Wipe Your Eyes And Wear It Like War Paint

[unraisehell]

WHO: Wynonna
WHERE: Tony's house
WHEN: Dec. 20th, Later Times TBA
OPEN TO: Tony, OTA Log Portions TBA
WARNINGS: Spoilers for Wynonna Earp Season 3 Episode 12, Anything else will be added as the scene goes

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There are three people besides Wynonna in the village that know about Alice, but only one who she not only trusts inherently, but who she knows exactly where to find after she's watched the anonymously sent video message. Or, well, after she's watched it over again enough times that if it were a VHS tape, she'd have worn the damn thing out rewinding it.

She looks absolutely blank when she finds Tony, and notably not wearing a jacket against the cold. She doesn't look like she's in the kind of emotional state to remember things like jackets, and that it's probably a lucky thing she remembered shoes. Her hair is still slept-in looking. She looks... rough, to say the least. At least the heat of the forge means the jacket thing doesn't really matter.

"I need you to watch this," she says when she gets his attention. "I need you to watch this, and tell me it's real."

The video shows Wynonna and a man with steely blue eyes and even more distinctive facial hair than Tony's, who's shearing lined denim jacket is splattered with blood. They're in what looks like a barn, surrounded by hay bales, and alone.

"I'm sorry about Charlie," says Doc.

"He died protecting Waverly."

"She was his daughter. He'd do anything for her."

"And ours is free. The Earp curse is broken."

"Wynonna, you did it."

"No," she says sadly, and starts to say something else, but the video stops there.


After she's sure Tony's understood the full context of the exchange, she says, again. "Tell me this is real, and not some techno bullshit fake, and why I don't remember it because even I'd be pretty damn sober for that conversation." Or at least mostly sober. At least as sober as she is now.

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[nonstopnarcissist]

"What?" There'd been the countdown on his own, the clip that he's ignoring for-

Fuck.

So many reasons, but he blinks at Wynonna's device and watches what looks like interpersonal drama. Or- shit. Something about her daughter? Something about her curse and he has to watch it twice, three times, a fifteen second clip into her life before he nods, core more than a little shaken, hands steady and solid as he squeezes her shoulders. "It's real. Temporal displacement is kind of a thing here, peeking forward or backward? Probably not impossible. I mean-"

And it's tit for tat.

"I got one too."

[unraisehell]

"So, what, this is what's going to happen when I go back if I don't die here? I have a chance of actually ending this curse? Or, I guess, having the curse ended. Because of course it cuts off before telling me how," she sighs.

"What was yours?"

[nonstopnarcissist]

"It's- a fight. Pretty much the last fight I was in before I woke up here." He tilts his wrist, letting her look it over. A moon cracking apart in the sky ahead and getting yanked down in great, burning chunks through the atmo at Tony and Peter.

[unraisehell]

"OK. So. Your bad guys are definitely way leveled up compared to mine," Wynonna says, after watching the clip. "With a buttload of cheat codes. But-" she can't help but think it over. "You remember yours." Meaning he knows it's real.

She plays hers over again.

"I managed to do something right."

[nonstopnarcissist]

"Pretty OP, I think." He huffs a wry laugh, scrubbing at his face. "But it happened. A lot more afterward but- it's happened. Seems like everyone else that has this on their devices it's something from back home- or at least a shade of familiar." Which is-

Five kinds of unsettling.