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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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[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. ]

Usually there's some kind of cryptic message we all get on our devices. Alice, Tweedle-Dee, Tweedle-Dum. Sometimes the queen herself. Then you know some shit's about to start. But once it does, most of the time there's no way to avoid it if it's magic. When it's just things coming at you, easy enough. Get safe. People tend to get pretty well organized for that.

Why, someone here you wanna kill already?

[ He's not interested in sharing much of his personal life at the moment, but the fear right now is very real, and the words escape his lips unbidden. ]

I would never hurt her. [ He can't. Realizing it's far too cryptic, he tilts the bottle back and forth a little, watching his own hand. The hand that held that gun to her head. ] She was a friend. Someone I thought I could trust with my life.

[Now, Michonne goes quiet, looking over at him and the scratching at her chin with her thumb. It's none of her business, she won't pretend it is, won't try to insert herself into something he's not ready to share yet.]

So. Best you can do is try to resolve whatever that is. I'm not saying that event's gonna repeat itself tomorrow, maybe not ever. But this place, you never know.

[ That's not happening anytime soon. He can't just be fine with her. But it's given him a lot to think about, because her life is more important than his own issues. Bypassing what she's said, Kurt changes the subject now. ]

The woman who killed you - she hasn't tried to hurt you again? It's over and done with?

[Michonne lets out a breath and nods.]

Yeah. It's done. Her sister, she's here too. She's...we're close. I died trying to protect her kid. It's a long, complicated story. Let's just say they're not all one big, happy family.

People have that, worlds where things that are normal to them are insane to us. [Yes, even her. She's heard things she'd never want to experience, even other walker worlds. She'd never want to go to Ellie's world, as much as it pains her to even think something like that.]

[ That she died protecting a kid is something he can understand. He'd do the same in a heartbeat. That she can actually say, 'I died saving a kid' and tell him about it because she came back from the dead, is something he's still having trouble believing. ]

Like the talking skeleton I bumped into when I first got here.

[She snorts a little at that.]

I've seen them on the network. Videos and such. Never spoke. How'd that go?

[Kurt's doing a good job distracting her from everything that happened at home, enough that after her next swallow of tequila, she actually puts the bottle down. She doesn't put the lid back on, just sets the bottle on the table for now.]

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