IN MORTIS VERITAS

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[tobiasxalexander-deactivated201]

“You’re my mom, you made me it was part of the deal.“  She shrugged.  “I use to, some are rolling weird or not feeling right.   Maybe it’s just me.“

[ihatefunarchive-blog]

“I should have left you at the fire department when I had the chance,” Michele teased before pushing herself up off the couch and moving toward her bedroom to change out of her pajamas and into something appropriate to head downstairs in.

 “You’re clever. I’m sure between you and Caleb, you’ll figure something out,” she remarked from the other room. Michele had always had the habit of continuing to talk to Heather from another room.

[firstladyquincy]

Apparently the tea time small talk she’d learned to master half way through her husband’s first term didn’t work on the woman. Smiling politely, it faltered when she had the nerve to ask how she landed herself in the Wexley in the first place.

“I was here to speak to the College of Arts and Sciences at NYU when they essentially shut the state down. I was protected. My men served well but a way out of New York wasn’t foreseeable at that time.” 

[ihatefunarchive-blog]

Michele raised a brow. “And I’m assuming they were all attacked?” she pressed. Michele reasoned that there had to be more to the story. Specially trained Secret Service agents didn’t seem like the likely candidates to fall victim to a horde. “If anything is for certain, leave it to an apocalypse to act as a great equalizer.”

[tobiasxalexander-deactivated201]

“Did you at least wipe his mouth like a good momma?“  She grinned.  “I saw him when my leg was acting a bitch.  He offered a sock but I didn’t take it.  I dont want to take someone elses stuff.“

[ihatefunarchive-blog]

Michele shook her head. “No, I just made sure gravity didn’t bully him too badly,” she laughed. She then furrowed a brow. “No, you just like to take my stuff,” she added with reference to the vaseline. “I thought you had a million socks though. I can’t imagine prosthetic supplies are in high demand nowadays. I bet one of the runners could pick some up for you.”

[firstladyquincy]

“Then let’s hope this summer is a cool one.”

[ihatefunarchive-blog]

“Ma’am, I may be a lowly medical examiner, but after a few courses of entomology and even more hard lessons while living in New York, I can assure you that blood parasites don’t thrive in hotter climates. In fact, I wouldn’t be surprised if even the virus itself struggles in places like Phoenix that reach well above 120.”

Michele thought for a moment before speaking again. “Mrs. Quincy, if I may ask, how did you end up so displaced to wind up here? You’re the First Lady. I would think protection of you and your husband would be the first priority...”

[tobiasxalexander-deactivated201]

“I can do that.  I’d like to eat something other than soup too, and the diner always has something different.  Do you think Caleb will be there?“

[ihatefunarchive-blog]

The mention of Caleb caused Michele to snort a laugh. “Last time I talked to Caleb, he was three sheets to the wind and all but drooling on himself. I haven’t seen him in a while, so I have no idea.”

[tobiasxalexander-deactivated201]

“Thanks, Momma.“  She said but instead of going to get it she shook her head.  “No plans yet.  You?“

[ihatefunarchive-blog]

“Other than not eating minestrone soup and rice for the fourth night in a row, nothing. I was thinking of heading down to the diner if you wanna come with.”

[tobiasxalexander-deactivated201]

“Then it’s for me.“

[ihatefunarchive-blog]

She sighed and gestured toward the bathroom, despite knowing Heather had no intentions of using the vaseline for its intended purpose. “Bottom drawer. In my makeup bag. Try to leave me some will ya, and preferably without paint or metal or any other foreign objects in it.”

“Hey what are your plans for dinner?”

[ihatefunarchive-blog]

firstladyquincy:

“Or maybe they were created with the soul intent on mocking us.”

“I’d be less concerned with the roaches and more about the blood feeding insects. Mosquitoes, bed bugs... they could all carry the infection. It’d be a hell of a way to get it.”

[ihatefunarchive-blog]

Michele and Heather at a gallery opening circa 2013

[tobiasxalexander-deactivated201]

“Do you have any Vaseline?“

[ihatefunarchive-blog]

Michele eyed her daughter suspiciously. “Only if it’s for you and not whatever project you’re working on...”

[firstladyquincy]

“It is beyond me how roaches are still a thing!! Why couldn’t the undead feed off them?!”

[ihatefunarchive-blog]

“There’s a reason they’ve outlived just about everything for a few hundred million years and I can’t help but wonder if they know something no one else does. Ma’am,” Michele remarked, punctuating it with a nod of respect to the First Lady.

[shelby-walen]

“Did you break this?” Shelby huffed, pointing to her favorite treadmill before she planted her hands on her hips, eyeing the only other person in the gym. “It was working just fine yesterday and now it’s not working. You didn’t break it, did you? Because you know it’s not that hard to just, like, let someone know so they can fix it or give a heads-up to someone that’s about to get on it so they won’t, like, bust their ass.”

[ihatefunarchive-blog]

Michele glanced over at the teen on a tangent before upping the the resistance on the stair-stepper. She took on a reprimanding tone and replied, “No, but there’s a perfectly good one right next to it. Do you make a habit of accusing the first person you see when things are broken?”

[cara-kilpatrick]

Anything you can do || Cara & Shelly || Event 7

“Yeah, uh-huh, see I can do that movie.” 

[ihatefunarchive-blog]

“You look like a marionette in a windstorm...” 

[nypdmyers-deactivated20150519]

Booze is the Answer || Caleb + Michele

[nypdmyers-deactivated20150519]

He turned at her voice and smirked. Making a fake serious face, Caleb dropped his voice to a gravelly imitation of Christian Bale. “I’m Batman.” he growled and then busted out laughing. He wiggled his leg and nodded as if it were a serious observation. “Don’t you know I got this thing blown up just for the fashion statement?” he snorted. “And I prefer to be called Son of God.” he was sure his mother would have washed his mouth out with soap for the blasphemy but he didn’t care. “I wish I still had my video games. Never was for reading and I’m getting bored.” 

He took a deep sip, polishing off the bottle and setting it down heavily on the counter. “Sorry ‘bout your back.” he mouthed and leaned forward to lay his head on the counter. His face was turned towards her and he sighed. “Been out running mostly. Trying to keep people alive. Hasn’t worked out so well lately.” he pounded the counter violent and sat back up. “I’m glad you found Heather though. Family gotta stick together right?”

[ihatefunarchive-blog]

Michele just shook her head at Caleb’s drunken ridiculousness. It was a hell of a sight to see him disregard his usual law enforcing demeanor, but from the sound of it, it seemed as though he needed to let loose. “Son of God is a little bit of a mouthful. Myers rolls off the tongue much easier,” she teased before nodding to his leg. “And Heather went for fashion via cancer so if you ask me, you’re both twisted.”

She let out a light laugh. “Remind me how old you are, because I’m getting the feeling that you’re codependent on technology for fun...”

Caleb’s somber demeanor wasn’t lost on Michele and she reached out and gave his back a reassuring rub. “I bet you still to a hell of a job at keeping people safe. So far this place hasn’t been overrun by monsters yet. And yes, I’m glad Heather was safe. Words can’t actually express how lucky I know I am for that.”

Michele eyed Caleb. “Let’s get you up to your apartment. You look like you could use a nap.”

[ihatefunarchive-blog]

How close are you with your daughter?

When she actually takes a break from her art, we’re like best friends.

[ihatefunarchive-blog]

What do you miss the most?

Being able to actually go out and do stuff. Going for coffee or happy hour or, hell, just grocery shopping. And Indian food. God, I miss Indian food.

[ihatefunarchive-blog]

Vanity || Michele + Aaron

[aaron-singh-deactivated20151002]

Aaron snorted from where he was by the press. Grunting as he completed the last set of reps, he pushed the bar into it’s stand and sat up, wiping the sweat from his eyes. “You know, I could do your hair for ‘ya.” He said, meeting her eyes in the mirror. “Snip snip, a little bit of homemade ink or something. Done.”

[ihatefunarchive-blog]

A cackle escaped her when the younger man offered to help with her hair. “I already survived two decades of bad hair: the 80′s and the 90′s. I’d like to avoid a third...”