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

[doods]

[ Oh those wily adventurous twins and their sneaky teenage plans.

As per usual, the Shooting Star is really speaking his language right now: casual, amiable, and heavily slanted towards the brighter side of an overall awkward, abnormal situation. This is simply their way, and it's something the Handyman can always appreciate.

A person never knows what they're in for when she's around, but in some of the raddest possible ways. Ways that are also occasionally painful to the eyes. Worth it, though. ]

Haha, I know, right? Once you get used to the total lack of personal space or privacy, it's pretty okay! [ There is no sarcasm to be found in this place. ] If anyone wanted to bond with some total strangers this week, this is the place to be. And there's totally still ways to take it up a notch.

[powerofmabel]

[she feels bad for the attack glitter, but at least it was the most beautiful temporary blindness he'll ever have.]

You mean like old-timey dance parties? [she leans on her pillow, trying to be conspiratorial but failing miserably. she's too darn giddy.] I bet we could whip this crowd into a frenzy.

[and probably tear the tavern down.] It just seems wrong to have this many people crammed together and no mosh pit.

[doods]

You took the words right outta my mouth, dude. [ He points at her with a pillow. In situations of the utmost gravity, this is why she is the hambone. ]

Why waste an opportunity? The people who mosh together stay together. Sometimes in the hospital, sometimes for breakfast. Like, who knows? Anything is possible when you party right.

[powerofmabel]

[this is happening when she and dipper get back from their trek through the woods. she can't let this pass her by (hahaha... ha).]

Exactly! There's so many Wonderfriends I don't have yet. So many people I've never seen shake their groove thing, 'cause they're too wound up all the time. Maybe even the Pilgrim would finally loosen up if he got a black eye from some heavy raving.

[in these moments, it's clear mabel has never been in a real mosh pit save for that time at Woodstick or a rave, but even if she had, she'd still think all these things need to be combined for both efficiency and more fun.]

[doods]

[ Bless. ]

I dunno. He seems like the kinda guy who's a tough nut to crack. But a sick party's a great place for anyone to start. And we've got the best party-planner this side of Wonderland right here! [ GET OVER HERE FOR THE HIGH FIVE, PARTY HERO. ] Who knows? Maybe someone can rig up some crazy science and make us a few lasers!

[ good luck with burning down, tavern. ]

[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.

[doods]

[ There's literally no better way to describe her. His hand is gonna be sore tomorrow. But it'll be so worth it. ]

For real, dawg. 'cause I'm pretty sure science is what gave us disco balls. They just gotta pull it back to the fundamentals. And when's a better time to do it than the eighteen-hundred-whatevers?

[powerofmabel]

[she nods sagely.] All world conflicts could solved by dance-offs if we had our way. President Trembley would be so proud.

[why doesn't Blendin let her meddle in time more??? she'd be GREAT at it.]

[doods]

Whoever that is, I'm sure he would be. [ Unless he already knows about that President in which case edits can be made. It won't change the main point. ]

Did anyone ever tell you you're a straight-up visionary?

[powerofmabel]

[he is a myth, a man, a legend. and probably not something mabel has ever discussed with him, sadly. soos and stan might worry that they were almost shipped off to washington dc because of government conspiracy that one time........]

Only you, Soos. Only you. [she lays a hand on his arm.] It's one of many reasons why I respect you so much. That and your emergency bologna.

[doods]

[ Maybe a little. Talk about hard to explain to someone's parents. ]

Aw, thanks, dude! [ His family is the best family, honestly. There is a general lack of suspicion in his next statement, and an abundance of what may be wonder. ] I didn't even know you knew about my emergency lunchmeat!