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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Inej Ghafa | OTA

[shadowthief]

[Jesper had informed Inej of this little gathering, but the part that interested her the most? The idea of knife chess is what ultimately pulls her in.

As soon as she steps inside The Roadhouse, she likes it. Feels like the Crow Club, in a way. It's the kind of place built on knuckles and teeth and blood and that feels right in her bones, true to the knives slotted in place at her sides. Not nearly as many as she used to have, but never unarmed no matter where she goes.

The music that fills the place is nothing she recognizes, but it fits the feel of the place all the same, somehow.

Inej may be found at the bar, perched on a stool and observing. Listening. She seems innocent enough sitting there nursing a glass of whisky she seems to have more for the social aspect of it than bothering getting drunk. One might also find her squinting at the rules of knife chess, she'll even play a round or two with anyone who seems interested. Her aim is impeccable, be warned.

But, if someone were to ask her about monsters, she'd only say: ]

The only monsters I know are men with more money and power than they have sense or morals.