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entrancelogs2016-04-08 09:39 am
thesamurai) wrote in entrancelogs2016-04-08 09:39 am
eat, drink, and be merry, for tomorrow the mansion could implode via magic
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!)
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!)
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[Man, that life feels like someone else's, like it was a hundred years ago, or a movie.]
Never much liked booze in high school or college. I came into that during law school. Found out about fine wines and whiskey.
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[She wasn't great at making friends back then, truth be told.]
Booze was nothin' special for me, either. Grew up around it, meant it wasn't that exciting-- of course every weekend there were still a bunch of kids out getting drunk in a cornfield.
[Rural Nebraska life.]
Whiskey, though-- always a good choice.
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Kansas? Oklahoma? No, that's...that one's 'wavin' wheat.' Or so I assume from the song.
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[It had been good for business. It meant that almost anyone passing through stopped in for a bite, with their options as limited as they were.]
Born and raised.
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[She laughs a little then lets out a content breath.]
Well. This place is a far cry from corn fields. But the people aren’t so bad.
[Michonne smirks then, glancing over at Jo.]
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Pretty fond of the company, personally.
[She's on record as being pro-Wonderland for all sorts of reasons, with the people being pretty damn high on the list.]
We could do a lot worse, far as friends go.
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And that you ate beans out of a can with me.
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[That's real friendship.]
Good day. We should think about doin' this more often. Think it might do people a lot of good.
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