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Wynonna Earp ([personal profile] unraisehell) wrote in [community profile] sixthiterationlogs2018-11-09 03:13 am

If I Have to Fall Then It Won't Be In Your Line

WHO: Wynonna Earp
WHERE: Various
WHEN: November 1-14
OPEN TO: Everyone. HMU on plurk or discord if you want a character-specific prompt added.
WARNINGS: Swearing inevitably I'm sure. Zoom seed use and allusions to real drug use.


Zoom's Revenge

"I should have known better," Wynonna groans miserably into the surface of one of the inn's wooden tables. The zoom seeds had been fun at first. She'd gotten so much done! Checked snare traps, brought some kills to the kitchen, delivered a bunch of now-mostly-dry firewood around the village, and had the most amazing morning jog of her life.

"I hate uppers. And I hate this so much."

She has yet to pry her cheek off the table.

"Never. Again."

It Followed Me Home

"No. No, I'm not feeding you. Stop looking at me like that. Shoo! I'm not your mommy- believe me, you do not want me as a mom. Go back to the other little river monsters."

The young crocodile dog has been following her for the past hour, and none of her attempts at scary motions, loud noises or other things she's used to working with strays. It had mistaken food she'd left in stealing distance for her feeding it, and she has thus far been totally incapable of convincing it that she's not a good choice of human. She's started to try reasoning with it, on the off chance these things are just pretending to be this stupid.

Cold Wet Interdimensional Autumn

It's cold out. But the hot springs are still hot, and worth seeking out, especially since her shoulder's still recovering from the dislocation Beverly had hooked her up with. She'd pushed herself too hard while using the zoom seeds, having felt freaking invincible while moving that fast.

She's got herself submerged up to the chin, and, thinking she's alone in this weather, singing to herself. Okay, "singing." But at least she remembers at least half of the lyrics! Look, Bitch Better Have My Money has a lot of lyrics, ok?

"Something something something- your wife in the backseat of my brand new foreign car-"

[personal profile] onesyllable 2018-11-18 03:01 am (UTC)(link)
"So it's been fed, and it thinks you wanted to feed it," he says, trying hard not to smirk. "Got it," he says, moving to drop down to one knee. "Hey there." He makes a clicking sound. "It's okay, pup. C'mere."

He waits to see if the thing that isn't a dog really comes to him. It sure acts like one but damn that's a frightening sight really. "And why someone that's not you, Miss? Dogs are good to have around. They bark when strangers come around, they can keep away pests, and they're usually nice to have around come winter," he says, looking up at her. "Not that I ever lived anywhere long enough to have a dog, but I'm heard they're good for a soul. Especially a lady and her family."

Even if she reminds him more of Emma than the typical type of lady he's known before her, and he's still getting used to the clothes. Not that he minds them much. Makes more sense in a place like this if you ask him.

[personal profile] onesyllable 2018-11-21 07:28 pm (UTC)(link)
"It's a dog sorta? It's going to probably like anyone that feeds it," he points out, squinting up at her with a crooked smile. "Least so long as it's actually a dog. Not really sure what I think about most of the creatures around here. Like those tall gangly sheep things? Never seen an animal in my life that shade. Not even sure I know flowers that color."

Yet he still pets the dog thing, giving it a pat. "Might be able to train it to be a guard dog. Might be useful, not that I know if it's needed in these parts, but couldn't hurt."

[personal profile] onesyllable 2018-11-27 07:22 pm (UTC)(link)
A brow arches at that, glancing down at the dog and then back to Wynonna. He smiles, looking at the pitiful excuse of the dog and formulating a plan.

"You got an extra bottle of that moonshine around? I mean, if you did, a fellow might be willing to take this scrap of a thing, and not hurt him, mind you," he says, holding up a hand to stop anything that might accuse him of abuse of the dog. "And find him a home. No killing. No harming. Hell, maybe my roommates will look after him, since it's not like he's got fur or anything." That coat had to have come from somewhere, right? "And it's all good. You don't have to deal with the dog. I can put off finding out what fully sober is like for a bit longer. Everyone wins, right?"

[personal profile] onesyllable 2018-11-29 11:17 pm (UTC)(link)
"Dowry just makes it sound dirty," he says, nose wrinkling as he gave a shrug. "Figure if you just let it be, it'll wander off eventually. Most animals do if you don't feed 'em."