Wipe Your Eyes And Wear It Like War Paint

[unraisehell]

WHO: Wynonna
WHERE: Tony's house
WHEN: Dec. 20th, Later Times TBA
OPEN TO: Tony, OTA Log Portions TBA
WARNINGS: Spoilers for Wynonna Earp Season 3 Episode 12, Anything else will be added as the scene goes

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There are three people besides Wynonna in the village that know about Alice, but only one who she not only trusts inherently, but who she knows exactly where to find after she's watched the anonymously sent video message. Or, well, after she's watched it over again enough times that if it were a VHS tape, she'd have worn the damn thing out rewinding it.

She looks absolutely blank when she finds Tony, and notably not wearing a jacket against the cold. She doesn't look like she's in the kind of emotional state to remember things like jackets, and that it's probably a lucky thing she remembered shoes. Her hair is still slept-in looking. She looks... rough, to say the least. At least the heat of the forge means the jacket thing doesn't really matter.

"I need you to watch this," she says when she gets his attention. "I need you to watch this, and tell me it's real."

The video shows Wynonna and a man with steely blue eyes and even more distinctive facial hair than Tony's, who's shearing lined denim jacket is splattered with blood. They're in what looks like a barn, surrounded by hay bales, and alone.

"I'm sorry about Charlie," says Doc.

"He died protecting Waverly."

"She was his daughter. He'd do anything for her."

"And ours is free. The Earp curse is broken."

"Wynonna, you did it."

"No," she says sadly, and starts to say something else, but the video stops there.


After she's sure Tony's understood the full context of the exchange, she says, again. "Tell me this is real, and not some techno bullshit fake, and why I don't remember it because even I'd be pretty damn sober for that conversation." Or at least mostly sober. At least as sober as she is now.

[MINGLE] Christmas at Liv's

[living_proof]

WHO: Liv Moore
WHERE: House 42
WHEN: 25 December, from late morning on
OPEN TO: Anyone invited and anyone walking past who would poke a head in!
WARNINGS: Nothing yet, should be pretty chill
NOTE: The booze is limited, but there is: Bourbon, champagne, cognac, red and white wine, gin, rum, scotch, and vodka

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I am not going to act like this is my most joyous, festive holiday season. It is, in fact, one of the worst Christmases I've ever had. I've got a lot to be thankful for, don't get me wrong, and contrary to the popular view, I don't actually have a problem being here. Rather, it's that other people aren't.

I am also not going to act like I didn't throw myself a little too intensely into the holiday preparations as a coping mechanism for that.

I have a tree! That part was easy; I have a lumberjack for a boyfriend. The decorations are a little thrown-together and there aren't many of them, but it smells nice, and when we're done with it we can use it for (more) firewood. I also got two big boxes from our overseers filled with exactly the ingredients I need to put on a really amazing holiday feast, which yes, is creepy as hell, but I'm not looking that horse in the mouth. Not when they included coffee and sugar.

Today I have a ton of people coming over, and loads to cook. Sam showed up early to help, and that's a bigger relief than I'd realized it would be. On the menu: Mashed tubers, bacon balsamic Brussels sprouts, glazed carrots, bread stuffing, lemon and Parmesan-crusted something-fish, roasted sort-of-goose, shortbread cookies, eggnog (tipsy and not), hot chocolate, coffee, and a whole lot of booze.

I don't know everybody coming, and there are so many of them that we've had to carry in extra tables and chairs from an empty house, but that's okay. I'm glad we all have a place to be today, and if somebody random wanders up and wants a plate, that's okay, too. The more, the merrier.