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]

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.

[thesamurai]

I think mostly it's for people with super strength and endurance, but every now and then, people lob fireballs or magic at special targets. Closet can get you anything you want that'll hold up. But no idea what the gym itself is made out of.

[bruvva]

Fuck me. I would abso-bloody-lutely love to be able to throw fireballs. That's just insane. That'd get handy real fucking quick. Bet you coulda taken out double the amount of zombies you did if you could lob fireballs.

[thesamurai]

[She can't help the laugh, because she's a thousand percent thought about that multiple times, and absolutely wishes she could borrow Regina's magic when she goes home.]

If I could lob fireballs back home, we'd all be sitting pretty, have everything we need.

[She could have handled so much shit a lot better.]

[bruvva]

What if you could use the fire to make like a huge firewall? Like a literal one. Where you could sleep without worrying because they'd just burn up in the bloody firewall?

[ He sounds like an excited kid at this point. ]