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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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[ 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.]

[ He shrugs a little, tilting his head a little to the left and then raising it up again as he squints. ]

He was helpful, actually. I just couldn't figure out what the hell he really was, or how he could talk. Said he was a skeleton monster.

Won't be the weirdest thing you see here. Actually, I guess it could be. But it won't be the last weird thing you see. When I got here, first time, there were giants - literal giants - and they were skinned. Trying to kill everyone. Have no idea what the hell that was about.

But it ended a couple days later, so. I guess that's the bright side. Things happen here, but they always end eventually. Some people don't get that at home. Shit's continuously terrible.

[Well, that was quick. She goes back to the tequila at that.]

Guess I have a lot to look forward to. [ He says that with a straight face, his thumb moving over the opening of his bottle as she mentions home, and shit being terrible. It must be for her. ]

Is there a chance you'll get out of that, whenever you get home?

Depends on who he decides to kill.

[She's know it's not her though, and she looks down, closing her eyes for a second.]

My world ended. Couple years ago, there was a virus. Lot of people got sick. Lot of people died. Then those people came back. Most other places have horror movies with the concept. Zombies. You familiar?

[If he is, that saves a lot of explaining.]

Yeah. Someone here told me there were zombies in Wonderland, too. One of those events?

[ Things just keep getting worse and worse for her. ]

Well, that's happened here twice that I've been here. Here it ends. Few days, holed up, even if you die, you come back normal. Fine.

[She thinks it's a joke sometimes, a slap in the face. And the fact that it's someone else's fictional entertainment is even worse some days.]

Doesn't end at home. End of the world happens, you lose everything, people die, they come back, you shoot them in the head. So. Been two years of that. You get used to the dead. They're slow, you can figure it out unless you get stuck in a hoard of them. Then it's the people. Every fucking asshole who's ever wanted a little bit of power.

[ It's a sad statement on the human race that even in the face of absolute devastation, when everything has gone to hell, that they can't work together. That they have more to worry about from each other than anything else. ]

That's a hell of a place. [ The calmness with which he's reacting doesn't mean he's not blown away by what he's hearing, because it's absolute insanity. But he knows she's telling the truth. He gets that sense from her. She's been straight and honest with him this whole time. ]

But some things never change, do they? It's always people we have to fear most.

No laws anymore is the thing. It's the wild west out there. No cops locking people away. No jails. You either survive, or you don't.

[And someone didn't. Someone's dead, maybe more than one of them because who says Negan's going to follow his own rules?]

I had someone. We were surviving, together. She decided to stay somewhere I knew...I knew it'd be bad. She didn't listen to me. I stopped trusting her. Told as much. Next time I saw her, I helped her put a bullet in her head because she got bit.

[Michonne looks at Kurt, then.]

Things are different here. Maybe you never have to worry about shit like I do. But I'd do anything to have more than that moment with her. I don't know what happened with you and this woman. But one minute you could be telling yourself....doesn't matter. She did this, it's her fault. And next thing you know, you'd do anything to take it back. You watch everything happen in slow motion and then it's over, you can't get it back.

[Well, she's drunk. How much she just rambled is proof of that. But hopefully her over-all point wasn't lost on him.]

[ Fuck. He suspects she's a little looser with her words because of the alcohol, that she's probably not the type to usually tell this much about her personal life. But it's out there now, and the words sink in deep, take root in him. There's a part of him, mixed in with all the darkness and pain, that still loves Jane. Because he was falling in love, and a day later, he found out she lied to him and betrayed him. But none of that could just be turned off like a switch. It doesn't work like that, try as he might.

So her words strike a chord, and Kurt rubs a hand over his face. ]

I don't know how to get it back.

No one ever does until the other person's gone and you think of ten thousand ways you could have.

[She takes another shot, lips tingling by now, and then actually closes the bottle, knowing she can't drink anymore, or someone might have to carry her out of here.]

What would you have said to her? I mean if you could see her now, it's all forgiven? It doesn't matter?

[Michonne's silent for a while, staring at the bottle, almost willing herself to not be quite so drunk already so that she can continue drinking. Self control though, that's all she really has right now as far as any control over things goes.]

I abandoned her. Knew I was leaving her... [She takes a deep breath and lets it out, closing her eyes.] Knew I was leaving her with people who'd hurt her. And I did it anyway. So. I'd stay with her. Be angry, be pissed off that she refused to see what I was showing her. But she'd never think I wasn't there. And she'd be alive now.

You know what they did? Locked her in a room with a dying man. Restrained her. He died. He came back. And she was trapped.

[She could have stopped all of that. She could have dragged Andrea kicking and screaming out of Woodbury. She could have, should have, done so many things differently.]

I'd have told her I was saving her from herself and figured out the rest later. If I saw her now, all I could say is I'm sorry. Doesn't change anything. Won't fix it. But if this place brought her here, she'd know, at least.

[ He can see the pain in her eyes, and he knows it must be so much like his own. He knows the hole in his heart is burned with the remnants of happier days, kisses and touches shared with Jane. He knows her fingerprints are all over him, that he was saved by her and destroyed by her and now he can't escape her. He doesn't want to.

But he can't go back. ]

You loved her. This woman.

[ I loved her. His woman. That woman. That strangers with tattoos. The one he doesn't know and yet who knows him better than most. He loved her. He loves her. He can't escape that. ]

[It hits her belatedly, what he thinks, but honestly? Yeah, she loved Andrea. Nothing else matters.]

And I abandoned her because I thought she made a choice that was unforgivable. But she was more than that one bad decision. I should have...

[Michonne just shakes her head. It's not the only life ever lost because of her, and still, Andre haunts her sometimes, moments like this.]

Just make sure you can live with it. Whatever happens.

[ His only response is a nod of his head, his lips slightly parted for a moment as he draws in a deep breath. His eyes carry the weight of the world, haunted by so many things. Putting the lid on his bottle, he stands up. It's too much right now, with so much to think about. ]

You gonna be okay? You need someone with you?

My wounds are old. And there's nothing I can do about what I'm coming from now.

[She needs to tell everyone else she's back though, needs to see others.]

I'm sending a message, telling people I'm a back. I'll be fine.

[She makes a mental note (that hopefully she'll remember when the tequila wears off) to check on him again. Because right now, he looks like the one who might not be okay.]

Welcome to Wonderland, Kurt.

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