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Open][ Wendy's not paranoid, you're paranoid

Who: Wendy and You!
Where: Rooftop
When: Backdated to Dec 2nd
Rating: G
Summary: It's perfectly normal for a girl from Oregon's woods to be paranoid when it snows here, right? No, just a Wonderland thing.
The Story:

The last time it snowed suddenly in Wonderland, Wendy had spent the whole time playing outside. Right until she had gotten a man killed. Of course that time had been in the middle of summer, and the mansion had turned into a ski chalet and while none of that is happening now? Nope, Wendy is having none of it.

So when the snow starts falling that afternoon, she hits the closet without a second thought. Not too long after it starts sticking, she can be found on the rooftop, jacket on, googles around her throat in case, and heavy boots standing next to a duffle bag full of supplies. Binoculars in hand, she is scanning the area, waiting for the snow to turn from beautiful perfect flakes a person might catch on their tongue to a blinding blizzard where another might be lost.

Paranoid? A bit, but in the end, it's the least she can do in the memory of a man who died saving her butt the last time it happened.

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"Anybody ever tell you not to stand outside in a snowstorm?"

Hypocritical, sure, but Daryl's a grown ass man. This isn't that. She's layered in duds but that won't protect her if things go to horse shit like they usually do. Up until her arrival, he'd been doing the same damn thing with a spy set of his own. Now his binoculars were in his bag. The only things on him were the only things that he ever had on him. Old ratty layered up clothes and the few concealed and not so concealed weapons he kept on his person.

Wendy glanced over, considering the guy for a few minutes before shaking her head. "Nope. My dad said let's go play. Why I've got layers and protein bars and everything else I might need in the bag if things get as bad as they did last time."

No reason to hide why she was up there, or being kind of crazy about it.

"This isn't so bad though. I like the snow. Grew up in it."

"That makes one of us."

First off, he doesn't like snow but he already figured out that it had a reputation here. Just like everything else. Georgia was full of blistering heat, humidity, and not much else. Even winter wasn't really much of a season where he came from. He can appreciate her dedication to staying out even if it left him with more company than he cared for.

Small talk wasn't a strength of his, so despite them being the only two to be out in the flurry Daryl's commentary gets lost behind the butt of his cigarette. The closets were a lot nicer than raiding houses and constantly keeping an eye out for geeks. More reliable too, even if getting exactly the right thing could be a gamble.

"Yeah, a lot of people from hot and sunny places don't like it. Seems a bit like home to me," she admits, though her expression doesn't seem to lighten with those memories. "Well it did until the ski lodge and the blizzard. Were you here for that?"

She doesn't recognize him, but sure. He might be one of those here but not always around. Wendy keeps meeting new people, after all.

"It started out like this and then people were dying. I plan to not be involved in getting someone killed." Again. The again is totally silent.

"Also, is this where I be a total high school kid and tell you those things will kill you?" So much bitterness in her tones because it's Wonderland. It's like Australia. Everything is designed to kill you.

"Can't say I was."

Daryl's been local for a while but fell back on the old habit of staying low under the radar until he figured out the terrain. He's not much of a socialite so once he established the habit it was hard to fall out of.

One thing was for damn sure, he didn't know anything about any ski lodge or blizzard. Must've missed that party.

"Folks seem to die a lot around here." Age doesn't really matter where he's from. People all died the same and information was information no matter how many trips around the sun someone had.

"Lucky It seemed all perfect and blissed out snow and then it was Wonderland again."

Shaking her head as she scans the area once more. Sure it isn't a blizzard now but eventually? Who knew.

"Well, yeah. Why give them an extra way to take you out though." Except she's nearly smiling. "Just giving you grief. Let me guess, you were coming up here to Batman the place and I'm invading, huh?"

She's done it to others, so she's kind of used to it now. Not stopping her but used to it.

"There's two key differences between me and Batman. One, he had money. Lots of it. Helped with the tech. Two..."

Daryl trails off for a second, snowfall hits a branch of a high climbing tree and adds just enough weight to have what's already piled on slide right off. It's hard to hunt in this weather, everything's hiding or dead. The cold bite of winter isn't friendly, but he already knew that. His crossbow finds the shoulder opposite to Wendy. No point in keeping it handy right now.

"Okay, there's a lot more than two."

Half the time Daryl wished he was an orphan growing up, and the leisurely lifestyle ain't something he can ever relate to. "Point is, Batman's a glorified pussy." Wendy might be a kid, but that sentiment was universal. Money buys power.

Given the company she's kept as of late, armed and prepared didn't bother her in the least. Same with others coming up to this rooftop.

"And while I'm totally not arguing that, but you're up here, for what? See? Batmanning." It's totally a verb in her world. "Frank does it too," she admits. Not that she doesn't too, which is how she is there now, and has met others. "In other words, sitting up here to brood and stare out at the world."

Kind of like she is doing.

"Helps someone understand the scope of what we're dealing with." Even though Daryl knows it's a pretty lame lie, his hand traces what he can make out of the horizon through the flurry of snow. Hunting and tracking were about to get a lot more difficult.

"I don't know any Frank." Hell, he didn't know a lot of people. He didn't really take the time to meet people. It's hard to avoid people in this place, it's not that big, but somehow he's managed to lie low. For the most part. Avoid trouble and unnecessary casualties. A lot of that had to do with not reaching out.

"What world? As far as we know this place is an island." As far as he knew, anyway.

"We're dealing with psycho people trying to kill us, who make me thankful that my dad totally taught me survival skills," she admits, because she really is glad for that and will count that towards her surviving as long as she can in this place.

"You two talk about the same," she admits, smirking at that because it amuses her.

"It's still their world. My world doesn't have zombies, also we don't come back from the dead either. Not that I ever knew. My dog died and never came back so..." She shrugs.

Well, her dad sounded better than most. Daryl's survival skills were self-taught mostly, which the occasional pointer given by Merle or somebody else. Makes him wonder about the people here that had kids at home. Every single bedtime story they told must sound different to 'em now.

"That ain't special." Plenty of people spoke just like him. Daryl wasn't the only person in Georgia or the only guy that hated wasting precious time talking for no reason for that matter. Wendy's younger than most, but she didn't qualify. Good head on her shoulders, a strong sense of right and wrong.

"Zombies? You mean geeks?" After he showed up, he did enough recon work and digging to find out that walkers crawling the halls wasn't abnormal. "It's not an interspecies thing, that's why."

"Didn't say special. Just..." She shrugs, but she's kind of amused. She hasn't lived somewhere with tall, high buildings before that tended to attract people that do the whole Batman thing.

That makes her pause, canting her head and considering that. "Never heard them called geeks, and if you mean like smart kids who get picked on? I could totally see them ending up zombies. That would totally make sense."

She arches a brow. "You think? There's interspecies creatures here and I bet if they bite it, they'll come back too. Just like everyone says we will. Without the whole flesh falling off, and brain hunger, and all."

"There's plenty of things to call 'em. Never heard zombie." Going into the geek thing would be a waste of time, explaining all the slang, it's too much. Daryl's not exactly comforted by the knowledge that it's commonplace here. He thought he was free and clear of all that since he hadn't seen shit since he showed up.

"What's interspecies?" Daryl's never heard of anything besides Walkers, biters, the usual. Those sure as shit couldn't procreate and even if they could, who would want to participate. That's another road he doesn't want to travel down.

"It's what the movies called them back home. We had them once there, and twice here now," she admits, making a face thinking about it. "A guy I know blew up a car crashing into one of the houses and nearly died. Here, not back home. Back home singing killed them."

Yeah, her world was weird in that way.

"Well like the catgirl, and the lady who's a bird. I think there's two of them, honestly. People that are birds. Or bird people. I'm not sure."

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"... Miss Cor--Wendy?"

Fiddleford amends, when he recalls that she prefers being addressed a little less formally. He's come to the roof to look at the snow and do some thinking himself, but upon noticing that he's not alone, he can't help but be curious at the teenager surveying the grounds with her binoculars.

"What are you doing out here?"

Glancing up, it took Wendy a moment second and then realized who it was. Smiling a bit as she lowered the binoculars, trying to look casual. And ending up looking anything but.

"I'm... just watching?" Nope, that sounds just bad, and creepy, and stalkerish. "I just want to be on the watch out in case the snow gets bad like last time. So no one can get hurt. Well, fewer get hurt."

"Ah, I see! That's mighty responsible of ya, keepin' an eye out on the weather like that."

Fiddleford McGucket does not see anything wrong with what Wendy is doing, or even why she would be doing such a thing. Then again, paranoid decisions tend to sound like sound ideas to people of similar minds.

"Do you remember the last snow?" She asks without looking over at him, scanning with the binoculars down but still watching.

"I was out playing in it, having a good time and when the blizzard hit this guy came out to save me," she says, speaking softer than most know from Wendy. "He didn't make it back and I did."

Unfortunately, he does remember, if only because he spent a good part of it conversing with Bill Cipher. Despite the latter having been bound to a chair, the demon still managed to be threatening and make that conversation very uncomfortable to have.

At hearing that, however, it almost makes that memory seem... ridiculously petty perhaps, by comparison.

"I... gosh, I'm real sorry to hear that, Wendy."

Wendy spoke to him as well, though she's yet to learn about who he truly was. Kind of like some "Old Man" issues, no one had told Wendy about Bill, or answered her questions when it had kind of come up.

"It was my fault," she says, sighing even as she straightens her shoulders. "But I figure if nothing else, I can never let that happen again if I can help it. Not because of me, you know?"

"That's a good idea, but... I don't think ya should have to blame yourself for what happened. Even with knowin' when an event is takin' place, there's some things ya can't always foresee."

Heck, he even remembers that quite a few people aside from Wendy had been outside playing during the snowfall. It just seems like a case of unfortunate bad luck that Wendy was stuck out there during a blizzard and had to be rescued, if anything.

"I know that events happen and it's going to work hard to kill us," she says, sounding determined while trying to be understanding. "It's going to attack us. I get that. I owe it to Bucky though, so that I'm the next one running out there when someone's caught up in snow."

She pauses and then adds. "I know I sound crazy since this place is totally trying to kill us but still. I feel I'm doing something, you know?"

It is times like this that Fiddleford regrets not really knowing how to talk to teenagers. Heaven help us when Tate becomes a teenager himself someday... oh, but then again, apparently we're not going to be there for that, if what Stanford has said about us is true.

Maybe we shouldn't dwell on that thought for too long.

"I... yeah, I reckon that's fair. I didn't mean to make it sound like what you were doin' wasn't worth doin', I was just sayin' that you're not at fault for what happened to Bucky."

"No. Naw. Didn't take it that way. I mean, not totally. More ... I'm still kind of defensive about what happened to Bucky," she admits, shrugging and brushing it off, not at all bothered.

Pausing though at that, giving O... Young Man McGucket - she's never going to get used to that, dammit - a small smile. "Thanks for that. I appreciate it. Like seriously, I do. I'm usually way more chill than this, but the snow, you know?"

That's fair. If the same thing had happened to Stanford, or heck even Wendy or anyone else he knew here, he can't say that he wouldn't have the same type of reaction. Or worse, given his track record and what he's in possession of here.

"Nah, I get that... is there uh, anythin' I can do to help ya out here?"

Is she warm enough out here? Need any water or food?

"Naw, I mean I don't think so. I'm probably overreacting, and I can accept that."

At least she's facing that, if only because she's been caught up there watching over everything.

"What brought you up here?"

"Oh, uh... I was gettin' kinda jittery just sittin' around inside, so I thought I might come outside for a little while."

Too much time sitting around alone, with just grasping at straws ideas for inventions and the memory gun for company... thankfully some part of him saw the need for a breath of fresh air today.

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