entrancelogs | fear makes you stupid; ota

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fear makes you stupid; ota

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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[Misty spends most of her times in the forest. Many have made it clear to her that they are welcome in the house, expected to use it, but except for scrounging the closet and rooms for supplies, she finds herself much more comfortable spending most of her time in the woods.

Currently she is working on her own personal project. Armed with a can of spray paint and yellow caution tape, she is exploring the edges of the woods, as far out as she can get before she begins to get drowsy and marking the trees and shrubs with both. Not only marking boundaries for herself, but for any others that wander out this way.

She also carries a small book, marking it in steps and on a map she is making so that in case the markers disappear.

Pausing, she cants her head, hearing a sound.]

Hello? Is someone there?

[Jean spent a lot of time outdoors. Like, most of the day. So when Michonne started to take up her silent patrols, he noticed.]

[The first time, he thought she was just taking a walk, so he didn't bother her. The second time felt like a coincidence. The third time, though, he realized that she was on a path, exactly the same as the last two times he saw her. This was some kind of ritual. She was making a job out of it.]

[Jean was out on the horse-path with Fritz. He held the young gelding back for a second, just to watch her, before he decided to break their usual routine and canter up. Fritz seemed a tad nervous around Michonne, and halted with some personal space still between them, but at a comfortable speaking distance.]

Just what are you on the patrol for here, Michonne? [Because that was sure what it looked like. Fritz stamped the ground, and Jean gave him a reassuring pat on the neck.] This is the third time this week I've seen you take this go-around. What's up?

[wynonna makes her way down to the beach where she michonne usually meet up for their runs together. it's good to have someone to keep in shape with -- especially when it seems like that might come in handy soon. the news of claire's death has wynonna on edge too and she keeps peacemaker on her at all times -- just in case.

she finds michonne patrolling the area with her katana. ]

I guess everyone is a little more on edge now, huh?

[Shepard doesn't really say she keeps patrol. It's not something she recognizes she does in that capacity- it's nice to keep an eye on people, sure, but she knows she doesn't have the bandwidth to monitor everyone at all times. That doesn't stop her from subconsciously taking out to runs instead of training in the gym, or walking about with her pistol on her hip to and from the shooting range. It's like a reminder that there are dangerous people here willing to protect. Or something. She's been here long enough that she's made her stance quite clear, she thinks.

But it's not often she sees someone else being so deliberate, and after spotting her inside for a moment, actually stops in the middle of her jog when she sees Michonne heading outside.]

Hey. You lookin' for somebody?

[Natasha spends a lot of time in the gym. No surprise there. No surprise she'd run into someone there, either there or one of the bars.

This is a nice way to run into each other this time. Mix things up.

She's unwrapping her hands when she sees Michonne, inclining her head.]

In for a workout...?

( Clementine has never been without her knife and at least one gun despite the lack of danger. She never feels wholly safe- That's a feeling that will probably elude her for the rest of her life, but she's on edge as much as the next person with recent events.

Especially if it happened for no reason like she's hearing. It means someone maybe just likes to kill people.

She sits on the front steps as Michonne heads up them, and she takes one look at her and knows. )

...patrolling?

[It isn't Dan who approaches Michonne first, but an entirely mismatched pair of dogs - one King Charles spaniel, one half cybernetic German shepherd - that come trotting out of the undergrowth with their tails wagging at the prospect of someone new to pet them.

The man himself appears a few seconds later, pushing a tree branch out of the way and ducking beneath another before he comes into full view. He pauses mid-step as he sees Michonne, then smiles crookedly and hooks his thumbs over his pockets.]

Hey. [His voice doesn't hold much joviality - things right now are unsettled, and he hasn't missed that.] Don't usu'lly see people out this way. Y' doin' the rounds?

[ the woman who meets her in the woods, announces herself before jumping down off a tree. She isn't worried, per se but it's better to make allies than enemies. ]

I'm not going to harm you.

[ She wears an armor of red and blue and while she doesn't carry a sword, she does carry an old-looking shield. ]

I've seen you here last night and two nights ago, as well.

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Forest

no subject

beach

outside!

gym!

no subject

woods

woods;