entrancelogs | Tavern Mingle (INSIDE)

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.

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Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

"They do say the Maker moves in mysterious ways. Sometimes I think it's more like He enjoys having a laugh at our expense." Or was testing them. He'd always been terrible at tests.

Alistair snorts in amusement at the Handler's observation. The increased appetite wasn't as huge a disadvantage as it could be, given under normal circumstances Wardens were kept well-supplied, but like most changes a Warden underwent it wasn't something they talked about much. "Mm, we keep that one as a surprise. Most of our recruitment spiels are all about how you get fresh cream delivered every day and all the prettiest girls throwing themselves at you. And cute little bunny rabbits!"

Because jobs like theirs come with so many perks.

"If you believe the guys running Upstairss where I'm from, he hasn't shown his head in a few millenia. Even the angels have more or less given up hope that He's going to show up, since he didn't even try to stop the last few apocalyptic events." Bobby shrugs his shoulders. It's still kind of tense, talking about Heaven --but the angels couldn't and didn't want to, as far as he understood it, really want to mess with the whole 'personal heavens for humans' gig, and that was fine with him.

"So maybe you've got an absentee father in more than one way." Okay, he said he wasn't going to bring it up, but that was just too perfect a setup to ignore. The other comments have him clearing his throat with a laugh.

"Right, 72 virgins and the whole deal, right? All you have to do is sacrifice your life for the cause." He does want to clarify something, though. "Guessin' it's like being a hunter. No thanks from nobody, and usually more trouble than it's worth."

Alistair frowns, considering what he's just heard, and shrugs. "According to the Chantry the Maker turned his back on us a long time ago. So that doesn't surprise me." And whether or not He will ever return is for the Chantry to worry about. It doesn't much effect his day-to-day life. Except in the way the Handler points out.

He snorts with amusement and grins at the other man. "Hey, at least it's not just me." Does that make everyone a bastard? No? Oh well. It would make this sort of thing where names are apparently taboo awkward if they were.

"Um... sure. All of that." Especially the sacrificing your life in the end. "Pretty much. The order used to be well respected but that was centuries ago. Now a lot of people don't believe the Wardens are necessary. We still have certain rights but we have to be careful how often we use them or people get... touchy. Same for your lot?"

Well, at least this Chantry place seemed to have a little more sense when it came to figuring out when they'd been abandoned.

"People still pray to God like he's going to listen. I guess that's riled a lot of 'em up, not getting any of their prayers answered." He's still not sure what to think. Heaven exists, angels exist...who was to say God didn't still exist somewhere, eternally eavesdropping on his little creatures?

He nods at Alistair's last question, though, and leans his head back. "Lord, yes. Think it's got something to do with people not wanting to admit that there are actually things that go bump in the night that they should be afraid of. Getting supplies seemed like it was always getting harder and harder, even in the not-so-legal sorts of ways." Credit card fraud was kind of a given in their line of work.

And yet the Chantry still tells people to pray to the Maker despite Him having turned away from them. Not that Alistair considers praying to be a waste. He believed that the Maker must still care for His children and listens but if he was answering prayers it had to be more like... giving people the strength to face their problems themselves than striking sinners down with lightning. Or so he hoped.

"You should try getting supplies when there's a price on your head." Luckily they'd managed but there had been a few interesting moments there. "But at least we don't have that problem here." Plenty of other problems, but getting supplies wasn't one of them. Speaking of. Alistair lifts up his plate. "I think it's time for a supply run now. You want anything?" Or to escape back to the solitude he might have been enjoying before Alistair decided to introduce himself.

"Trust me, I have. Suppose it's easier to disappear under a new name for a while when there's more of a population, but a lot of things make communication faster than I'm guessing it might be in your time." At least, as far as the non-magical means of communication went. He supposed if the Bastard had mages, they might like to communicate.

"And -- nah, I'll be just fine." He does in fact want to keep to himself for a bit, though. The whole atmosphere of the place is a little stuffy even for someone used to dive bars.

Faster communication like the magic boxes they have here? If that sort of thing were commonplace it would make avoiding notice difficult. Even if being able to talk to people who aren't around is the sort of thing he could really get used to, it's definitely a good thing it doesn't exist in Ferelden.

"Suit yourself. I'll see you later then." Given how long it takes to move through the sea of people jammed in with them and get anything from the kitchen, he's not counting on there still being space here if he tries to come back. With a nod and a smile, Alistair turns and begins to shove his way towards the kitchen.

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