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Somethin' Bad About to Happen (Arrival)

WHO: Wynonna Earp
WHERE: South Village Fountain
WHEN: 9/15
OPEN TO: Way way way OTA
WARNINGS: None yet

a. Initial Arrival
Wynonna hasn't been swimming since she was in Greece.

This water is significantly colder than the Mediterranean, and it's dark, and she is really not loving it. Especially since she doesn't remember jumping in to any water. She remembers sitting with Waverly outside, huddled against the -30 chill in blankets and parkas with the wine keeping them as warm as the fire and talking about where they wanted to be buried. You know, normal sisterly bonding. She thinks she remembers going to bed, but there was a lot of wine so it gets fuzzy after that.

She only struggles for a few moments, before kicking upwards, towards the light, and the moment she breaks the surface she clings to the stone edge, her face a picture of pure panic- but not for herself.

"Waverly?!" she forces out after the water from her lungs. "Waves, baby girl, where are you?!"

She's about to dive back under to start looking for her sister when she hears sounds of life from beyond the well.

b. Sometime later.

She is dry. That's about the most she can say about things that have improved about this situation so far. A change into dry clothes, a quick look through the supplies she had with her on arrival. She's got the red scrubs and a white tank top on, with the scrub pants tucked in to the hiking boots.

Everything about her says New Arrival- the look of confused panic mixed with curiosity, the pristine scrubs, and the fact that she's searching every face she sees for any mark of familiarity.

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[This is not Purgatory, and that is definitely not Waverly. Not unless she's she's gone really extra credit with a homemade ghillie suit.]

Holy shit.

[She starts to hoist herself in a way that is in no shape or form graceful, but it is fast. There's a very distinct lack of weight at her hip telling her that Peacemaker did not make this puddle jump with her. Shit. Shit. Shitshitshit-]

[Okay. focus Alec. You can do this. Just remember. Abby would want you to make friends. She would want you to embrace the humanity of this, not lean on the green.

You should do it for her.

He's about to stand up when someone says Holy Shit. Looking up, he spots a wet woman crawling out of the fountain. Ghost? some sort of...undead being? No. It's a woman.

A woman freaking out.]

Stop!...Don't hurt yourself!...I'm not a threat...

[Dare he give chase? That's helpful. The tree guy who sounds like a gorilla with a cold helping somebody Clamboring to his feet takes time.]

I promise! come back...I can take you to somebody who...can help!

[Ever since...the swirling twisting creeper vines his life had become he'd prided himself on being adaptable. Like grass. You can last in any environment. You can do this.

Fighting the ever present fear that someone could cut off a limb or burn him alive made a positive attitude difficult. Never the less, he started to move after her.]

[Wait... what?]

Wait... what?

[She kind of stares, mostly out of confusion as fear fades away. Normally someone this big and dangerous would be trying to kill her right now. Does Not Compute.]

[Oh thank god. Running should not be this hard.]

I'm not a threat! I'm new...same as you.

[Pause. She's all wet. He's used to wet but this is a bit more wetter then wet and the bunker is...well. The bunker is farther away from this fountain]

...You didn't come...from the bunker. You came from...where did you come from?

[He peers over her shoulder a few feet away. Clear water, no plant life, no algae...]

From there? Did you...come from there?

No, I just really felt like going for a dip, skinny or not.

[It comes out drier and a little snippier than she intended, but- well. There's a lot of stress right now]

Yes. One second I was home, the next I'm pulling myself out of the Dunk Tank of Despair.

[And talking to a walking kale salad. This is a lot.]

[Hrm. Moving past her he stares at the water, looking for algae, or plants or...anything he can't speak to.

The reminder makes him slam his big hand into the water with a growl sending a near large wall of water over the edge of the edge of the fountain.

That looks...bad.

He turns back to her.]

I arrived...in a different. Place.

[All the frowning.]

Let me...take you to the...people in charge? They could...help you.

Help me get home, hopefully. That sounds like a plan, Jolly Green. Uh. Lead the way.

[She will let the tree person be helpful, as things that large being helpful is not something she ever gets to see at home.] Where are we, anyway?

[Jolly Green. One big root settles above his eyes in a furrowed brow and he shakes his head.]

No way...Home yet. I'm still trying to...understand why.

Whatever keeps us here is incredibly powerful. [He blinks before looking pleased. Which might look terrifying.]

My voice is...coming back! Also my name. It's...Alec.

Tree-people name their kids Alec? [She seems pleasantly amused by him, now that she's more or less assured the creature isn't going to kill her.]

Oh. Wait. Unless like- [annnnd the other possibility seems to just have occured to her.] Shit, did they- whoever's in charge here- do this to you? Should I be trying to find a gun?

No. It's...a long story. [He shakes his head.] Think...beauty and the beast but both beauty and the beast turned into monsters.

[He pauses.] Can you understand me better? I think talking has finally come back...to me. I haven't seen any guns however. This place is...archaic.

"My sometimes-kinda-" she stops, not wanting to call Doc her boyfriend. "The man with which I have an extremely complicated relationship with spent a hundred and sixty years trapped in a well. I get it- maybe not the how or- what, exactly. But I get you."

[I'm still amazed by what I can take in stride. He shrugs his shoulders. Things are drifting back. Slowly, like wind blowing past him, slowly filtering in pieces of the things he remembered from his time outside of the green.

There are emotions too carried with words on the late spring breezes.]

If this be error and upon me proved...I never writ, nor no man...ever loved.

[Ladies liked Shakesphere.]

Focus on more...important matters. You're safe here. So far. There is something...at work here. We're at the center of a conspiracy.

[Wynonna's not exactly a lady, but she nods her head, vaguely recognizing it from classes she skipped half of]

I'll shoot or fuck up whoever it takes to get back home. I have a lot of shit that needs doing that I can't do here.

If you find a way...let me know. [He pauses.] There's not a lot for me there, but the need me.

[He sighed loudly.]

Oh thank god. I can speak again.

I'd be careful. Whoever did this trapped me and I'm powerful. [Unbelievably powerful. It's just taking stock of the truth.]

I'm extremely powerful and the others here seem to be too. Whatever this place is dampens our abilities.

Yeah, you- don't exactly look like a lightweight, Sprout.

[She's still a little dazed as she follows him, because it's a tree that is a person which is a very new thing for her.]

I'm not any kind of superhero. Just cursed. And the one thing that did make me useful isn't here.

[That makes him chuckle. But then grow serious.]

I find myself in a similar situation. It's nothing to be ashamed of near as I can tell despite how disconnected I feel.

You're not alone at all. Is what I'm getting at.

Well, at least life is varying up the flavour in the shit sandwiches it's serving everyone.

[It's a sardonic, bitter tone he's probably used to sounding a lot less feminine, and a lot more English.]

[Yep. He raises an eyebrow in her direction.]

This is true.

It's a good thing it grows on you.

Black mold grows on things too. [Sounding less better and more amused now.] Though you'd know more about that than I do, I guess.

I don't deal in the mycos. [He's done it before and it's...it's a problem. A huge problem.] The kingdom of the grey is beyond my purview.

[There are multiple kingdoms.]

There's a difference between fungus and plant life. Though we're close.

[Then he raises a hand.] I meant that life grows on you.

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