Wander On In

Oliver Whitman 24 years old Wanderer Keeper of the Wander Inn in the Woodland

[oliverisinn]

Have you tried sex to cure that temper of yours? BDSM might help, let all those frustrations out.

“You need Jesus.”

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justafteryourjules:

Oh, he clearly liked cats.

Julieta couldn’t tell if she was purring from the petting or over her excitement of how well she could exploit his weakness for her furry form.

She was going to drag him to fucking hell.

And she started by lying down on his book and getting herself comfortable for the joy to come. Her paw even reached up to hold his as if to tell him to he wasn’t allowed to stop petting her.

Oliver watched the cat lay down on top of his book, and he looked at her disappointedly, but still continued to pet her, “I was reading that, you know,” he informed her. He looked up at the door then back down at the cat, “Where’d you come from anyway?”

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callme-commander:

Fianna flipped through the pages, quickly reading through names and mentally taking down the unfamiliar ones for further research. She should check the register next, to give her a clearer idea of which names were Wonderlanders and which were not. Checking back through the names absent-mindedly, looking for anything she may have missed the first time, she noticed that there were some slow periods in the Inn’s business. “It seems you’ve had quite the slow couple of weeks then. It is quite surprising, I’m used to this place usually roaring with visitors.”

Oliver tried his best to shrug casually at the guard’s question. “I suppose more people are finding permanent residence and don’t need to stay in an Inn anymore,” he offered, hoping that that sounded reasonable enough for her to not be suspicious.

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justafteryourjules:

Julieta’s paws nearly gave way when she realized that this man was capable of smiling. If she were in human form, she would be giving him so much shit right now, but instead she bottled that shock up and kept her little kitten act going so she could milk this moment for all it was worth. 

So she stretched her cat legs and sat down on the book he had put down so it wouldn’t be a distraction. Her tail curled around her as she got comfortable and looked up at the dork that rejected her, giving him a knowing little wink.

She was going to ruin his life.

Oliver watched as the small cat sat down on his book and stared him down and he stared right back. Did the cat just wink at him? Either way, he sat forward a bit and pet the cat gently on the head, this was about to get very awkward if this was a shapeshifter and not just an actual cat, but god dammit did Oliver love cats. “Can I get you anything? Water? Blankets? The mouse that’s living in the storage room?” he offered with a slight chuckle.

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So is Oliver a dog or a cat person?

“Oliver is an ‘All animals before people’ person.”

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justafteryourjules:

Julieta tried to tell herself that this asshole had absolutely no impact on her life, but after what had happened last time she’d seen him… She needed some formal payback. He’d easily dismiss her if she were in her human form, though, so she decided to enter the Inn in her cat form, rolling her kitten eyes at his instinctive asshole questions before she jumped up onto the edge of his desk and peered across at him.

He raised an eyebrow slightly at a small cat jumping on his desk and staring at him. At least it wasn’t a person. Well, it might’ve been a person for all he knew, but somehow dealing with a cat rather than a person was much more desirable for Oliver in this moment. He set his book down and leaned forward against his desk as he looked the cat in the eyes, “Can I help you?” he asked with a bit of sincerity and the slightest bit of a smile on his face.

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efflorescentglow:

He was rude. Enya didn’t like him at all, even after having been given the shirt. “You need sugar,” she commented as she slipped off her jacket and pulled the shirt over her burnt tank top. “’cause, y’know— hospitality is key in your business, unless you have customers with a kink for being treated badly. I s’pose there’s a market in that, but you still oughta try sugar.”

He went back to his desk and continued his reading before she was even done speaking, he didn’t need to listen to another person tell him off for being in a bad mood. “How about you can tell me how to run my business when you start becoming a patron of it, alright sweetheart?”

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restlessrebelheart:

 She briefly thumbed through the pages of his book as he inspected her rent. After her prickly pirate assignment, she had plenty to make up for whatever payments she may have missed. Despite the hard time she gave him, she really did appreciate what he did for his tenants. There was a time where she desperately needed the kind of forgiveness he provided. Now that he could pay her own way, she was happy to do so. “I’m always and forever your favorite tenant,” Iris stated plainly, joking with him as if this information was obvious. “Even if you don’t know my name and probably refer to me by my room number when I’m not around.”

He rolled his eyes playfully, “You keep telling yourself that, Irene,” he said in a joking tone. Of course he knew her name was Iris... right? It was Iris wasn’t it? Or was it some other flower? Or was it actually Irene? Fuck.

[oliverisinn]

So, what about that little garden cat?

“The what.”

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madnessreignswitha-smile:

“Oh nothing much.” Chessur smiled evilly and leaned in closer, until he was just a breath away from the Innkeepers ear. “Just your soul.” He responded, voice dropping three octaves lower, while he added a growl at the end. 

Oliver was not impressed. “Buddy you’re about twenty years late for that, I lost that thing a while ago.”

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efflorescentglow:

“I could be a live action decoration, stand still and then scare the sh— out of people,” Enya responded promptly, hugging her leather jacket tighter as she took a few steps towards the man. “Do you have an extra shirt?” It was the first time in a long time that she actually whispered. “Something— uhm, happened to mine and my jacket doesn’t have a zipper…”

Oliver eyed her warily, “I think you might wanna look for a haunted house if that’s the kind of thing you want to do.” He raised his eyebrows as she asked for a shirt and looked her up and down for a moment, he wasn’t sure if it was with judgement or if he was just checking her out, probably both. But he got up and went to the back closet where he kept the lost and found and pulled out a t-shirt that looked to be about three sizes too big for her and threw it at her. Sometimes he washed what ended up in the lost and found and sometimes he didn’t, so he had no idea if he was tossing her a clean shirt or the grossest shirt in all of existence. “Anything else I can do to help?” He asked with absolutely no enthusiasm.

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asher-cooke:

“Job. Just someone who would be willing to work a few hours around the bakery each week. Not full-time. Just looking for extra help.”

Oliver nodded slowly, “I’ll put the word out then and send whoever’s interested your way.”

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callme-commander:

“At the moment I’d prefer an attitude adjustment. And then I’d like to see your Inn records from the past six months.” Fianna was checking all Inn records around Wonderland for any possible Mer sightings or meeting places. Better safe than sorry. 

Shit. Normally Oliver didn’t care when people complained about his attitude, but even he knew not to mess around with the head of the royal guard. “Records...” he muttered as he looked through his desk for his record of tenants... which he hadn’t been too sharp on keeping updated all the time. Luckily he hasn’t had too many new tenants since he last updated it, maybe one or two. He looked at the check in book and saw the last time it was updated to be about three weeks ago, that wouldn’t be long enough to cause alarm would it? Shit. He handed the book over, “All of my check-ins as far back as last January should be in there.” He lied, he had definitely missed some check-ins here and there.

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genevalanehart:

Laughing a little, Geneva crossed her arms and looked down at the clearly irritated man. “Geneva Lanehart. Resident bitch of the Woodland, to be honest. The real question is who are you? That’s mostly why I’m here.” Resting her chin in her hand, Gen let her elbows rest on the counter, still staring down at whatever he had been doing.

Oliver just stared at her, “... Never fucking heard of you.” 

He raised an eyebrow at her, “Oliver Whitman, Inn Keeper. Now either get a room or get out.” He said bluntly.

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genevalanehart:

Geneva raised her eyebrows at the man’s tone before taking a few more steps into the building and letting her eyes wander around. “First of all, cut that sass.. that’s my job. Goodness, it’s like I go into hibernation for a little while and no one even knows who I am around here anymore.” Shaking her head a little, she leaned against the counter and looked down at the stranger.

Oliver narrowed his eyes, more in confusion than anything else, maybe still a little bit of sass too, “I’m sorry... who are you?” He asked, he actually didn’t know who this girl was and found it almost funny how she seemed to believe that he did.

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thosepirateeyes:

Isaiah gave him a small smile as eh ran his hand through his hair. “Shit, sorry, mate. I was just looking at the decorations,” he explained. Reaching into his pockets, he pulled out some money. “A room, actually. There’s a rat in mine and I’m not about to deal with him right now.”

Oliver rolled his eyes slightly, this was an inn, not the palace, the decorations in here weren’t exactly dazzling. He was going to roll his eyes again as he complained about a rat but if he was willing to pay him for a room, Oliver wasn’t going to say no to that. He took the money from him and set it off to the side before reaching into his desk drawer. He took out a chart that showed all the vacancy’s he had in the inn to see where he could put him. He chose a room and grabbed a key from the wall behind him and handed it over, “Room 12, down that way, take a left, second door on your right. Welcome to the Wander Inn.” Oliver used to care about writing down information about his tenants for his records but then he realized how much he didn’t care and there wasn’t much point to it anyway, so he just gave rooms to whoever asked.

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asher-cooke:

“Yikes. I’d offer to come back later but you’d probably still be in a mood then too.” Ashe stepped further inside, letting the door shut behind him. “I was gonna ask if you knew of anyone looking for work right now. Figure you’ve got the edge on knowing people that are new or displaced around here. I mean, this is where I ended up when I was looking for work.”

“I’m always going to be in a mood,” Oliver muttered to himself before closing his book to ponder the other man’s question. “I’ve probably got a few people here who are looking for work. I can ask around my tenants. What kind of jobs would you be offering?”