fear makes you stupid; ota

[thesamurai]

Who: Michonne + You
Where: Around the mansion
When: First half of September
Rating: PG-13 for language maybe.
Summary: None of this is sitting well with Michonne.
The Story:

[ For a little while now, Michonne's katana has been sitting on a shelf in the room she shares with Regina. They haven't had an event in a while now that tried to kill them, and so there it sat. Maybe the events have been murderless because now they're going to start killing each other.

She doesn't know what to believe, but she knows the katana has to come out of its short retirement and she can't sit quietly, so now before she leaves it gets put in its place on her back, comfortable hanging against her upper hip. She resumes her quiet patrols of the grounds and inside, going up to the roof first and surveying the land from all sides before making her way down, floor by floor, walking until the rooms go unoccupied before finding the stairs and going to the next. She moves unhurried, taking in what there is to take in, making note of who's where. She circles through tea rooms and both gyms, then sits in the foyer of the mansion quietly, earbuds in, device in hand, not really listening to anything but rather waiting to see what people talk about when they think no one can hear them.

Then, Michonne makes her way outside, patrolling around the woods, the lake, the beach and in the end, making her way through the gardens before finding herself standing on the front steps looking out.

She does this every day. Will it make a difference? Who knows. Maybe she sees or hears something and maybe she doesn't. But at least she's not sitting still. ]

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Comments

[thesamurai]

Couple witnesses say the mirror in the room was messed with, that the sheet usually covering it was off. So there's one theory.

[ But that seems too easy. Too convenient. ]

She doesn't make sense for a murder. My gut says somethin' else is going on. Just don't know what. Until I do, might as well check everything out.

[outstandingbalance]

No one really makes sense for murder. Not more than anyone else. [Murder rarely makes sense. Or, depending how you look at it, it always does.] All depends on the why...

But how doesn't exactly answer that.

[thesamurai]

Problem is - no laws, no law enforcement. Which makes any questioning seems like singling out and people shut down. I get it, no one wants to be accused of that shit, but there aren't a lot of directions to go.

[ Which is screwed, because that leaves them with a woman who's killer is still at large and what's to stop them from doing it to her again, or to anyone? ]

[outstandingbalance]

I can see how it might. Especially depending on how you go about it. [People don't like feeling like there's suspicion on them, and they tended not to be fond of what they perceived as unearned authority. But there was more than one way to go about getting information.

Natasha shrugs.] Have you got any leads so far?

[thesamurai]

[ Michonne shakes her head, wishing the answer were different. ]

My worry is whoever did it's gonna do it again. Maybe if I see it, I can stop it.

[ She just wants to get something done, do something that helps. ]

[outstandingbalance]

It's a justified worry. Someone who'd kill one person and cover it up could probably do it again.

[Picking up a bottle of water and offering it to Michonne.]

They also have to know that it'll be hard keeping something like that hidden indefinitely.

[thesamurai]

[ Michonne nods her thanks and takes the water, getting a few swallows down before looking back at Natasha. ]

And once they're found out, because we will find out, everytime somethin' happens while they're still here is blowin' back straight on 'em. No one will ever not think it's them.

[outstandingbalance]

Stands to reason whoever it is, the pressure on them is high. Even most sociopaths would be feeling the pressure.

Could lead to mistakes.

[thesamurai]

People like this always think they're smarter than the ones going after them. Makes them sloppier because they're arrogant, so we'll see. That might hold water.

[ Once the person is actually found out, she wonders what the residents here will even do. ]

[outstandingbalance]

It's not ideal, but we don't have a lot of other options. That and see what turns up.

[thesamurai]

Truth always finds a way, eventually. I'm just worried about the length of time and who has to suffer in the meantime.

[outstandingbalance]

[Natasha's not so sure about that. Maybe it's bias, but she knows just how long secrets sit.

Though it's a lot harder when the corpses don't stay buried.]

You could always try to organize something for that. Start patrols—organized, with volunteers. Not just you.

[thesamurai]

Thought we had a guard for that? Not sure when it's supposed to mobilize if not for making sure things like this don't happen.

[outstandingbalance]

I can't say I know the inside details, but from where I stand, it's not much organized.

[thesamurai]

Maybe we can figure something out. In the meantime, I'm doing my part, trying to look out for the people here who don't do this.

[ Who don't pick up weapons or don't know how. People who never had to learn, kids, even. ]

[outstandingbalance]

I'll keep an eye open, let you know if I see anything that seems relevant.

[It's not much, but that much Natasha can do.]

[thesamurai]

I appreciate it, always.

[ She caps her water, then nods at Nat before heading out of the gym, relieved there's someone else she trusts looking out. ]