Hunters Anonymous (OPEN)

[righteously]

WHO: Dean & Open - Mingle it up!
WHEN: late May
WHERE: the Horizon - Roadhouse Edition
WHAT: Starting a Hunters Anonymous Support Group
WARNINGS: drinking and murder, mostly.

( It starts out with just a couple of people. Dean, obviously, because it's his bar. Eventually Geralt, followed by one of Geralt's other hunting buddies — and then another, and then before you know it there's a handful of hunters all swapping stories about the crap they've seen out in the wilds.

It's about the time Dean makes to take out a notebook and honest to god start writing some of this crap down that two things hit him — First, this is actually really freakin' useful. Second, it feels right. The Roadhouse here may be fake, but this is what the real one would've been like. This is what it was meant for. This is the most real this place has been since he got here.

So he runs it by Geralt, and puts out an APB.

Harvelle's Roadhouse is officially open for business — and not just of the drinking variety.

Mind the jukebox. )

NOTES: This is an open mingle, so feel free to top-level below! The idea here is to open up the Roadhouse for hunter-types to use as a central meeting place or base of operations for anyone who desires to, so feel free to use it as a backdrop for any threads whenever. Obviously non-hunter people are welcome to see the message and wander in whenever they want, too! Info on the Roadhouse can be found here. Hit me up at paingravy for anything you need any time.

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diana prince | open

[monomachy]

[Diana isn't a hunter (yet), but she had seen the notice about this "Roadhouse" and decides is a good opportunity to meet more people from other worlds. And she will know at least one person there (looking at you, Geralt), which is really all the more reason to go. She remains dressed as she would in her own domain: a short white chiton, leather baldric with The Empress insignia stamped across it, and sturdy leather sandals. She sees no reason to wear armor to an informal gathering like this. But perhaps she should have, considering the crowd.

She will start at the bar, knowing from experience that it is one of the best places to meet people and start a conversation. Which she would do, if there weren't so many bottles of what she assumes is alcohol on the wall behind the bartop. She can't help but stare, never having seen so many options in her life. Amazons stick to the classics: wine, beer, and occasionally mead. She doesn't really know how to choose a distilled liquor to drink, or even what all of them are. She picks a bottle at random, reading the label aloud (Tequila) as if that will demystify it. She tries saying it with the inflection of a few different languages, eventually landing on the right one, though she doesn't know it. She'd be grateful to anyone who could help her make a decision that isn't "one of everything."

When she gets around to seeing the knife chess rules on the wall, her eyes light up. This being the Horizon, it's easy enough for her to summon a few of the knives favored by her people, short, unadorned weapons, the blade much wider at one end than the other. She'll take on anyone who cares to challenge her, and perhaps make a few unbidden challenges of her own. She'd be happy to play any of the other games available, but be prepared to teach her the rules.

If asked about monsters she knows, Diana will launch into detailed stories from Greek myth, including those about harpies, chimera, the Minotaur, the Colchian Dragon, and even uncle Hades' Cerberus. Has she ever actually faced any of these creatures? Nope. But her accounts are still incredibly detailed, and she's more than willing to recount them.

When not locked in conversation with anyone, she'll park herself at the bar, happy to watch others chat and compete while she nurses a glass of whatever the current bartender gave her.]