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.

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sometime later

[quinientos]

Vasquez hasn't worn his scrubs since the first day he'd turned up soaked in them. He'd found himself a box with his name on it, filled with everything he needs to look exactly like the cowboy of 1879 that he is (with a few exceptions, because he doesn't have his spurs or his guns in his belt), but it's still better than the scrubs.

The same colour that she's wearing, even. Vasquez finishes his smoke, curious about anyone who turns up looking the same as him, exhaling the last of the cigarette to the side. That panic, he knows it well, but is he going to be sympathetic?

It's not exactly what he's known for.

He takes a moment to tip his head to the side appreciatively, because if she's going to look at him like she's looking for something, then he can look back. "You like what you see?" he challenges, when he feels her gaze on him.

Initial Arrival

[houmaprotector]

Roaming isn't something he likes doing. Observe and record. Who would have thought I'd have to remember the scientific method? Except it felt good. It felt like visiting an old friend. Ask a question. Where was he? Construct a Hypothesis. I'm no longer in my world.

Next. Procedures. Investigation. Then he'd construct an experiment. I don't know how I'm going to experiment given that I'm a walking swamp the size of a lab, or where I'd get a lab, or-

semantics Alec.

I miss Abby. Abby had a way of making him feel less like a monster and more like a person in a poor situation. Except Abby -

Sacrifice. He drags a big hand through his head. Focus on the science Alec. There's no reason you have to get angry or be frustrated. So far people have been...surprisingly understanding

It could drop at any moment but if he let himself give into despair... You'd retreat into the green and refuse to be human?

Hrrm.

He sits with a loud whump outside a wall, pausing his explorations to stare down at his feet and digest his epiphany. What would Abby say if you'd forgotten how to speak?

A

[oorah]

There's a bloodhound braying, that might be the first thing she hears. Frank knows he shouldn't come by the fountain, that he'll feel responsible for whoever pours out of it. But here he is, with a handsome gray pit bull who's currently hiding behind his leg like a shy toddler and a black and tan bloodhound with her face hanging over the lip of the fountain as she presently loses her damn mind. Yes, Aretha, I see the woman in the fountain, Frank's glare seems to say.

Wynonna comes out yelling and Frank recoils, the cacophony of the dog sounds (Aloe is not whining, who knows why) and this woman's screeching has him grimacing even though he knows the noise won't put them in danger here. He still doesn't like it, months in silence barely undone by months in normal volume. It's like being in black and gray when everyone else is technicolor or something.

"Can I... wait-" He sighs and grabs roughly at one of her arms to try and get her from going back under. He's not letting another woman drown on his watch okay. "Who's Waverly?" His voice is soft and gruff and his face isn't all that kind. But the dogs stop their freaking once she comes up to the surface and his hand is steady the whole way on her arm.

B

[nonstopnarcissist]

"I know that look." Like the dazed and confused wandering isn't proof enough of fresh blood in the village. Half of him wonders if the lists are going to update themselves- the rest? More curious about who all they keep bringing in. "It's the 'motherfuck what is even happening' face."

Tony's got a sooty rag of what was once part of a zebra print snuggie (look it's all they've got in excess, it does it's job) tucked in his back pocket, arms still a little grubby from the day's work. "You find your way to the Inn yet?"

Sometime later

[ataashihunter]

Bull might be everything but familiar, but he moves through the village as if he belongs here. The large Qunari ducks a little as he makes his way into the inn at lunch time, picking up a plate of food and then walking over and sitting down in one of the few chairs he knows for a fact will hold him. Unfortunatly for Wynonna that puts him right in her line of sight and he gives her a grin.

"They there.