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[ en ] tranceway . m . o . d . s. ([personal profile] vitaelamorte) wrote in [community profile] entrancelogs2016-01-14 09:24 pm

Tavern Mingle (INSIDE) | OPEN

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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[personal profile] fatherlesskind 2016-03-04 11:24 am (UTC)(link)
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.
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[personal profile] soulonoscopy 2016-03-07 03:59 am (UTC)(link)
"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.
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[personal profile] fatherlesskind 2016-03-09 11:00 am (UTC)(link)
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.