First Enterance

[woman_of_valor]

[OOC: If your pup has met any of the folk of Stortybrooke, please read this backroom post before tagging.]

Mulan stepped through the forest's edge and paused, startled to find a tavern in such good repair. Eyes glancing about, she noticed the training ground (which brought thoughts of her Father's school to her mind), a well tended stable with horses and a lake with an obviously enchanted pocket given the near tropical look to the cove. Was this some sorcerer's home? But why then a tavern?

Since the trees were unlikely to offer answers -- she glances at the nearest to be sure -- she headed for the backdoor of the main building and opened it, her hand upon her sword ready to draw if need be. Once again she is startled by the sight of many people and rather confused, though she does hide it well. Stepping through, she is careful to note the exits before heading to the bar to make a few inquires.

Some thing very strange has occurred and she must determine what if she is to report it back to Robin.

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[timelessinventor]

Because she's being an absolute diva lately...

Helena is in the bar, poking diligently at a netbook. She's having a middling amount of luck with it, typing up the pile of papers beside her. Every so often she swears at it very colourfully in Victorian British. Setting type has never been something that she has wanted to do, that was someone else's job.

Grumpily, she keeps poking at the keys, constantly forgetting where the various letters are.

She would be more than happy to have some company.

Bartending

[the_lioness]

Tonight Alanna has smoothed every hair into place, polished her boots until the shine is frankly distracting, and made sure her scarlet tunic and tight black breeches are wrinkle free. She is impeccably turned out.

It is still not enough for Prince Jonathan.

"Oh, stuff it!" Alanna yells back through the door as she enters. "You're not even making any sense. Either you want me to talk to them or you don't. Make up your mind." Beat. "Your Highness."

She slams the door and stomps on her very shiny boots to Bar, who decides this is an excellent time to recruit tonight's bartender.

Congratulations! You've won the honor of tending bar this evening. Don't forget to pick specials. May I suggest the Olau cider? It's quite popular. And don't lose your temper at customers, Squire.

"I never lose my temper." Alanna mutters, frowning at the napkin. "Huh. There's a Barony Olau in Tortall!"

Is there? How remarkable. Zzzzzzzzzzzzz.

Alanna fails to stop frowning. She does, however, follow orders and write some specials on the board while waiting for her first customer.

Specials

Ale
Lemonade
Coffee that I didn't make so it should taste decent
Olau Cider


[OOC: Step right up to the bar, folks! Post is open forever. Slowtime is welcomed and probably inevitable sooner rather than later on my end, anyway, thanks to arm pain. As always, thread-hopping is also encouraged. :D

ETA: I love you all! Taking a break so as not to kill the arm. Slowtimes all around if that's ok?]

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[souffle_girlek]

Clara would really like to be home now. She's a bit on edge, being stuck in a time that isn't hers, with a man she barely knows (and trusts a bit too much to be healthy, she knows).

So it's fairly easy to explain her exasperation when she walks through the doors.

"Really? Really? We're going to do this nonsense now?"