eat, drink, and be merry, for tomorrow the mansion could implode via magic

[thesamurai]

Who: Michonne and other residents of Wonderland
Where: The garden
When: April 9th from 4 pm to ????? (probably around midnight)
Rating: Let's start at PG and adjust if necessary
Summary: Michonne throws a party outside because there's nothing prepared to eat her.
The Story:

[She misses it. The house in Alexandria full of people, enough that it spills out onto porches and front yards. No fear of something shuffling its way behind you to take a bite out of your neck or shoulder. Just conversation, the sound of crickets and cicadas in the summer, and booze that's been scavenged with care. That's what she misses, and the people too, but.

She has people here.

It's an epiphany that's come with time and conversation. Just because these people haven't been through her world with her, they've all been through some shit here, and more of them than not have taken care of each other. Maybe that was what it was about. What you'd do for someone, not where they came from. So, she's taken it upon herself to throw a party. Before the end of everything it was the kind of thing she liked to host, especially pre-Andre being born. After that her time was split between courtrooms and midnight feedings, but she'd still done her share of entertaining clients. Then things ended and it became more about sharing scraps of meet and jars of food when they could, hoping things would get better.

They can. They do. Even without her family, her people, she's made a new home, a different group. People she'd go out of her way to do a lot for, and today they get a potluck. Everyone has to bring something; she's provided the main meats and drinks, but the party is open to everyone who offers an item for others to enjoy whether it's food or booze. Everything is casual outside in the garden, with people coming and going from late afternoon through about midnight when Michonne's finally ready to pack it in.

You take moments like this with the people you care about any time you can get them. That's a far cry from her early ambitions in Atlanta to stay alone.]

(ooc: treat as gathering style, make top levels, tag around!)

Comments

[luckynumberthree]

I can go back for some spam if you're gonna be picky about it.

[ There's cheek in his tone, but he follows her all the same, smirk lingering on his lips as he helps her start up a fire. It's clear they've both done this more often than most, Simon finding it easy to fall into tandem with her until they've got a bonfire going on the beach. ]

[thesamurai]

Ham in a can. Not even real ham, mind you. That's a luxury, gotta save that one for the real special occasions.

[The can gets placed on jerry-rigged sticks to make a platform, both of them well-versed in how this goes.]

How's married life treating you? Had to sleep on the couch yet? [She nudges him with her shoulder, just teasing as she looks back at the fire.]

[luckynumberthree]

[ He just laughs and settles down next to her to let the beans warm with a crooked grin, content and patient, even though he's sure they'll get some odd looks from people for sitting here waiting for a can of beans when there's an entire table of food off to their left. That's not the point, though, so he pays them no mind. ]

Hey now. I happen to be a paragon of husbandy-ness. Of course I haven't slept on the couch. Unless we fell asleep there anyway - that's happened a few times. What can I say, it's a very comfy couch.

[thesamurai]

[Those people just don't get it, and she's not that worried about them either.]

I believe you. For now. You're still in that wedded bliss stage. And speaking of, where is your prettier half? She should get in on this survival memoriam.

[luckynumberthree]

She's on her way. Think she stopped to talk to someone on the way down. [ He cranes his head back to look for her. ] She insisted on bringing actual food.

[thesamurai]

And ruin the magic of the end of the world? Nah, she’s eating beans with her fingers first.

[lightgunhustler]

Well, good.

[Jo grins as she interjects, pulling up beside Simon with her arms folded across her chest, having already deposited the potato salad with the rest of the shared dishes.]

I was going to feel left out, otherwise.

[luckynumberthree]

Impeccable timing as ever.

[ Simon grins and tugs her down on his lap to join them. ]

I'm sure one can of beans is plenty to go around.

[thesamurai]

Hey, survival rules apply - you make it work, no matter what.

[Michonne smirks and pulls the beans out of the fire, letting the can cool before getting it open and passing it around with the one spoon she has.]

Dig in, everyone.

[lightgunhustler]

[Jo settles in comfortably, sitting sideways on Simon's lap as she takes the can when it's passed her way-- at least they have a spoon. She's wound up eating with her fingers on the road more than once, and she knows the same has to be true for both Simon and Michonne, too.]

Cheers.

[She smirks, lifting the can as if to toast before helping herself to a spoonful, offering it to Simon a moment after.]

[luckynumberthree]

[ It is true, so much so that when Simon plucks a spoonful of cooked beans out of the can with the spoon he holds it up in a toast to Michonne with a teasing grin and a playful wink.. ]

Still say this is cheating, but I suppose we can indulge this once.

[ He takes a bite and manfully resists making a face. ]

Ahh. Just like I remember.

[ He's not confirming if that's a compliment or an insult, just passes the can to Michonne. ]

[thesamurai]

You know how hard it is to get dried, caked up beans out from under your fingernails? Don't care so much when the world's ended, but maybe this time, don't want my hands to smell like artificial ham hock flavoring.

[She smirks and takes the can, grabbing a spoonful and taking a bite.]

Yep. Warm around the can, cold in the middle. It's perfect.

[lightgunhustler]

Just like old times?

[Jo grins, idly ruffling the back of Simon's hair with her arm around his neck. Neither Simon nor Michonne has a lot to think back on fondly from their apocalypse days, she knows, but there's a hell of a lot to be said for solidarity. Beans around the campfire was a necessary bonding experience.]

All it needs is a side of Hunter's Helper. [Which is to say, whiskey straight from the bottle.] Not too early in the day to start drinking, is it?