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Who: Michonne and YOU
Where: around the mansion
When: June 1
Rating: ~~PG-13 maybe? Probably?~~ Or R, ~~we just don't know.~~ WE NOW KNOW.
Summary: Michonne left for a canon update and is back just in time to not be IT.
The Story:

main entrance/foyer/whatever it's called

[She's going to kill Negan. The same way she killed the Governor, she's going to take her katana and run it straight through his heart. And if he kills her first with that fucking bat, she knows Rick will kill him. Bound with her hands behind her back, she subtly glances down the line of all of them on their knees, feeling rage seize in her gut when Negan gets close to Carl. Clenching her jaw, she listens to him go on and on, and she knows, one look at Rick and she knows, someone's going to die. This isn't a joke, this isn't an idle threat. One of them is about to meet the end of a baseball bat wrapped in barbed wire.

The rage fades to fear, something she hasn't felt since Carl was shot in the face, and she's shaking as Negan counts them down, using a child's rhyme to taunt them all. When he points at her with the bat, Michonne looks at him defiantly, but as he picks she closes her eyes, squeezes them shut for a moment, too afraid to see who it is before needing to know. But then she's on her knees in Wonderland, inside the mansion. She knows exactly where she is, and air leaves her lungs in a loud, guttural cry as she pitches forward, hands still tied behind her back, a sob wracking her frame with her forehead touching the ground. Someone's about to die and she's back here. Safe.

Pulling herself together she clumsily stands, taking a deep breath and looking around. One of her locs has been crudely cut from her head, but aside from that (and her restrained hands), she looks about the same as she did when she left. She just needs a little help with the ropes.]

video message sent from the bar (action optional)

[She doesn't go back to her room just yet, instead she goes where she knows people will be, people she can surround herself with and know she's safe. She settles in with tequila, starting a video message. It's recording for a good minute before she finds her words.]

I left. That's the second time it's happened in less than a year. But, I'm back now, and as per usual, nothing good happened, so. You need me, I'm in the bar.

[She wants to see the people she calls friends, family. Right now though, she just can't make it room to room.]

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[ He's spent the last few days since arriving just trying to adjust. He's talked to people, tried to get a sense of the people he's stuck with and what they're capable of. Not everyone here can be trusted, and it's gonna take some time to weed them out, know who to turn to and who to avoid like hell. He hasn't spoken to Jane, hasn't wanted to, but she intrudes on his thoughts anyway, right at the edge, and he can't seem to completely push her away.

He's heading upstairs to his room when he sees someone struggling, her hands bound. Rushing forward, Kurt reaches out to help get the restraints off. ]

Ma'am, you alright? I'll get you out of this.

[No offense Kurt, but you're not a familiar face, and for a second she steps back, looking at him like maybe he spoke to her through a second head.]

Who the fuck are you?

[Which isn't exactly a way to win friends, but she's been through something traumatic, here. And he'll probably recognize that on her face, fear, panic, general wariness.]

[ He recognizes that wild, deep-rooted panic the moment she turns on him. Most people would be grateful about having their hands untied, but he's been an Agent long enough to know a traumatic situation can escalate fear quickly. He needs to make it clear he's one of the good guys, here to help. So he steps back before he's gotten her unbound, holding his hands up so she can see he has no weapon. ]

Kurt Weller. I just wanna help.

[She's breathing hard just watching him for a few seconds before finally nodding and turning her back just a little, enough that she can bolt away from him if she needs to.]

This is Wonderland?

[She just needs to be sure, even though it looks right, she needs to head him say it, that she's really back.]

[ He keeps his hands at his sides, where it's easy for her to see that he's not reaching for a weapon of any kind and doesn't intend to harm her. ]

It's Wonderland. Unfortunately.

[Everything in Michonne just seems to sag, and her head bows as her eyes close. Wordlessly, she turns so that he can untie her now, and she's quiet, trying to work through her thoughts, but finally she speaks.]

Better than where I was.

[Although it fucking hurts, that she couldn't bring everyone here with her, just for the reprieve. Maybe things could get shitty here, but at least there was no Negan.]

[ He does untie her, making quick work of it so she can have some space again. Whatever happened to her right before she got here was a hell of a lot worse than what he'd been dealing with. But he can understand the weight of it, in some ways, even without knowing specifics. ]

Someone tied you up - what happened? Were you alone?

Edited 2016-06-09 04:13 (UTC)

[Michonne shakes her head slowly. He's new, she knows he is, she can feel it. All the new ones have the same look to them every time they see something you shouldn't in the real world. It's hard to describe, but she knows it. So, how's he going to react to the end of humanity where she's from?]

I was waiting to be killed with the rest of my family. Then I was here.

[She idly rubs at her wrists, wincing.]

Thanks.

[ The last few days have been a new kind of hell for Kurt. He's had stressful days in his life, moments when he felt like everything was caving in around him, but none of it's compared to finding out his best friend was murdered by his father, the woman he's fallen in love with lied to him, and his mentor, boss and friend is dead.

Even with all that, though, his thoughts come to a grinding halt when he hears this woman say she was waiting to be killed. Her and her family. And now she's here and she doesn't know what will happen to them when she gets back. It puts things in perspective. ]

No one should have to go through that.

No.

[She ducks her head for a moment, hates that she closed her eyes so that she wouldn't have to see who Negan picked. Maybe if she'd kept them open she'd still be there. But, she's not, so.]

I've been here before. But you. You're new. At least within the last week. I make it a point to know the faces here.

[And now that it's been a few minutes, everything's coming back clearly. This isn't a face she's ever seen before.]

[ She't turned it back around to him, and he gets it. She probably doesn't wanna talk about it, and he wouldn't either. Not right now, at least. Not with a stranger. So he nods a little, letting her figure him out. ]

Got here a few days ago.

[Well, there's only one thing to do for that, and she'll find her people here soon, but right now, she needs a minute.]

I'm going to drink. You're welcome to come.

[And with that she just starts walking, heading to the fifth floor, intending to drink as much tequila as she can and still carry a decent conversation.]

[ Drinks sound better than anything else right now, so Kurt follows her, not saying anything, just silently sticking close to her side until they make it to the bar. Once he's there, he sits and asks for a bottle of Lagavulin, needing the hard stuff. ]

[She gets tequila and doesn't even bother with a glass - she'll be keeping the bottle. Then, she opens the bottle and takes a long pull from it before letting out a low breath, appreciating the burn.]

What's your name?

[ Seeing her drink right from the bottle makes him smirk a little, but he does the same. He won't drink the whole thing, but he'll keep the bottle. No reason to waste a glass. ]

Kurt Weller. You?

Michonne.

[Rubbing a hand over her face, she looks over at him, takes a good look.]

What do you know so far about this place, Kurt Weller?

[Specifically she wants to know if he knows about different worlds and alternate universes.]

I know there's a Queen and other...versions of ourselves on the other side of the mirrors. Shit gets pulled from our memories, manifesting in events that are weird or even dangerous. We can get whatever we need for the most part. Most of the people here stick together.

And someone else told me the pizza here is better than anything I could get in New York. Now, that [ He smirks just a little, sipping at his bottle and wiping at his mouth. ] that's pretty hard to believe.

Then I guess you need to get yourself a slice of pizza.

[She can appreciate his humor, even if she's not quite at a point where she can crack a smile yet.]

Dangerous shit happens more often than weird shit. Everything else? That's right. Sounds like you got the grand welcome speech from someone. Multiple someones, probably.

[Michonne takes a pull from her bottle.]

Anyone tell you what happens if you die here?

Someone gave me a brochure.

[ Which is kind of weird, but it was admittedly helpful. The mention of dying, though, makes him frown as he holds her gaze. ]

What happens?

Evie.

[Michonne says her name with a touch of fondness, then just looks at him for a beat before speaking again.]

You come back.

[That's it, that's the thing, and she takes a longer chug out of the bottle.]

You can die five times.

[ For fuck's sake. He really thought, after dealing with the news of cannibals and zombies, and talking to a walking skeleton, he'd heard it all. ]

That shouldn't be possible.

Lot of shit shouldn't be possible, but here the fuck we are.

[She gestures around grandly at the room-cum-bar and then looks back at him.]

Besides. I've done it. Don't recommend it.

[ He wants to ask her what that was like, how it felt, what she experienced when she came back, because this is mind-blowing and difficult to wrap his head around. But he's a cop, so he reverts to his first instinct. ]

What happened? Did someone hurt you?

Yeah. Her name's Zelena. She's still here, too. We live on the same floor.

[It is what it is, and Michonne shrugs.]

I already killed her to make up for it. You move on.

[She's so passive about it, but she offers more explanation so he's not completely freaked the hell out. At least by her.]

There was an event where we were possessed. We were urged to do some terrible things, couldn't fight it. And the terrible thing I wanted, that I would never actually do? [She looks at Kurt.] Like I said. Events can be more dangerous than weird.

[ People just kill each other here. For revenge, for the hell of it. Or because something takes over. Some event happens, and they're not even in their right mind. It makes him worry now, about Jane. ]

There's no warning? No way to protect someone from ourselves?

[ He pulled a gun on Jane right before they got here. If some event made him do terrible things, she might not be safe. ]

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