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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.

(Lost? Perhaps you're looking for the outside log or the event information.)

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Cool chick with a Tommy Gun and the stink-eye? Talk about first-wave feminist power! Definitely getting a picture of that. The Subject tries to be discreet about it, but there's no real hiding if she wants a full-on shot. She lines up her subject in the frame (which takes her a while- silly old camera) before the clacking of a camera shutter opening and closing can be heard.

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.

"Oh, uhh." Is there any chance at all that this woman is just offering random help, and is not accusing the Subject? Sure. Pretend she didn't see you. Like that'd work, she thinks.

"Just... taking pictures," she finishes lamely. But she knows this person, right? She thinks they met on the network. "You're the Agent right?" The name came out weird, but hopefully the woman would understand. "I'm the Subject." Oh god, did she really just say that out loud? Awkward!

The Agent raises an eyebrow. Just taking pictures, was she?

And then the girl keeps talking, and both of the Agent's eyebrows go up. The Agent. The Subject.

What had been done to this girl for her to earn the name The Subject?

The thought of that, and the thought of the other subject she had known (he isn't here anymore, and Sharon hadn't treated him well when he'd been here), cause her to soften. Not enough to let the girl out into the woods, but enough.

"Were you taking a picture of me? Why?"

The Subject becomes even more unnerved when she sees the changes in the woman's expression. Especially when she doesn't seem to show any recognition at all about the network conversation. Maybe it was someone else?

"...It's my hobby. And you look cool." She tries to say it casually, like it's just a conversation, but it comes out more like she's answering a question at school and she has no idea what the question even meant.

"I've been taking pictures all over," she adds, to imply that the Agent wasn't her only... well, subject.

"There's not much else to do in here..." Okay, she adds that one just because she's nervous.

God, stop talking already! she thinks, and then says, "Sorry."

The Agent has never been told that she looks cool before, and she glances down at herself as if to gauge what could possibly say "cool" instead of "bitch." She spots the tommy gun in her hands and grins to herself in understanding Yeah. The tommy gun is pretty cool.

She thinks for a moment more, keeping her eyes down so she doesn't bore into the Subject with her eyes. Something about this conversation is familiar...

When she looks up again, she smiles softly. "We've talked before, haven't we? You were the girl on the network." The girl she had texted with who had apologized when she didn't have to. The diction matched up, as did the girl's tone. The tone has been... perhaps enthusiastic, perhaps nervous. Perhaps both. But she was almost certain it was the same girl.

"And yeah, there isn't much to do. Maybe we should get some sort of game going." She pauses as a thought occurs to her.

"Do you think you could take a picture of everyone here and give me a copy back home?"

Gangster chicks are cool in general. The Subject finally finds it in her to smile. "Yeah. The Dawn of the Dead one." Her impression of the Agent matches up too: kind of serious, but helpful. At least they finally get to meet in person, though the Subject can't say her actual name at the moment.

She doubts a game would get far. Too much competition might make things a little bit too rowdy, and there are people with guns and swords walking around. That would make for a weird kind of tavern brawl. She doesn't comment though, as she thinks about the Agent's request.

"Everyone?" She doesn't have enough film for that right now, and this thing is a pain to load. It's not quite easy to access the closets now, too, as most rooms are full. "I could try. I don't even know if the film will stay after the event... and I'm not sure how to develop it."

Okay, it's true that she's not sure. But either way, she's not going to step into a darkroom. No way. "Maybe we could find some sort of science guru to do it?"

The Agent presses her lips together and surveys the room as she thinks. It's a struggle not to ask the girl why Wonderland has dubbed her the Subject, but there are other matters at hand that take precedence.

"A couple group thoughts will do for now," she says at last. "Try to get as many people as possible. Do you know-" She stumbles as she tries to say the names, but they won't come out right. She frowns. "I know some scientists. You might have met them. One is-" She nearly says their names, but again, her lips refuse to form the right shapes for the correct sounds. She grunts in frustration.

"We'll work on it. Do you have a camera back in the mansion?"

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?"

James Bond stuff.

James Bond stuff.

No. Okay. It's okay. She's heard it before. She's been an agent for a while and training to be one for longer than that, and the James Bond movies irritate her. It doesn't matter how good of an agent Bond is- he'd be fired for having done almost everything he did. Hell, her boss is Nick Fury, - or was, at least - and even he chose when to do stupid shit very, very carefully.

And yet those damn films are the closest idea most people have to legitimate spy work.

Given how much the Agent has been trying to dig up intel on her fellow residents, that might be for the best.

"I don't jump around in a bikini," she grouses. "I'm an agent in my own right, thanks." And she'd punch James Bond in the nose for even trying to make a move on her.

"But yes, it's for... James Bond stuff." She feels dirty just saying it, but if that's what the Subject needs to hear. Maybe one day she'll sit the Subject down and explain about real spy work and how James Bond is The Worst. So bad that his name here would actually be Worst Comma The. But that day isn't today unless things get reeeeeeeeeally slow.

Ugh. Bond.

The Subject can tell that she might have said something wrong. To be fair, she meant the phrase 'James Bond stuff' the same way she'd say 'mosh pits are cool.' It's not so much a serious statement as it is just a funky way to say something and keep the conversation lighthearted. But she doesn't really mean that spies are anything like Bond (James Bond) - they're probably way more serious and careful. There's probably a ton of boring paperwork too.

And if anything she's impressed to meet an actual spy. The Bond girl thing was a compliment as well. Too late, the Subject realizes that it might not sound that way.

Also, she still doesn't know if she's being recruited into this sort of thing, and how to feel about it in general. She shifts her feet, unsure and also a little embarrassed about the Bond comparison. "Well then, uhh. I dunno... To be honest, it's a little weird." Photography has always been an artistic outlet to her, and definitely not something inherently practical. Turning it into something for spying feels a little... like surveillance. She's had bad experiences with that. Now that she's had a bit more time to think about it, it feels kinda dirty. It's cool that the Agent is a spy, but... it's not really the Subject's cup of tea.

Edited 2016-01-30 00:22 (UTC)

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...

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.

Edited 2016-01-31 03:19 (UTC)

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Feel free to ignore this if Sharon really would!

Heck no! Here we go!

God that scary icon though

She has so many scary ones! I'm glad she got to use one! :D

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