sixthiterationlogs | 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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Bull laughs at that. "I am going to assume real bulls unless it is a very different kind of night than what I had in mind." He raises an eyebrow at her. "Did you ride the bull?"

"Real ones for the real cowboys. I only ever got on the mechanical one- but I did hold the record at Pussy Willow's for six months," she says, with an expression that implies this is something worth at least mild bragging about. "Considering how blitzed I was most of those six months, I like to think it was the equivalent of a year sober."

He raises an eyebrow at that. Actually riding bulls would take some skill. Something he's never done. "Mechanical?"

He grins. "I have no doubt. Would you be interested in doing it more? Could be an interesting entertainment."

"I'll have to keep my eyes open for bulls," she says with an easy smirk, leaning back in her seat.

"Mechanical or otherwise."

"It is a good plan. I've seen some creatures around here that resemble cows. You could try to capture one of them."

"I do know how to lasso. Get me drunk enough and you can probably talk me into trying," she allows with a half-nod to indicate her acceptance of oncoming Bad Decisions.

"Yeah? I wouldn't say no to a lesson in that either if you got that." He grins. "And well, we can figure out where to get you more booze"

She just kinda smirks, where other women might blush when she says "lessons with the rope, or are you offering to be the bull?"

Well, that didn't take long.

"Yes." He grins "You can use rope for a lot of things you know."

"I think you might be surprised by what I already know. And by how fast I learn the new tricks."

"Is that so? Well, now I definitely want to see what you can do." He grins and leans on the table watching her. "Any good ones I should know about?"

"Oh, man are you making this flirting fun but the reality that much worse," she says, and motions to the red scrub pants she has on. "Consider these a warning flag. If you've got a trick that gets you around the bubble these things come with, that'd be great."

Though she is eyeing him like she's surveying his durability.

"What bubble do you mean?" Bull frowns. "That some sort of magic thing?" Sounds like it might be, or maybe she just thinks the scrubs are a turn of. He leans back to take a look. They don't exactly help her in terms of making her hot but they don't hurt either.

"I guess?" Wynonna says. "Whatever it is, it's pretty insistent on not letting people touch me. At prettymuch the worst possible times."

She is definitely not pouting.

And by that I mean she is sulking.

"That sounds shitty. What if you take the clothes off? Does it still do that? Is it everyone with red clothes or just you?" Now the gears in his head are turning and he is trying to figure it out.

"If it came off with the clothes I'd have a lot less of a problem with it," she says. "It's just me. Here, I'll just show you," she says, getting up. Without much warning, she swings her legs over his, muscle memory guiding her into an easy straddle, one arm resting on his shoulder as she leans in to kiss him.

She moves faster than with Vasquez, at least, knowing what's coming this time, and moves back before the forcefield popping into existence can throw her off. She stands a few feet from him now.

"Now try to touch me," she says, spreading her arms, palms open. He'll find his hands stopped by the shielding force around her. "I'm sure to someone, this is funny."

He blinks in surprise, about to reach up and wrap an arm around her to kiss her and then she is gone. THe frowns reaching out and straining against the forcefield. Then he pushes harder, trying to break his way through it.

"Damn."

"I know, right? I'd have killed for this like, ten years ago, but now?" She makes a frustrated sigh and slumps back down into her seat. "The fact that it's just me- well, either it's someone's idea of a joke, or I have some deeper issues than porch-weed and casual sex can probably address."

"I mean it would be real handy in a fight but when you don't want it... that sounds like it just sucks. Hm. Maybe it will pass, or maybe it is one of the plants around here or something?"

"Not sure, but I am willing to keep trying, provided I have some partners to call on," she says, and leans back to very obviously look him over again.

"You do look durable."

Bull chuckles at that. "That I am." He leans on the table. "And I'd gladly help you figure this out too. Have you talked to any of the scientists or doctors here? Maybe they know something?"

"This may be hard to believe, but I'm kind of a shitty patient. And I'm not going to bother a doctor out here just 'cause I can't get laid," she says, but then quickly amends, "at least not yet."

"Well if you get desperate enough I am sure you'll end up going to them" He chuckles. "Is this something that is best to do in a bedroom maybe?"

"Probably. When I'm ready to," she says, figuring that answer works for both suggestions. "Though, I mean, we're not limited to bedrooms-" she adds, thoughtfully. "Actually, given the complications and potential for property damage, maybe it isn't."

"Hm. While it is still warm enough we could stay outside or something. I am not really that keen on freezing my balls off in the snow."

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