entrancelogs | {Happy Death Day to you, baby

Becks has done pretty well with her adjustment since she arrived in Wonderland, all things considered. She had a rocky start, as she imagines most people might when they show up here after a grand, sacrificial hero move. Waking up from dead isn't exactly normal-- and when it is, it's usually attached with losing every trace of who you once may have been.

So yeah. It hadn't set well with her when it happened, and she had more than enough time spent largely by herself, or intermittently with her team, but as time drew on, she dealt. She managed. She kept trucking on and she eventually found a way back to something that almost felt like her old self.

She realizes, of course, that she'll never really be the same. She can get close one day, maybe. Become a cheap imitation of the girl she used to be, for sure. But dying and living to tell the tale? It changes a person in foundation-shaking ways.

Today, she's faced with a visceral re-realization of it all and she's torn between slamming herself shut in her room and surrounding herself with people. Which people would be best is still a debate in her head. Small gathering of close friends or giant crowd of the unfamiliar? Both had their upsides and disadvantages.

For now, she's alone, with the option of not being if anyone chooses to join her. She wanders through the halls and goes by the fitness center to vent her feelings in the forms of punches on bags, makes a perch for herself at a table in the coffee shop, and even makes a stop in the movie theater. Places she could easily be joined by people, but wasn't necessarily required by any means to interact with them if she didn't have to. This seemed to strike the best balance of isolated and not entirely alone for her.

One of the last things Becks might have expected on this day was to find Maggie Garcia on the other side of her door declaring, "I have a giant box of explosives. Do you want to hide out, or do you want to use them?", but it was just the sort of thing that she needed today.

"So...where did you get this magical box of explosives anyway?" Becks asks, canting her head slightly to one side curiously.

"Seth keeps weapons in a spare bedroom. I showed up on his doorstep and exchanged baked goods for them."

Maggie smiles slightly. "I think he has less sense than most of my friends. He agreed even before making sure that I'd have Irwin supervision."

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She tilts her head a little to the side, an amused smirk on her face. "You would exchange explosives for empanadas."

She chuckles softly a little, "Clearly. He was just going to let you run rampant with weaponry?! Someone needs to teach him."

"Don't be silly," Maggie tells her. "It was conchas, not empanadas."

And then she nods. "He asked me for details on what kind I needed, so I said they were for you, and that he should pick out something interesting without too large a blast radius."

She laughs softly, "Of course. My mistake."

She shakes her head a bit, "Silly Seth, explosives are for Irwins!" There's a beat before she adds, "Let me grab some shoes and we can go." she disappears from the doorway, leaving the door open, a wordless invitation if Maggie chooses to take it and come inside while she gets her boots on.

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Eventually, despite all of her attempts distract herself with other things, Becks finds herself unable to completely ignore the siren call of booze for her problems. It's a good way to forget and she needs that a lot more than anything else today.

She's perched at a table alone, with a round of shots that sit like a quiet sort of invitation for anyone that might pass her by and think she needs the company. Nothing about her screams party girl tonight, but she just might look a bit like she needs someone to help her out with the booze in front of her.

Someone looks like she needs distracting. Mazikeen doesn't know what's wrong with the girl at the table, and she doesn't really care. She's pretty and sad and Maze likes to think she's pretty talented at cheering up pretty girls when she wants to. She goes behind the bar and takes a bottle of the good stuff from the top shelf. It's Wonderland, there's no reason for anything not to be top quality, but there's still some drinks that are better than others.

Maze strides over and slings herself into a chair, putting down the bottle with a thump.

"Here. You look like you could use an upgrade."

Becks glances up when a bottle thuds lightly onto the table and she's joined by someone declaring she needs something better. "Well, I can't say no to an offer like that, can I?" She smirks and takes a couple of the empty shot glasses set to the side and pours up one for both of them.

Maze was going to just drink from the bottle, but she can be classy. She lifts her glass in a salute. "What are we drinking to?"

She smiles a little at the toast-action, but shrugs a little at the question. "Being alive after dying?" It sounds weird, but it's also true. Funny how life works out that way. "Not such a great note to make a cheers on though, huh?"

Maze swallows down her drink, then leans forward with a smirk. "Better than the alternative, right?"

She follows suit and pours up some more. It probably won't be very long before she gets tired of that game and just passes the bottle around. "I guess that's true."

Sometimes, she isn't sure she has a place here, or if she could. Her old life isn't one that's easily revived here, and she'd never given much consideration to exactly what else she might do with her life if there wasn't being an Irwin on the table.

So how'd you go out?

[Maybe not the most tactful question, but Maze has never claimed to be tactful, and she's curious.]

[It may not be the most tactful phrasing, but it presses into the showboat in Becks and brings a smirk to her lips as she cants her head a little to one side.] I blew up the Whitehouse.

[Maze's lip curls into a smile.]

Nice. Fuck the man.

[She laughs.] Right? They deserved it. The government has been lying to us for decades and the truth had to come out one way or another.

Michonne doesn't always hang out at bars, but when she does, it's because Snow White needs to talk to Regina about family things, and while she knows there's nothing either of them would keep from her, she's respectful of the two of them.

Besides, Regina will (probably) tell her later anyway.

That's why she's in Deux Lux, katana-less but definitely still packing, and she settles not that far from a woman with shots ready to go. Glancing over with one raised eyebrow, she can't help commenting.

"You gonna need someone to stick around and make sure you're okay? That looks like some serious drinking."

She 100% assumes this girl will straight up fall over if she's taking all those shots on her own.

She glances up at the question and there's the smallest of smiles on her lips; nothing real or genuine, it never quite makes it to reaching her eyes. "I'll probably be okay... but it might not hurt, just in case." She wonders if she looks that bad off, or if this woman simply has specific experience in spotting this particular kind of bad day in people, somehow. It's Wonderland, people probably get sad-drunk all the time, right?

She's witnessed the end of the world; she knows a bad day when she sees one. She also knows not everyone wants to be bothered.

"I could stand to take a couple of those off your hands, but whether or not you want the company's up to you."

The open-ended, 'ball's in your court' feeling to her words makes Becks smile. "I'd like that." She nods a little. "I'm Becks," she offers in greeting, waving one hand in a gesture for the other woman to join her. Officially and all.

"Michonne," she says as she slides over to join her officially, smiling just a little. "Normally, people drink like this to forget somethin'. Haven't had anything happen in a while here worth celebrating like that. You okay?"

She shrugs a little, "You know how people show up here after they die?" She tilts her glass on its edge, balancing it between her hands to make sure it doesn't fall and make a mess. "Today is the anniversary of that for me."

Michonne looks at her, then at the shots before taking one, tossing it back,and putting the glass down. "Well, shit."

She knows for plenty of people, when they die and come here it's like a second chance. She won't assume how Rebecca views it and lets out a breath. "Pretty sure that means you get to drink as much as you want, long as someone's looking out for you and makes sure you get somewhere safe after." Which is her way of saying she'll do that for her tonight.

"Right?" Her eyebrows rise and fall in something like agreement at the reaction. That's about how she feels about it, too.

Becks sets the glass down and looks up, a small smile on her lips, "I think it's a pretty good rule." She nods a bit. She downs another shot before considering the woman in front of her. "So...what's your story? I mean-- what kind of world did you come from or...whatever?" That was, afterall, always an interesting go-to ice breaker in Wonderland.

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