't help but laugh. ]

Maybe it is, Jaeger.

.. Jaaaeger. Jaeger.

[righthemisphere]

Are we both having a stroke? Is that what happens if you go outside? [DON'T PANIC RALEIGH CHILL OUT]

The Jolly Green Giant

[hugedork]

Events make him wary, not because he expects the event to be truly terrible, but because they tend to play with The Jolly Green Giant in ways that can bring out The Other Guy more easily. The weather puts him in a melancholy mood, but that might not be too noticeably different from his usual demeanor.

This event, in particular, is concerning to him because they're all crammed into a tiny space like a sardine can. It's something he's always acutely aware of, because it's hard not to be when there's a monster lurking inside of you. He does his best not to show any of this worry outwardly, but it's prone to slip through the cracks at times.

Once he's adjusted to this new, temporary reality, he starts to search the crowd for familiar faces, but whether it's to settle his own nerves or make sure that there's someone here who can handle the worst should it happen, he can't say. Hulk or not, this is more people than he's ever really comfortable with.

[suicidemission]

Iiii don't think so.

[ He works his jaw like he's going to try again, then instead just....chugs his beer. ]

[righthemisphere]

[A nod and he takes a breath, holding it for a moment before letting it out and following suit - mumbling The Soldier's title under he breath one last time just to see if he can get it out. No, he cant'.]

[suicidemission]

[ Nope. That's why Chuck's just gonna go ahead and polish that beer off.

What in the actual fuck. ]

Cheers.

If curious was color white XD

[mypartnerintime]

It takes her a moment to respond, because it's seriously hard doing this with an umbrella. Eventually she gets things under control, securing the camera with one hand and the umbrella with another. There was one moment, though, where she was afraid the camera would get wet- she's quite clumsy.

"I wish," she says, amused but at the same time really nervous because the skeleton is talking to her. Definitely a new experience. "Are you 'the skeleton'? I've never seen someone like you before." She feels like she should be really freaked out or at least way more surprised, but she's starting to get used to Wonderland. Sort of.

Not to mention the awkwardness is worth it for that photo. She hopes it comes out well- the Brownie isn't exactly a high tech camera and she's no expert at it. Not to mention it's dark outside. But this is surely one for her journal.

[righthemisphere]

[Grunt.]

Was it worth the hassle to get outside?

THE AUTHOR OF THE JOURNALS | ota

[mviw]

[The Author of the Journals has hardly been in Wonderland for long--not even a month--and the whole time he's anticipated his first 'event.'

Being stuck in a crowded tavern comes with its own problems for a paranoid introverted scientist, the least of which was him missing a chance at studying the possibilities of this Beast the Curious Girl had talked about. He'd expected something different than... this.

Wait.

What?

The Author of the Journals is not his name, and the Curious Girl also has a name! An actual name, not some cheesy title.

And these aren't his normal clothes. They're close, but... Why can't he recall his own name?!

He has to find the others and talk to them. See if they're alright, if they're experiencing this strange phenomenon. The possibility of his mind being tampered with sets the Author of the Journals on edge. He practically jumps when a teenaged boy dressed like a gnome addresses everyone from the tavern's stage...

-

Throughout the first part of the event, the Author of the Journals will be writing in a journal and trying to avoid the thick of the crowd. If that's the 'name' he was stuck with, it's better than "Six-Fingered Freak" so he'll count his blessings as he thinks of them.

His intention is to leave the tavern, however, and look for the Beast outside, despite the Pilgrim's warning.]