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Wynonna Earp ([personal profile] unraisehell) wrote in [community profile] sixthiterationlogs2018-09-16 11:06 pm

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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[personal profile] quinientos 2018-09-21 01:18 am (UTC)(link)
Vasquez can't help his snort, thinking that this is definitely an unfortunate thing that he's not liking, but he's not complaining as loudly as her, so maybe he thinks he's the winner here. "It's not nice to tell me you want to touch me everywhere when you can't even get close enough for me to get my hands on you," he complains.

Slumping back in his seat, he reaches for his cigarette so he can start again. "Let's get drunk?" he suggests, as an alternative.
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[personal profile] quinientos 2018-09-21 03:11 am (UTC)(link)
"I don't get to be fucked or even go down on you, how is that a compliment?" Vasquez complains with a gesture of his free hand at her, like he's bemoaning the state of the world. Shaking his head, he decides to work on the moonshine like it will make him feel better.

He's definitely going to have some blue balls to deal with later. "You want a smoke? Or are you going to push that away too?"
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[personal profile] quinientos 2018-09-21 06:12 pm (UTC)(link)
This is very unfair to him, honestly. He meets a beautiful woman who seems to share his fondness for physical activity and there's a bubble around her that won't let him touch. Fuck this place, he thinks, and he decides that at least he can make suggestions.

"So instead, what if I touch me and you touch you," he says, which won't be anywhere near as fun, but...well, better than nothing.
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[personal profile] quinientos 2018-09-26 11:48 am (UTC)(link)
Vasquez doesn't know half of these words that she's saying, but it's good that she's getting undressed, which means he should follow suit. Off goes the hat and his vest, there go his boots, and he's quickly divested of everything with a wicked smirk on his face, settling back with his pants unbuttoned, but not off.

They might be doing this together, but he wants some dignity in case someone comes crashing in. "I don't know what Brazilians have to do with anything here."