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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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[The Pilgrim should have known this was coming. As soon as the Curious Girl mentioned the Beast, he should have known immediately that this event would be his. But no, instead he ignored it and tried to pretend it couldn't possibly be his. Plenty of worlds have beasts, probably. That didn't mean the beast she talked about was the Beast! He figured he was just being paranoid or something and shrugged it off. He didn't say anything to anyone.

Now though, they're all crammed into that old...wow, he can't think of what this place is called at all. An inn maybe? A restaurant? A bar? Nothing seems quite right, but the entire population of the mansion is crammed inside it with old timey clothes and the Pilgrim is uneasy. It's too many people too close together, but more than that it seems important that the Curious Girl mentioned the Beast. Why would she if the Beast weren't here as well, in the woods somewhere?

He agonizes over what to do for a long time, hovering near the edge of the stage. Eventually though, he works up the nerve and stumbles (literally) out onto the platform.]

Uhh... [He clears his throat.] U-Um. Excuse me. Uhh...

[Eventually the crowd hushes into near silence, and people turn to look his way. They'll see this poor kid up on stage, in the clothes he usually wears around the mansion (it's hard to miss someone dressed as a giant gnome, after all), looking like he's about to faint right there on the stage.]

I'm...I'm th-- [The word catches in his mouth and dies here, and he looks startled. Why can't he say his name? Why did something else almost come out? Why is this a literal nightmare? He tries again, and the same thing happens.] ...I-I'm. I'm the...Pilgrim.

[He seems to expect someone to laugh, but no one does.]

A-Anyway I...I think this is...no, it's definitely from my world. I mean not my world exactly but-- but I think this event is mine? I've been to this place before, a-and even stood right here. [And he sang a stupid song and that is absolutely not happening right now.] And I just wanted to...um. Th-- The Curious Girl talked about a Beast, and...I-I think there might be one here. Out in the woods. The people I met here told me the Beast tricks travelers and gets them even more lost so he can turn them into oil for his lantern, so...I-I know it's crowded in here, but we should probably like...not go out. Like at all. If it's just an event, it should be over in a few days, and then no one else will have to worry about the Beast again. ...Hopefully.

[The Pilgrim's eyes dart down to his shoes, so he doesn't have to look at the crowd.] ...That's all. U-Um. Sorry. [Both for interrupting whatever was going on and for inadvertently bringing the Beast to Wonderland at all.]

Events are awesome.

Despite that it's too crowded, and just outside the walls is a dark and stormy night, one hundred percent of the events the Subject has experienced are awesome. The loner in her makes sure she stays to the sides, away from the majority of the crowd and the center of the room. And once in a while, she can't help a worried glance through the tavern windows, taking in the doom and gloom outside. So why, then, is it awesome? One word:

Vintage.

Vintage everything. Clothes? Yes. Atmosphere? Yes. Camera? Hella yes! In her hand is a Brownie camera - one of the most vintage and classic cameras of all time. It's the camera that brought photography to the masses, and started the snapshot craze that has reached Instagram today. For someone that goes to websites like CameraPorn.com, the Subject is at a complete loss of words to be handling this antique- the same kind that even Henri Cartier-Bresson used in his youth.

And she has quite a lot of photo opportunities too. Like that person over there, doing that weird thing- or those two talking in the awesome clothes- the one cooking- how about that guy having a drink-... The opportunities are endless. She's certain her photos will come out terribly, because she doesn't know how to use such an old camera well. But she doesn't care all that much. The thrill of actually using it is enough... though she does hope she gets her old one back, at the end of the event.

She'll be going around, trying not to be noticed but at the same time trying to take photos of all the interesting things she can. To a semi-hipster girl with a camera, this tavern is like Christmas.

[Please feel free to (a) catch her taking your photo, to which she will give a sheepish smile, or (b) have her bump into you, which will encourage out a breathless "Sorry!" or even (c) fiddling with her camera, trying to figure out the darn thing.]

[Once he comes down, The Nurse cautiously approaches him, fingers pulling and twitching.]

I, um... Th-thank you. for telling us. When these things happen, I get scared b-because I don't know what's going on, or w-what I can do, but... but knowing what you know... th-that helps, I think...?

[ She knows his name isn't The Pilgrim, just like she knows hers isn't The Agent, and yet no matter how hard she tries, she can't say either name.

Yet another instance of how troubling Wonderland can be.

At least she's managed to keep some weaponry about her for this event. ]

What more can you tell us, Pilgrim? Is there a description of the Beast?

Sharon isn't often dressed for the occasion, but Wonderland seems to have prepared her this time. Her regular gun and knives are gone, but she has an old-fashioned tommy gun and some other knives in their place. Her pockets in her vest store some seeds, jerky, and dried fruit. And of course, more ammo. If not for the skirt, she could actually rather like this outfit.

And yet, she rather doubts it will be enough ammo. She has no idea where the Beast is, only that it wants the people in this room, and most of the people in this room want out. Many of them, of course, want to find the damn Beast.

Not on her watch.

Wordlessly, Sharon goes and stands near the front door. Anyone who gets close to it gets the stink-eye. She isn't going to let anybody get killed or get their souls sucked out if she can help it.

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Everyone's downstairs. Literally everyone. Literally everyone, and he can't breathe down there with how packed it all is. He flees to the upstairs area, to one of the old-timey rooms, but every single damn one is already full with people. It's not like they've got a wealth of space up in here. Oh come on, come on, come on.

Finally, at the end of his rope, the Puppet makes the grand decision to fuck it and simply barges into the last room, features locked into an angry scowl.

"Scoot," he snaps to its residents. First come, first served and all that, but does he look like he gives a great royal fuck? No, he absolutely doesn't. He's claiming this room as his, goddamnit. Everyone else can clear out pronto.

what's the point in common sense

Outside, he's certain, is going to be worse. Wet and dark and a forest that stretches on forever, trunks slick with rain and oil, but something about the whispers of a Beast lingering outside strikes him as familiar. He knows he'll end up there. He knows it. It's inevitable, really. He knew it as soon as he showed up here, camera in hand and spools of film weighing in his pockets.

The suit is a nice touch. Or it would be, if it weren't so darkly similar to the thing that could be out there. The Puppet glares at the choice in apparel, fiddling with the tie for a long moment before abandoning the prospect altogether. There's no point. And in any case, it'll help him blend in with the trees and the night.

He'll take a chance when no one's watching, to slip out the front door. He hovers around the fringes of the tavern's lamplight, prowling the exterior of the tavern before finally, at long last, he sets out into the Unknown.

[Wow. What a downer. The Shooting Star pinches the bridge of her nose and scampers up onto the stage to sort of ease The Pilgrim off with light shoving and the rustling of long skirts that she's trying hard not to trip over.] Give him a hand, folks! Isn't he great?

[shove shove. she lowers her voice and tries to say his name, but it catches in her throat and she's unable to get it out, so instead she just presses on:] What's the dealio? You're gonna get everyone all panicky.

Don't look at him, he's just trying to navigate this packed-as-hell stupid tavern and grab a breath of fresh air. Now where exactly is that damn front door...?

Even with the hubbub and drone of voices, there's no missing the distinctive click and release of a shutter. The Puppet narrows in on the noise immediately until he locates the culprit. Under any other circumstances that would be grounds for a glower and a low-key threat, but hang on a second, he knows this chick. Though the name that springs to his tongue isn't the one he's come to associate with her, but rather -

"Hey! You're, uh, you're the Subject, right?" he says, elbowing his way through the crowd to reach her and displaying a callous disregard for any jimmies that might be rustled as a result.

Inside the tavern

It's too noisy and too crowded for the Ghost to feel comfortable. Not that outside the tavern is much better. The forest is so dark he wouldn't be able to see his own wing in front of his face and the rain thunders outside. It's clear where Wonderland expects them to stay.

It doesn't take him long to make his way over to a corner, as far away from everyone as he can manage. The closest he's ever gotten to dealing with a crowd was his time spent with family and even that was eight or nine years ago. It just isn't a situation he knows how to handle.

He peers at the crowd, seeking out familiar faces. While he's very quiet and still, an abnormally large mourning dove might attract an odd look or two.

Just outside the tavern

Being outside in the rain for a bit won't make the Ghost sick. How could it? He's not looking for time to himself so much as he's seeking out a bit of quiet, but the result is the same either way.

Should he see someone leaving for the forest, he'll speak up. "It's dark in there. Wouldn't it be better to wait for morning before exploring?"

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[The Pine Tree has never been more on edge. He does not like his new title. He does not like his new clothes. He doesn't like being this surrounded by people with no real way to get away. And if he's right about the Pilgrim's life (or lack thereof) and what the "Unknown" really is, they're actually in freaking purgatory right now. That's just great.

He sits at the window, staring out into the darkened night.]

Beast, huh. Wonder what kind....

[He'll have to go out and explore soon.]

[The Guide has been here before. She was hit with a broom and told she brought bad luck and forced to wait in the barn.

Now she's human, but she can't help holding a grudge, even as she bitterly eats a plate full of all the food she couldn't have last time. This is home, maybe, but it's a part of home that wasn't very welcoming to her.]

I hate this place.

[At least she's not stupid enough to go outside, though she does peek out the window to see if Fred might be there in the stables for some reason. The only reason they had to go so quickly last time was that they were trying to get to Adelaide's. But she's human now, and wouldn't make a deal with Adelaide again if you paid her. She has no reason to go out in that unpleasant weather and risk meeting the Beast. She's perfectly happy here. At least, as happy as she ever is.]

[Frankly, the Pilgrim wasn't expecting any thanks at all, and he's a little pleasantly flustered that someone went out of their way to do so.]

O-Oh. Uh...you're welcome, I guess? I-I don't know if it was really helpful or anything. I don't really know a lot anything here but like...I-I figured, you know. It's better than nothing, probably?

[This is the Mad Scientist's second event, and so far it's... underwhelming at best. She's taken some samples of dirt and rainwater and put them in glasses from the tavern, and she's frowning at them. She needs to find a way to make sure she can hold onto them and test them when she gets her lab back. Really, that's the most frustrating part of this event. She needs all her equipment, and it's just not here.

But fine, she can make do. She can find a way to test for changes in the molecular make-up of the substances later. She just wishes she had a way to figure out how this place is forcing name changes on everyone and also why it would give her such a strangely insulting name. She's not mad. She's very even-tempered and rarely even all that annoyed! Though the name calling might get her there.]

Uh...

[Oh boy. He knew he was going to have this problem.]

I-I don't-- there isn't really more to tell? I've never seen the Beast and no one seemed to know exactly what he looks like. He supposedly carries a lantern though? So I guess there's that?

Y-Yes! Something is always better than nothing!

[The Pilgrim's startled to suddenly be shoved to the edge of the stage and his nerves are already pretty rattled as it is. He lowers his voice too, even though this isn't exactly some big secret.]

I-- I wasn't trying to! Ah- [Ugh, why can't he say anyone's names?! ...Well. Actually, he kind of suspects why. But it's still frustrating.] The Curious Girl sent out that message with the dumb riddle about The Beast. If people actually listened to that and went looking for him, they'd get themselves turned into Edelwood trees! I'm just telling them not to!

The Subject has just finished taking the picture of some rather rowdy people. She's fiddling the camera when he approaches, trying to wind it up for the next shot. When he speaks to her she makes a slight face at hearing her "name," annoying thing it is. But when she says his, she's even more taken aback.

"Yeah. It's kinda embarrassing. And you're the... the Puppet?" Her expression is a mixture of surprise and intrigue. Wow, and she was thinking her name was bad. His must sting like hell.

The Subject and the Puppet. What is this, the goddamn Nutcracker? Who issued these names. Why does everyone know them. Because if he ever finds out who assigned him this freaking moniker, he's going to have words.

The Puppet winces at the note of alarm in her tone, mentally scrambling for an excuse. He can't exactly claim he's a puppetshow enthusiast. That would be...a bit weird, and creepy on top of it, not that the real reasoning behind the name isn't.

"Yeah. Long story." He rubs at the back of his neck with one hand and takes great care to avoid her gaze. "Look, uh - I won't ask if you don't." Seems safe enough, right?

The Subject is having fun, but honestly it's almost too much fun. Too crowded, too noisy. She pops outside quietly, one hand hugging her Brownie camera to herself, the other hand holding up an old fashioned umbrella to keep her out of the rain.

Her expression is obviously worried as she looks out into the storm and the dark forest beyond. She doesn't notice the Ghost for now, but unknowingly ends up standing right next too him, way within the bounds of personal space.

It's just a bird after all right?

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 Subject would like a few words too. She could have had a cool name, but instead she had to have this pointed almost-insult. She supposes the Puppet feels the same way.

The girl grabs at that offer: "Yes. Perfect. No questions here." Not that she couldn't explain her name away but she'd rather not. "So this is one of the events, right? Seems alright so far."

Boy does he feel that. He could've been the Director, or the Filmmaker, or That Kralie Kid, or literally anything else. Instead he gets saddled with a name that sounds like it came out of the world's worst fairy tale.

He nods, eager to pounce on the change of subject. "My best guess, yeah. Seems right up Wonderland's alley. Though the last few things it threw at us weren't really like this."

He has a camera of his own, though he hasn't gotten the opportunity to use it. Beast-hunting is a priority, but only once he's exhausted all other possible avenues. He doesn't want to take an unnecessary risk.

If he were thinking of it, the Ghost would wonder how a bird like him escapes notice. He hasn't seen many sentient birds in Wonderland and he's noticeably larger than the non-sentient birds. But then, he doesn't have much presence. It looks like that much still holds true.

At the moment, he doesn't think of any of that. The Ghost is currently more interested in this human is doing than in what she didn't do. "You look worried."

On the other hand, the Subject wishes she had gotten the Artist or something, because that would have been a huge compliment, but it's probably a bit too much of a long shot.

"Huh." Darn, and she was just hoping it would always be that fun. He's having fun right? Actually, it doesn't seem that much like it. She recognizes the camera though (geek alert!): a Mimimum-Palmos. "Lots of photo-ops for this one. Are you getting anything good?"

She jumps at the voice, and looks around trying to find its source. Eventually she notices the large bird, which she gives a look. "Did... did you talk to me?" The Subject can feel the incredulity in her brain, but you know what... Whatever, she thinks. I'm sick and tired of being surprised.

"Hi. I'm... the Subject. The storm's pretty bad."

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Tavern Mingle (INSIDE) | OPEN

THE PILGRIM'S CONFESSION | OTA

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open to everyone for the whole event!

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THE PINE TREE | OTA

THE GUIDE | OTA

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THE MAD SCIENTIST | OTA

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Just outside the tavern

Feel free to ignore this if Sharon really would!

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Sorry, I forgot to add Nageki's description in the later portion.

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That's okay! I actually tried to look it up hehe