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

[bruvva]

[ It wouldn't be the first time that Eggsy has had to come face to face with that expression. Dean was pretty good at it. He definitely proved he was good at it a lot by holding cleavers to his throat again and again. ]

Really? You just fucking nicked it like that? [ Stealing a sword ain't like pinching a wallet. Eggsy is light fingered and he always has. Stealing stuff has never been a problem for him. Quick grab and tuck. Hiding that though? Swords don't fit many places. ] Where'd you take it from?

[thesamurai]

[She gets the feeling he'd have a field day with this, so. She shrugs nonchalantly.]

Who's gonna argue when the dead are too busy eating people's faces? Took it from some guy's house. He was always a piece of shit anyway.

[bruvva]

Whoa. Back it up now, love.

[ Because Eggsy is trying to process. You can't go from stealing it to by the way you were stealing it from the middle of a zombie apocalypse. Like what even is that? ]

Zombies. You was fighting zombies?

[thesamurai]

[She's explained it in all different ways, so being able to shock people is about her favorite. Mostly because it feels like that's hard to do. which is...slightly sad. The zombie apocalypse shouldn't be the norm.]

Guess that's what people here call them. We call 'em walkers. Biters. Groaners. No such thing as zombies where I'm from.

[So, no falling back on old horror movies to get a heads up on what to expect.]

[bruvva]

[ Eggsy's seen the films. Technically what Valentine did to people with the signal made them homicidal, violent and not able to be reasoned with. Which is basically a zombie. He doesn't know what kind of chaos was caused all over the world. It wasn't good though. ]

You never called 'em zombies? That seems a bit silly. Zombies. They're a thing. Well, in films and on telly they are.

[thesamurai]

Yeah. See. They never existed even in the world of fiction for us.

[It used to get to her, that the pain she’s been through, the shit, was entertainment for others. She’s mostly over that now.]

So, no. Never called ‘em zombies on account of not knowing what the hell that was.

[bruvva]

[ He doesn't mention that the films and shows have valuable info in them. Because they do teach you some basic survival. Not just run and hide. Hoarding is important. Get really good at running too. Rationing. That type of shit. He doesn't really want to insult her life or anything. ]

Right. Back home this asshole made this signal that broadcasted to everyone. Made them all homicidal and violent. Basically mindless zombies who just wanted to fight. Kill people. We don't got real zombies though. Just assholes.

[thesamurai]

We've got plenty of assholes, too. You get used to the zombies. [She does use the word here in Wonderland!]

It's people that start being unpredictable. But about that broadcast - brainwashing?

[bruvva]

Sorta. It triggers something inside of them. Makes 'em angry as hell. My mum got caught in it. She tried to kill my baby sister. Didn't even occur to her during it that it was her child. [ He frowns. ] They had riots in the streets. Fights. Wasn't pretty.

[thesamurai]

Shit.

[There’s a second or two of silent condolence before she speaks again.]

That sounds about right they. They’re mindless. Don’t care much about just eating brains though, so much as...all of you.

[bruvva]

Mine was only short term though. We stopped it before it got too bad. Before the whole world just started to kill itself. [ He shrugs his shoulders. ] I guess this is what that blonde bird was talking about. People having shittier homes than this place.

[thesamurai]

It's true, people do. But still. Home has people you care about, right? I'm not eager to leave constant food and hot showers behind again, but still. I miss my family.

[But this isn't about being bummed out, it's about eating and drinking and having a good time.]

You get a drink?

[bruvva]

Yeah. My mum and my baby sister. Got a few mates too. [ He can understand missing her family. He may not get the zombie situation, but his family was important. Even if he's not sure if Merlin is a mate or just another mentor. It's very confusing. He's not like Harry, but then again no one has ever been like Harry. ] Nah. Brought a bunch though. Figured booze makes conversation smoother.

[thesamurai]

Booze is always good for that. Hearing people laughing and talking, that's what this party's about. Thanks for coming out, being a part of it.

[She means it; if people hadn't bothered, then this would have been a bust and she'd be drinking alone.]

[bruvva]

My mum did all the cooking. I can cook, but it ain't stuff you can bring to a big party.

[ Sandwiches would be time consuming. He could have asked the closet for a bunch of food, but that just seemed weird and he honestly forgot he could do that. He's only used the magic closet for suits and alcohol. ]

Either was sitting alone in me room or cleaning my gun. This seemed better.

[thesamurai]

Hey, usually I'm alone in my room cleaning or sharpening my sword. I relate.

[And she really does, giving him a smile full of understanding.]

[bruvva]

I'm completely envious that you can say that and no one thinks you're making a dick joke.

[ Seriously. Totally jelly. ]

I should ask the closet for a sword. Are they hard to use?

[thesamurai]

[That actually makes her laugh out loud, which is a rare thing, so congratulations, Eggsy!

Michonne shrugs a little at his question though.]

I taught myself. Long as you don't screw around with it, I'm pretty sure anyone could learn.

[bruvva]

Definitely wouldn't screw around. Wanna know how to use one. All I've got is a bunch of guns which don't mean shit against certain things I guess.

[ He's been told lots of random things show up here. He wants to cover his bases. ]

Could you teach me?

[thesamurai]

[Michonne hesitates for a moment, trying to decide if she feels qualified enough to offer any kind of guidance at all. But she seems to decide he's right and nods a little.]

I can teach you. But I don't k now the technical things. Sure there's shit I do wrong, but all I cared about when I figured out how to use it effectively was living.

[bruvva]

Do I look like the sort of guy that's concerned with the teaching not be "technical"?

[ The only technical education he got when it came to weapons was from Kingsman and the military before his mum begged him to quit. ]

I ain't bothered.

[thesamurai]

All right. Then you pick the time and we'll meet in the gym. They have a little pace we can practice.

[She's never really considered teaching anyone before, but she's open to it, depending on how well he does.]

[bruvva]

This place has got a gym too?

[ He hasn't explored everything. He's slowly making his way around. He wound up in the swimming pool when he arrived. Drenched from head to toe. ]

Should I get a real sword from the closet or a practice one?

[thesamurai]

This place has a lot of things. Gym for the super powered, and one for those of us with more...human skills.

[Sometimes she lets people lob magic at her so that she can practice her defensive skills with the magic Regina tossed on the katana, though.]

You get a practice sword for now, and to be fair, I'll use one too. Just until you're ready for the real thing.

[bruvva]

What's the gym for the super powered like? Just made out of like super metal or something?

[ It's a joke, but he worries that's what it's made out of now. ]

Feel better knowing you're using one too.