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Who: Liv Moore + You
Where: Inside the mansion
When: 10-1
Rating: PG-13, talk of people dying.
Summary: Liv is on the chopping block.
The Story:

[ When Liv re-arrives in Wonderland, the timing is incredible. Not because she overly loves being stuck in this place where she can't control the things that happen to her (but when could she these days, anyway?) but because she is literally up for execution. Turning people into zombies when there's a brain shortage is a capital offense these days, but letting people die of incurable diseases? That was worse to her than any punishment and well worth the risk.

Hands and legs handcuffed and mouth taped shut, her eyes widen as she lands in the foyer. Of course it couldn't be her room. She has to sort of hop until she finds someone, hope they recognize her, and decide to help her. It's as she's trying to scoot along that she remembers: she had unfinished business here, and now, in her urgency she falls over, groaning as she hits the floor.

Turtle-ing would be far more embarrassing, so she just sort of rolls to her side, trying to somehow get herself free. ]

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[ It's really unnerving the way people just randomly disappear here and come back with no rhyme or reason. When Liv leaves but her stuff is still here, Patterson knows she'll be back, but she's also preoccupied with wondering what she's going through back home. What new memories will she come back with? More often than not, it seems home life just gets worse for everyone who leaves and ends up back here.

So as with every disappearance, she's not sure when she can expect her friend back, only that she will come back.

She just...wasn't expecting her to come back like this. ]

Oh...my God. Liv!

[ She rushes forward, kneeling in front of her and pulling the tape off her mouth first, in one smooth flourish. ]

What happened to you?

[ Liv doesn't have to breathe, but damn it feels good to have that tape off of her mouth. Closing her eyes for a second, she really wants to hug her friend and have a Moment, but instead, she swallows deeply. ]

Just your good old fashioned public execution. No big deal.

[ She says that weakly, with a just as weak smile. ]

No big deal.

[ She repeats that with incredulity in her voice. No big deal. Bullshit.

Also, not buying it.

She knows her friend must want out of those handcuffs ASAP but that's going to take a minute and she just needs to reassure her. So, with an arm around her shoulders in a makeshift hug, she looks into her eyes. ]

You'll be out of these soon. And then back to our room. I'd say we could load up on ice cream but uh. Yeah.

[ Never mind, that probably wasn't super comforting. Back to business! Patterson pulls a paperclip out of her pocket, because of course she just has a paperclip with her at all times. No, really. Bending it so it's just a straight piece of metal now, she starts to work the locks, managing to get the handcuffs undone quickly. Almost like she's done this before... ]

Edited 2018-10-02 01:27 (UTC)

You have very many useful tools and I'm questioning why but also really glad.

[ As soon as she's free she rubs her wrists and closes her eyes for a second, just trying to calm her mind down, to focus on the fact that for now she's here and alive. ]

Thanks, Patterson.

[ When she finally opens her eyes, she manages a half smile that doesn't really brighten up her features like normal. ]

[ She's kind of a female MacGyver. Kind of.

And honestly, her friend just looks terrible. Well, she kind of always looks terrible - that whole zombie thing - but worse than usual now.

Gently wrapping an arm loosely around her, she just starts to guide her to their room. ]

Tell me what happened?

[ Liv leans in to Patterson a little, just trying to replay it all in her mind, back from the beginning. But she waits until they're in their room again and they can sit down on the couch to speak. ]

So, I sort of became a uh...human smuggler. Seattle is walled off now from the rest of the country. It's supposed to be zombies only, unless you have papers authorizing you to be there. Cops, teachers. Those kinds of people. Kids were separated from their zombie parents. So, I started sneaking them out, or in, depending. And people who have incurable diseases that are going to kill them, I...

[ She wets her lips and looks down. ]

They'd come to me and I'd scratch them so they'd turn. Forged documents with my boyfriend so it looked like they'd always existed as the dead. There's a brain shortage, not enough to go around, so it's a crime. One punishable by death.

[ The slow realization on her face shifts to a look of extreme worry for her friend. She's safe now, she reminds herself, but there's always that fear of what she'll be going back to now, what she'll face back home. ]

So they were going to - [ She reaches out, resting a hand on Liv's arm in comfort now. ] God, this is awful. I'm really glad you're here right now. For so many reasons. And if I have anything to say about it, you're gonna stay here.

[ Liv manages a smile that doesn't quite reach her eyes before she looks down, pressing her thumb into her palm. ]

My boyfriend and I were caught together. I...

[ She pauses, pressing her lips together and swallowing heavily. ]

I had to watch them execute him.

[ Patterson doesn't hesitate then, reaching out to wrap her friend up in a tight hug. She kind of doesn't want to let her go, now. ]

I'm so, so sorry.

[ It's not the same at all as having to actually see your boyfriend be executed, but Patterson can understand the pain of losing a boyfriend. It's not something she wants to mention right now, though because this is about Liv. ]

I'm here. I know you know that, but I'm here.

[ Liv lets herself fall into Patterson's arms, clinging to her tightly. ]

I got him killed. It was my fault, Patterson. First Claire, then I go home...

[ This is all she does. It's all she's ever done. ]

Why am I like this?

[ She keeps her arms around her friend, just holding onto her solidly. ]

I don't know everything you're feeling or everything you're going through. But I know that place you're in when you think that maybe all you do is hurt people, maybe you're just doomed to have terrible things happen to you and around you.

[ Specifics about how and why she knows that aren't super important, or at the very least, they can come later. ]

So I don't have any wise words about how to stop feeling that way completely because what helped me was saying goodbye to my dead boyfriend and murdered coworker while I was in a coma. I don't think we need to go that extreme here. [ Pulling back a little, she smiles just slightly, rubbing Liv's shoulders for a moment. ] You're one of my best friends. So whatever you think right now, there's way more evidence on the other side of this proving that you're pretty awesome.

[ Liv hears everything Patterson says; she knew the last time she went home she got hurt, but she's really downplayed how badly. Still, she tries to take in what her friend is saying and hold onto it. ]

Thank you. I mean, it's fresh, so I still feel like garbage, but at least when things start to clear up in my head, I'll have you, and everything you just said.

[ She leans against Patterson, closing her eyes. Liv's tired in a way that isn't really physical because she doesn't need sleep. It's emotional, and she needs this right now. ]

[ It's sort of her MO, sorry Liv. She's often trying to downplay things like that. ]

Hey, you know what, sometimes we all just need to feel like garbage and be allowed to live in it for a little while. I get it. But you're really cute garbage, for the record.

[ She smiles just slightly, but just keeps a hold of her friend. There's nowhere she needs to go right now, so Liv gets held as long as she needs it. ]

I mean, I try.

[ To be cute, she means. But that does make her smile a little. She doesn't move either, needing this a lot more than she realized. ]

I've watched two boyfriends now get shot. Execution style. If I could just...never have to see that again, ever, that'd be really great.

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