eenie meenie miney moe

[thesamurai]

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.]

Comments

[thesamurai]

[There's a handful of people Michonne needed to still be here as soon as she realized she was back, and she was oriented again. Regina's one of them, and the relief at hearing her voice is palpable.]

Shit, I'm glad you're still here.

[She closes her eyes for just a second - get the hell back, emotions - and then clears her throat, looking at Regina again, not exactly smiling, but not looking as stern as she had when she was alone.]

I never know what it is, but you're right. Probably both. Feel like tequila tonight?

[madehervows]

[There are a lot of things Regina could say to that and if it was anybody else, she might let loose with a tirade about Wonderland but not to Michonne. To Michonne, all she can say is;]

Right now, I am too.

[So there. A hint at something more without taking away from what Michonne has been through. She cracks a smile at the question, because the answer is;]

More than you know. [She waits while Michonne pours, and then;] So. Do you want to talk about it, or should we just drink?

[thesamurai]

[Tone. Body language. Michonne studies Regina critically, but she'll ask in due time.]

Shots first, then I'll tell you mine if you tell me yours.

[She knows something's up, Regina. So, she takes the glasses and scoots one to Regina, raising hers to toast.]

To us. Because nothing else is worth a toast right now.

[madehervows]

Deal.

[She almost downs the shot immediately, but manages to refrain so she can raise it to complete the toast.]

To us. Because at least we still have each other.

[She downs the shot and lets out a gasp because damn, that burns.]

I think we're going to need a few more before we get into anything.

[thesamurai]

[It's been a while since she's done straight shots, but once that one is knocked back, she lets out a breath and pours two more. She has to do something, at least for right now, to lighten things up before they get heavy again, and she eyes Regina.]

I'm not gonna have to carry you outta here, am I?

[madehervows]

[Regina laughs and lets the second shot sit for now.]

No, no. I'll be okay. Living three floors up is enough of a deterrent from drinking too heavily.

[Never teleport drunk, guys.]

So. What's happened?

[thesamurai]

[Michonne takes a deep breath and let it out slowly.]

We were good, Regina. Everything was...it was good.

[But like all good things, it had to come to an end sometime. or maybe she's just that jaded, now.]

So, of course there's a guy out there, thinks he's the new world order. Delivers his messages with a baseball bat wrapped in barbed wire.

[madehervows]

[Regina falls silent, waiting for Michonne to find the words she wants to use. Sometimes it's best to push, but this isn't one of those times.

She lets out a quiet gasp, because there's nothing good about what Michonne is saying. It's nothing something she wants to speak about, but they both know where Michonne comes from, what fate could await her every time she gets sent back there.]

Are you...

[Dead, she wants to say but can't quite bring herself to.]

[thesamurai]

Don't think so. At least not yet. He had us all tied up, on our knees. He was...

[She pauses to inhale sharply, anger playing out over her face as she works her jaw a little.]

He was counting us off. Eenie, meenie, miney, moe.

[She's assuming Regina knows how the rhyme goes, what with having a kid.]

Whoever he stops on, it's who he's taking out. I closed my eyes. Didn't see who it was, and then I was here.

[madehervows]

[Regina is so, so glad Michonne doesn't have to go through all the trauma of dying. She did it once, 0/10 would not recommend. That being said, the situation she is in is awful, so there's only one thing she can say.]

Shit.

[It's followed by a low exhale.]

I know it doesn't mean much, but I'm sorry. For all of it.

[She's not going to try and make Michonne feel better about it, because she knows Michonne. Any attempts to make her feel better, safer are going to fall flat because she is, but they aren't.]

[thesamurai]

[Running her hands over her face, Michonne lets out a breath.]

I know. I hear you.

[She appreciates what Regina says, and what she doesn't.]

So, that's my shitstorm. What happened here?

[madehervows]

-- Ah. Well.

[It hardly seems important now, at least in comparison to what Michonne has to deal with. Since she's long since learned that other people are allowed to have problems too, but she also knows that Michonne won't think less of her.

She takes another shot before she answers and looks off into the distance.]

Robin's gone home.

[thesamurai]

[Michonne lets out a heavy breath, dragging a hand over her face because no matter what, she doesn't consider her shit to be more important than Regina's. She deserves a friend who can understand, at least, be there for her.]

Well, shit. He could come back.

[Maybe not the same, but still back.]

[madehervows]

[Regina just wants to laugh and really, she almost does. But she manages to suppress the urge and instead just nods. Robin could come back, but with passing day it gets less likely, as well as getting more likely that if he does come back, he won't remember.

It's hardly the worst hurdle they've faced, but it's just that. Another hurdle.]

He could. At least this time we have Storybrooke, but -- At least now I won't have to pretend I care about half the people who show up for the reception.

[Joking about it makes it hurt less.]

[thesamurai]

[Michonne smirks a little, taking another shot before letting out a breath and wanting to give Regina something to at least maybe laugh about. Just to make her smile so it's not all doom and gloom. And maybe she needs that too, to just be lighter for a minute.]

I got back and you know, there's a little...confusion as you start to readjust. So anyway, I kicked someone as hard as I could in the balls because he looked like the man trying to kill us back home. So, my apologies to John Winchester. Took him to the damn ground.

[whoops.]

[madehervows]

[For a moment, all Regina can do is stare because oh my god. Then it passes and she lets out the most undignified laugh she's ever given.]

Oh my god. What did he do after that?

[Cry, she hopes. Not that she has anything against John Winchester, it'd just be funny.]

[thesamurai]

Rolled around, almost threw up, broke my nose.

[She says it all as if it's no big deal, more amused that Regina's amused and actually pleased that she made her laugh that way.]

But he got it, once I told him what was going on, we were fine.