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Who: Jamie Fraser + YOU
Where: Hanging at the pub
When: Mid-March
Rating: PG-13? Content warning: mentions of rape
Summary: Jamie has a lot on his mind and would love company!
The Story:

His wife coming back has been a source of such joy for Jamie, enough to temporarily relieve some of the heartbreak of the past few weeks. The recent event had done a number on them, on everyone, and then before they'd had a chance to even talk through the memories of Faith's death, Claire had gone.

Her return was a joyous occasion, but disrupted by the devastating knowledge that their daughter had been raped. It's been so much to process, and Jamie is grateful to have Claire by his side again. The question still plaguing them both, though, is whether or not to tell Brianna the truth; to shield her from it, or to be honest and then help her through it?

What good does it do, really, to tell her what happens knowing none of them can stop it, though? It seems a cruel thing, and Jamie isn't sure he can stomach it.

While Claire spends some time at the clinic, Jamie's decided to plant himself in the bar. He's never ventured here, usually preferring to be out at the stables, or in their room. But he could use the company, he realizes, and hopes he might find a friendly face as he nurses a glass of whisky.

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Klaus rather enjoys the numerous alcoholic establishments in Wonderland: mostly because they serve copious amounts and varieties of liquor, but also because they are a change of scenery. Between he and Caroline's new school and his own haunts (the second floor tea room, the gardens, the stables where he keeps the horses) it's a relief to sit somewhere familiar despite time or place and have a drink.

He slides onto a stool a few away from a redheaded man; his eyes passing over the name on the opened bottle beside him. "A good year," he remarks offhandedly. It's a rare thing to see someone with taste.

Jamie's been what some might call a "homebody," though he wouldn't be quite familiar with the terminology. Especially with the trauma his daughter had suffered only a few short months ago, he hasn't been particularly keen to wander far, but it's his family he actually needs a bit of distance from right now; not for anything they've done, but because of what he's wrestling with, to tell Brianna the truth or not.

He is, of course, grateful for the company when someone happens to sit beside him.

"A man with fine taste," Jamie raises his glass, nodding a little at him with a friendly smile. "Jamie Fraser. Pleasure to make your acquaintance."

He has family here too. One of his brothers, one of his sisters. It's both a blessing and a curse, considering what comfort and ails family does inevitably bring. Particularly his; the Mikaelsons have a reputation for a reason. There is Caroline as well, but like Jamie, he does not require alone time from any lack of content. They all have their own lives, their own friends, their own commitments here.

Tonight his commitment is simply to the glass in front of him for the next hour or two.

The name offered lights a new perception in Klaus' eyes; he's yet to meet the man he's heard Claire speak about. It's about time, he thinks. He wonders if the man will know who he is. "James Fraser," he says, in friendly recognition, the curl of his smile evidence of such. "I know your wife, Claire. The name's Klaus."

Michonne is, on some level, aware of Claire. She knows the woman has done a lot for the people of Wonderland, knows she was killed, knows she's a good person just from the things she's paid attention to. Never met the husband though, and not really aware of the time travel aspect.

Walking into the bar, she sits, not paying much attention who she's sitting next to. Her katana is on her back and this is, truly, social. There's nothing much on her mind other than wondering what's next now that everyone's guilt has been laid bare. What else is Wonderland planning that's completely shitty?

She hasn't stopped wondering that in four years.

Looking over at the man beside her now, she gives a nod before asking for a beer, settling in.

He's sampled some other liquor here, too, but whisky is his standby, his old comfort, and it's what he sips now quietly until he's joined by company. Always polite, Jamie nods at her with a flicker of a friendly smile, though his eyes quickly drift to the rather large blade strapped to her back. It seems such a strange contrast to her quiet demeanor, to be seemingly ready for battle while sitting down to enjoy a drink with others.

"Do ye know somethin' I don't, lass?" He asks with a nod to the blade. But this being Wonderland, she's possibly the smartest one around, armed and at the ready for whatever this savage place might throw at them next.

Michonne looks over at him, takes in the old time-y clothing, the kilt, and then just smiles into her glass before looking at him, clearing her throat.

"I've been here four years. How long you been here? Few months?"

No one's ever called her 'lass' before. She kinda likes it.

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"Few months now, aye," he nods at her, intrigued by her already. Someone who carries a blade so skillfully and without worry on her back is someone he wants to know better.

"Ye have my sympathies, being trapped here such a long time." Like a small child that's had a glimpse of a new toy but not been allowed to play with it, Jamie's eyes lighten up a bit and he sets his glass down. He'd love to see her blade up close, to feel it, but wouldn't ask such a thing of a stranger; she has no idea he might not simply do harm with it.

"You've had yer blade all the while here?"

Michonne shrugs just a little, turning to him fully to be more polite.

"It's not so bad here. I got kids here, anyway. Don't wanna leave 'em."

She also has a girlfriend but shit, this guy looks like he's from a time that makes her surprised he's not asking her about the color of her skin - it's happened. Takes all types in Wonderland. At the mention of her katana, Michonne shrugs a bit.

"Depends, not all the time. But the mirrors were here not long ago. Some of them like to take the opportunity to kill others if they can."

And she wants to be sure no one swapped with their mirror, doesn't want to let her guard down yet.

Unfortunately, many from his time do hold with slave ownership, but Jamie never has and never will. Still, he does wonder what time she's from, and where, looking as she does. Almost...like a warrior, of sorts.

"Ye have a family here as well?"

That, he can also relate to.

"I do. A boy and a girl."

She eyes him again, then takes a casual sip of her drink. "My partner's here, too."

Gesturing for another drink she asks him a question now. "What about you? Any family here?"

The phrase "partner," isn't one he typically hears when someone refers to their spouse, but he doesn't question it much, taking it in stride. "Keeping the wee ones safe wi' that blade, no doubt," he smiles just a little.

"I have my wife and daughter here. A blessing for me, perhaps a curse for them," he notes softly, tilting his glass of whisky around a bit. "My daughter's grown, though, and I only just met her for the first time when she arrived here. Christ, she's a gift."

"Oh, I'll kill for them," she says in all seriousness even if her voice is still casual. "I have another daughter still at home."

Michonne regards him curiously. "It's a hard line to walk. Grateful to have the people you love most in the world with you, desperate to get them out at the same time. Although...my world's worse than this one, so. Most days I wish they'd never have to go. I can protect them from the bullshit here. It ends here, after a while. Home'll never stop being what it is."

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did someone say whiskey and moral dilemmas

always a good combination

historically yes

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