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. ]

((ooc: find michonne anywhere in the mansion and it should be fine! lmk on plurk at propernice if you'd like a specific starter!))

Comments

[thesamurai]

[ Executions - public or private - would never work. Sure, no one wants to die, but coming back kind of takes the fear out of it. But having even less freedom than what Wonderland already imposes by not being able to leave? Whole other thing. ]

Public room, no real owner so it won't disappear when a person leaves. Like the gym. We just turn it into a jail. From there, I don't know.

[ How long do they stay? Who feeds them? What deems them ready to be let out? What do they do when the mansion changes? She has no idea. ]

Look, it's a pipe dream. I get it. Best we can hope for is assholes like this go home sooner rather than later.

[ She's not naive enough to think there's something that could truly stick here, but it still feels better talking about it than pretending this is all some part of putting up with getting stuck here. ]

[thecourier]

[There's a lot to think of beyond 'throw them into a cell' that's for sure. Even the powder gangers in the Mojave got food and water, and lord knows hardly any of them deserved the courtesy.]

Nah, look, there's gotta be somethin', yeah? We got-- I mean, we got shit here that we don't where I came from, an' 'm gonna bet not where you come from neither.

[He tips his head, gesturing for them both to continue walking.]

There's fuckin' magic here, an' I don't mean the kind what's just gonna fuck up any plans. Gotta be someone here who knows the kind of magic that can hold a person. Or, shit-- tech. Rick? Tony? Who else we got.

[thesamurai]

There's plenty. But there are too many variables with events.

[ She does keep walking with him. ]

Any magic solution ends the second an event takes it away. Tech ends the minute an event puts us in a different setting, changes our memories and what we think is true. Which gives someone plenty of time to hide out, soon as the event ends.

[thecourier]

[She's right. The events make it a lot harder than it should be, but damn, there's got to be something. As they walk side by side, Dan's brow furrows deeply and he rubs the back of his neck, watching his feet.]

What if--... Ugh. [No, that's not gonna do it.]

A mixture a' both? Somethin'... somethin' we can stick on 'em that they can't take off. Hell, there's gotta be somethin'.

[thesamurai]

Hey. That's an actual idea; an implanted tracker, maybe. Have to be in a place they couldn't dig it out, like the middle of their back.

[ Otherwise someone'll just take a knife to their arm or leg or chest. ]

Think Stark could handle that, probably.

[thecourier]

Yeah, somethin' like that.

[He doesn't doubt some people here have the tech to disable a thing like that, but if anyone is going to be able to circumvent any tampering it's got to be Tony, right? Or Rick, but Dan isn't too sure that Rick wouldn't just rig it to explode.

He probably would.]

Reckon he'd be up fer it? Can't hurt t' ask.

[thesamurai]

I'll talk to him, see what he thinks.

[ Rick's also harder to talk to, so Michonne's all for going to Stark first, just for the ease of conversation. ]

I'll let you know what I find out if you want.

[thecourier]

Yeah. Think I'd like that.

[He wouldn't contradict her for a moment on Rick being hard to talk to. The guy has his own agenda, and if what they're talking about didn't catch his fancy he'd be about as useful as a bent spoon.]

Not talked t' Tony much, but 'e seems alright.

[thesamurai]

He cares about people more than he lets on. Keeps it pretty aloof, but he's decent.

[ She doesn't think she'll have a hard time talking to him. ]

Thanks for brainstorming with me.