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Who: Michonne + You
Where: The bar
When: Feb. 13th
Rating: Let's start at PG-13 for light cussing and we can move it up from there if we need to
Summary: Carl was here. Now he's gone. Quick as that. (prose or brackets is fine, will match!)
The Story:

[She goes to the bar at eleven in the morning after spending the beginning of the morning being as sure as she can that Carl really is gone. No trace of him, no sign that he was even here for a couple weeks.

Weeks.

Not months, not some good length of time.

Weeks. Just long enough for her to think it'd be nice to have some kind of get together at her place to introduce him to people, rather than drag him around the mansion. Just long enough for her to think others might show up, give her a little bit of hope. In all honesty, she should have known better. That shit was too good to be true, and she's learned in the past few years, good things never last. Not Andrea, not the prison, not Alexandria.

So, she's at the bar, and she realizes she has no one to tell about this disappearance because she didn't get to say anything to anyone about him when he was here. She was selfish with him so that she could enjoy it, something that was just hers for a while, her own happiness, and now there's no one else who knows what she's drinking herself into oblivion for. Except Regina; she realizes it around four shots in. During the last event, she pointed him out, proud that he was there, that she could finally say she had someone from home. Dragging out her messenger, she sends a quick text to Regina (Not too early for tequila.) She doesn't want to say outright that Carl is gone so she leaves it at that. Maybe it is too early for this, maybe she's with her kid, her family. All of her family.]

Goddammit.

[Her single utterance is muttered to no one in particular before she takes another shot, then just takes a bottle of whiskey, sitting hunched over the bar, her entire body rigid, jaw clenched. She knows she'll never go back to the 'fuck people' mentality and isolate herself, there are still too many in the mansion who do care - she can admit that. But Carl's gone, her family, and she's pissed as hell at Wonderland today.]

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No, I don't. But I'll take you at your word that you've seen worse conditions than this and be glad I'm not where you come from.

_{[Some of the dots start to connect. The thing about people reviving from death.... Right, he's heard of that. Without seeing that miracle for himself, he'd be willing to discount it as the product of overactive imaginations, but it's a too commonly-held belief for him to merely ignore. Anders can see now what she's getting at. If he believed in second chances, if he had loved ones he feared for and wanted to keep safe...

Put in those terms, Wonderland would look appealing.

He considers the bar where he rests against it for a second, then clucks his tongue softly.]}

Well, I'm sorry, a portal to and from here isn't in my bag of magic tricks, unfortunately for the both of us. I can, however, promise nothing's going to destroy this place on my watch. And offer my hope that you're reunited with those you've been separated from soon.

[She knows there are others trying to figure out the stupid magic of Wonderland, but at his assertion, Michonne turns her head to look at him, squinting a little.]

That’s a bold promise. You in charge of how bad things get here, or something?

_{[Anders' smile takes on a carefree sunniness. He's not normally one to take oaths lightly, but go big or go home, right? Getting home just so happens to be his end goal.]}

Just someone invested in surviving. I'm Anders.

Michonne. And I get that. Even if you think it's crazy I'd want people here.

[She's over it. It is what it is, and she takes a long drink from the bottle, licking her lips after. They're...a little tingly.]

To each their own, right?

_{[Circumstances being what they are, he'll skip the part about it being a pleasure to make her acquaintance. Maybe later when she's more sober and not neck-deep in personal tragedy.]}

It's not crazy to want to save your skin. If it were, we'd all be crazy for wanting a better life.

_{[So if Wonderland represents an improvement on things, that's... great, he supposes? He, for one, prefers a place he can leave willingly when need be, but his issues with being controlled are his own particular brand of crazy.

He utters a humored chuckle in an attempt to stop her from thinking he's criticizing her and her sadness.]}

And who wouldn't want to live in a mansion? Believe me, the free food and drinks aren't lost on me. _{[He gives the bar top a light slap and starts to straighten, seeing this as his cue to move on by.]} At any rate, sorry to hear about your loss. Don't let me keep you from the liquid comfort.

[She thinks, maybe, if it were better timing, they could have a good conversation. She’ll try and remember him for the future, maybe try again. She can’t find it in her to feel bad for not being good company, but later. Later she’ll talk to him again.]

You take care. [It’s all she can offer right at the moment, but she raises her bottle in a goodbye salute, hoping he gets that she’s not normally an ass to this degree.]

I always do.

_{[His smile turns vaguely roguish as he makes his way past.]}

And right back at you, stranger. I've gotten the impression saying goodbye to people isn't anything new in our home away from home, but you never know. A reunion could be in the cards for you.

_{[So Michonne should hang in there. Drink it away, cry it out, get angry, and... keep fighting. Easier said than done some days, but it's the best recipe Anders knows for pushing on.]}

Edited 2016-03-05 06:54 (UTC)