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]

"I guess." When she puts it like that, maybe it's a misguided theory. People are armed here, and in the case that doesn't do anything, they're more likely than not to be heroic types who'll serve well enough as cannon fodder, dramatic brave sacrifices and all that jazz. The Puppet's trains of thought are nothing if not efficient.

Right, fair enough. He shrugs, changing tack. "Just, uh, watch yourself, I guess. You're like one of the two cool people here. I don't want you getting turned into a tree or whatever the hell."

[mypartnerintime]

Oh, did he just call her cool? She smiles at the compliment. "No way, I'm sure some people here are way cooler. But you watch out, too. Don't end up as the world's best photogra-fern." Yes, she just said that.

But her expression becomes serious, too. "Seriously. Don't be a hero or anything." There seems to be enough hero types around as it is. And the Puppet is like... one of three actual friends she has here.

[rosswood]

He makes a sound halfway between a snort and a groan. Puns, man. Gotta love 'em. But seriously, almost everyone else here is just kind of a dick, even if it makes the Puppet more of a dick for riling them up in the first place.

"Nah, I'm not a hero. I'm more of a witty sidekick-type, I think. Those always make it out alive."

Or the formerly loyal friend who ends up backstabbing everyone else for the sake of self-preservation. Or the well-intentioned arsonist. Or -

And that train of thought is going straight into the trash.

[mypartnerintime]

No. No they don't. She doesn't have anything to say to that. She looks down quickly, pretending to fiddle with her camera. In any case, the Subject is definitely not a hero, too.

She really fortunately can't read his mind. Not that she'd want to right now. Slowly, she winds up the Brownie, letting the whir of the camera stand in for conversation, trying to think something to say. She realizes that her sudden mood shift might be too strange, but nothing comes to mind, so she just nods vaguely.

Hopefully the conversation is done. She just wants to head outside for a while.

[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."

[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.