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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
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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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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"Drunk sounds real good."
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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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She's looking at him like a starving woman looks at a bakery display. A bakery display of erotic cakes in West Hollywood.
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"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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She doesn't make the act of undressing a tease, though she's at least careful not to just tear the red scrubs off. Barely.
"Well," she says, as she starts to tug off her underwear. "At least you get to appreciate this before the Brazilian grows out."
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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."
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