I Don't Want A Lot For Christmas, There Is Just One Thing I Need [open]

[middlefinger]

Who: Wynonna, Wynonna's Mirror, and you
Where: throughout the mansion
When: the 13th onward
Rating: PG-13 at most, I imagine
Summary: Thanks to some cookies Wynonna feels like spreading some Christmas cheer via music, while her mirror is mostly trying to just gather information. Prose or action, I'll match either one.

The Story:

Wynonna

Wynonna isn't known for her good judgement a lot of the time and she has a wicked sweet tooth so when she sees the basket with the different cookies? She decides to grab one of them and the one she happens to grab in the one that makes people want to spread holiday music. Wynonna's taste goes for more more pop music than traditional hymns which is why when she starts dancing around the entrance hall of the mansion singing it'll be this song. At least she's a decent singer so it's not likely to hurt anyone's ears or anything if someone is lucky enough to catch her impromptu performance.

After the effects of the cookie wears off she becomes a little more discerning and doesn't touch any of the other ones. She can be found sometimes breaking off parts of the walls to much on, however, and she finds herself spending a lot of time outside in the snow and if you're someone she knows? You might feel a snowball hit the back of your neck when she catches you unaware outside. She'd apologize, but she's not really sorry.

This is her first time experiencing a lighter event and she is going to try to make the most of it. She's not necessarily a huge holiday person, most of her holidays haven't been too happy, but the mansion is making it hard not to get a little caught up in things.

Mirror Wynonna

Wynonna's mirror has never been allowed to cross over to the other side before and she wants to make the most of the experience. For those whole run into they may not at first realize it's the same woman for her mirror makes not attempts to pass off as her Real. This version of Wynonna is much more conservative looking with straighter hair and bangs. Her attire is the oppisote of flashing, wearing beiges and browns to help her blend in a little better. She wanders the halls not to cause trouble but to gather information. She visits the places she knows her Real likes to frequent like Damon's Bar, the stables, the roof, and she even makes it out to the beach at one point. If people start talking to her she'll respond but mostly she can be found sitting or standing by herself in these places, as if she's waiting for something.

What she's hoping for is to run into her Real, not to interact but to watch her, to see what she can exploit when the time comes because her Real has something she wants, and while the time isn't right to try to take it just yet she might still learn something that can come in handy later on.

Comments

Outside!

[blackbirdsing]

Sarah hasn't really stopped eating parts of the mansion since this whole thing started, and she's not sorry either.

When a snowball hits her in the back of the head, she whirls around and grins at Wynonna, shouting. "This is snow warfare!"

And then she's trying to make snowballs as quickly as she can because they're definitely having a fight now.

[middlefinger]

Nor should she be. The mansion is delicious, okay? They will be in good company about that.

A smirk spreads across Wynonna's lip -- she's glad the other woman is willing to play along with her and she bends down to make more snow balls now.

"You'll never take me alive!!"

Ever the dramatic, this one.

[blackbirdsing]

Sarah is always down for having some silly grown-ass fun because this place can be a total shit storm. Gotta get it in when they can.

"You have to catch me before you're that confident!" And that's when the first snowball hits Wynonna in the shoulder and Sarah takes off running to find some cover and make more snowballs.

[middlefinger]

It's true. They need to have all the fun they can get in between all the trauma and torture Wonderland seems to want to pile on them.

"Famous last words!" Wynonna is going to chase after her now, lobbing a couple of her snowballs in Sarah's direction.

[blackbirdsing]

Managing to bob and weave, Sarah runs into the hedge maze and takes off her winter had, managing to fill it with about a dozen mini-snowballs before darting around a corner and lobbing two in rapid fire but a little blindly because she doesn't know what the hell she's doing.

What she does know is that she's having fun, and when Wynonna manages to pelt her again, Sarah exaggerates stumbling backward and falling over.

[middlefinger]

Having fun is the name of the game! Wynonna is hiding behind one of the igloos when she hears the sound of Sarah falling dramatically. She doesn't rush to help her in case it's a trap but she does pause in her barrage of snowballs in case it isn't one. If she doesn't here anything in another moment then she'll move to try to help the other woman.

music

[waverides]

It's a song that Gideon has never heard before. There were few times that Christmas was celebrated in full on the Waverider, and with many time periods of music, and even more songs, there was a lot that Gideon had never 'heard'.

The singing, and Wynonna's bouncy mood has Gideon curious. People have seemed happier lately, and that started after the change of the mansion, though she has no idea that the two are linked.

"Is this a typical song?"

[middlefinger]

Wynonna knows a lot of the more traditional songs, sure, but she isn't the type for them. They were too stuffy and boring for her taste -- and many of them a little too religious. At Gideon's question she tilts her head, considering it for a moment.

"It's become a classic, so I would say so. It gets played a lot on the radio every year."

( wynonna → gingerbread walls. )

[stagecoach]

"Pretty sure the walls aren't there for you to eat."

The comment comes from a voice she would instantly recognize if it weren't for the absence of the distinct Georgia drawl that colors his Real's tone of voice. She would know him by sight as well, if he wasn't clean shaven, sporting a modern haircut, and dressed in a fashion that wouldn't quite suit his counterpart.

[middlefinger]

"Pretty sure if they didn't want us to eat them, they wouldn't be gingerbread."

The voice sounds sorta familiar, but not enough for her to be suspicious yet. It lacks the familiar drawl. And that's not the only thing he lacks compared to Doc -- he doesn't have the facial hair or clothes that she associates with her boyfriend either. So she has no idea that this is his mirror -- if she did she probably would have pulled out Peacemaker by now.

As far as she knows this is just some random douchebag.

[stagecoach]

"Really? That's the logic you're going to roll with? This is fucking Wonderland. Nothing good ever comes from anything they offer up to us."

Like he belongs on this side, like his Queen didn't disapprove of them crossing over. Johnny had no interest in the ball or the other ruler's supposed generosity so much as the opportunity to harass the Reals in person. Especially this particular one, who means so much to his counterpart. He's watched her more than the others, save his reflection. She's pathetic, but an interesting sort of pathetic. Like a car crash you can't look away from, because it's just so goddamn entertaining.

Why his Real is interested in her beyond the amusement to be found in watching her crash and burn is beyond him. But then again, Doc Holliday is a pathetic mess unto himself.

[middlefinger]

"Yeah, but the walls aren't trying to kill me so you know, I'm going to consider this one a win."

As if to prove her point she pulls off another chuck from the wall, stuffing it in her face. She chews slowly and deliberately, as if she's really savoring it. If this guy was going to be a jack ass to her she could be one right back at him.

She'd be the first to admit she's a train wreck.

[stagecoach]

He just laughs, as if this childish display on her part is the most amusing thing he's seen all day. (It is.)

"Wow, what a catch you are. Whoever has the misfortune of being wrapped around your finger must be real proud."

[middlefinger]

The laugh makes her tense up in annoyance. And how does he know she has anyone wrapped around her finger? That seems oddly specific though she can't exactly put why. Doc is wrapped around her finger, and sometimes she uses that to her advantage (a lot of the time if she's being totally hones, which she's not) but how would he know that?

"Whatever, I'm not going to be concerned about the opinion of some douchebag who thinks he's so cool he has to wear sunglasses inside like he thinks he's David Caruso."

[outstandingbalance]

"I wouldn't have pegged you for a singer," Natasha comments when the song finishes up, brows quirked in a question. Call it suspicion or curiosity. If the Christmas carols stop at one, Natasha is willing to call it harmless. If this keeps up and she can't stop, she'll reassess.

[middlefinger]

"I'm not normally, but I couldn't --" And before Wynonna can finish that sentence she finds herself suddenly singing the first couple verses of an older classic this time. It takes all her will power to get herself to stop before finishing.

"That's really weird -- it's like I don't have any say in it."

[outstandingbalance]

Yeah, when it happens again, it's more concerning. Natasha frowns, glancing around. Maybe to see if they're being watched, or just to gauge if anyone else is busting out with a holiday song or two.

"You okay otherwise?"

[middlefinger]

"Yeah, I don't feel sick or anything." Which is good, she supposes. As far as strange reactions can go, bursting out in song isn't as bad as some things could be.

[outstandingbalance]

"Good to know it's not food poisoning." But the fact she's not sick isn't all that reassuring. Not when whatever's going on is affecting people's behavior. "Think it's going to happen again? No urge to bust into Last Christmas?"

[middlefinger]

"I think it's passed -- so we're spared any impromptu bursts of Wham." She supposes compared to a lot of things, bursting out into song randomly is tame by Wonderland standards but having her free will stripped from her wasn't exactly something she'd consider fun.

entrance hall.

[interpersonal]

( granted, elena doesn't know wynonna too well -- yet. beyond the fact she likes to frequent damon's bar, they haven't had the chance to interact much. mostly because their lives tend to be set on fire more often than not, but you know. details. it's been a while since elena heard that song, so she follows its source.

not what she was expecting, we'll be honest. )

Someone's getting in the holiday mood.

Re: entrance hall.

[middlefinger]

[wynonna doesn't know elena that well either, they've talked a couple of times and wynonna goes to damon's bar enough that she sees elena around but wonderland makes it difficult sometimes to make connections with people --especially lately when it had felt like one disaster kept following another.

comparatively speaking, being prompted to sing christmas songs without a choice isn't as bad as some of the other things.]

Yeah. And not totally by choice, either.

[interpersonal]

( realization dawns across her features, and it's joined with a touch of sympathy. )

Wonderland strikes again?

( elena should've figured some of the holiday cheer she has witnessed among wonderland's residents couldn't entirely be genuine, not with how the past couple of months have been, but she'd hoped. ) You've got a nice voice, though.

[middlefinger]

It would seem -- I'd advise against the cookies.

[except they had been hard to resist -- not that wynonna needed much coaxing, she isn't always known for her better judgement.]

Thanks. Waverly's the real singer, but I do alright.

[interpersonal]

I met her. Just the once, but she told me she was your sister.

( it's nice to know that wynonna has family here now. she could see the affection in waverly when they talked about her. )