Somethin' Bad About to Happen (Arrival)

[unraisehell]

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.

Comments

[nonstopnarcissist]

"...Alright manslaughter is not on my list of sins before the age of twenty three, so you win that one." He pours himself a shot in commiseration before knocking it back. "Boarding school, MIT, house parties."

A beat.

"I come from new money, so." Relateable experiences are slim, he knows.

[unraisehell]

"Born and bred white trash. Canadian white trash though, so we at least got to see doctors," Wynonna shares with a bit of a shrug. "I probably would've liked you in high school. Probably because you could've bought me beer, but- wouldn't have minded having some Bueller-style days off in the Purg."

[nonstopnarcissist]

"Manhattan Business Tycoon Royalty from real new money. Like. Dad was the one that made the fortune money, so all the other kids at boarding school were assholes. Throw being the smartest person in the room since I was five and-

Yeah."

He shrugs, nails drumming against his glass. "I mean when I was a teenager I was at MIT making all sorts of shitty decisions. We would've had a blast."

[unraisehell]

"I ran away to Europe the second I could afford to- I was closer to 20 by then, a ticket to Athens is a lot of lap-dances for horny farmers who tip out of their Tim Hortons change," she says, pouring another shot into her glass.

[nonstopnarcissist]

"I...think I made a sex tape when I was seventeen? Its a bit blurry." For him that's saying something, usually he can recall his bullshit. "But you win."

[unraisehell]

She grins. "Please tell me the prize is more alcohol."

[nonstopnarcissist]

"It absolutely is." He pours her another shot, still nursing his own.