Somethin' Bad About to Happen (Arrival)

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

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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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Purgatory is a town full of friendly wandering farm dogs. Friendly wandering farm dogs that learn to stay the hell out of the woods, admittedly, so she doesn't shrink away from an obviously friendly dog. She likes most dogs more than most people, truth be told.

"Yeah, yeah. Take me there. I need to- god I need to check for anyone I know."

[oorah]

Aretha takes over supporting her as Frank turns away to get them on the path. He wants to lecture her about wet clothes, but it's a mild enough day and if it were David or Curtis? Someone he regarded a brother, Frank wouldn't take the time either. He also shouldn't be taking the time to indulge newcomers, but somehow he always finds himself here anyway.

"Sure," is all he says, shoving his hands in hoodie pockets and not looking to see if she's following. He hears her heavy, squelching steps on the path behind him anyway.

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"Thanks," she says. "Any chance I might find a towel on the way there?" she asks, holding her arms close as the water's chill and the late summer breeze start to catch up with her. Not enough for a chill, but she's certainly not warm by any definition of the word.

"I'm Wynonna, by the way." Wynonna. Waverly. Parents must have been the matchy-name types.

[oorah]

He gives her a look before turning to face her and holding out a hand for the bag. He pulls the peacoat out of it, it's wool, it'll wick the moisture away while they walk even if it's too warm for the weather. Frank holds it out for her so she can shrug into it.

"Frank."

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"Well, that totally doesn't sound like a fake name or anything," she says, pulling the coat on. She's not quite shaking, but the unsteadiness of her grip and gate indicate some mild shock, maybe. Shock that she's pushing through regardless, and probably can't be talked in to resting or doing anything remotely sensible.

[oorah]

"My fake name is Pete," he assures her in what must be the opposite of assuring, leading her on to the entrance of the Bunker.

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"Cool. Maybe Pete and Aphrodite would've gotten along," she says, digging one of the spare t-shirts from her pack out to better dry her hair and keep the water from dripping down her back.