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

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

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.

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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."

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."

"See, if I was going for the David Caruso motif, I would have put them on as I quipped wittily at you to punctuate my statements. Lucky for you, I don't need to piggyback on a cliché. You on the other hand..."

Are a goddamn lost cause. Has been from the start. And no amount of love or acceptance from his Real or anyone else in this trash version of Wonderland can fix what's broken in her.

Edited 2017-12-16 10:52 (UTC)

The fact that he gets her pop culture reference is just another reason why she doesn't put two and two together about who she's actually talking to --- her Doc wouldn't know who the fuck David Caruso was.

"Are you going for just a general asshole motif then? Cause I gotta say, that's working for you." Somebody else might realize that he was clearly trying to bait her and refuse to answer to it -- Wynonna is not those people.

"And I? Don't know you. But you seem to know me, or at least you think you do."

"Oh, but you do. See, we've spoken before. I wouldn't expect you to remember."

Insult? Very much so.

"I talk to a lot of people, if I don't remember you than you must not be memorable."

See, she can insult right back.

"Oh, I assure you," he reaches up to push his sunglasses up to rest on top of his head instead of the bridge of his nose, no longer obscuring his gaze from her, "I very much am."

It's the eyes that do it. Those impossibly blue eyes that she knows so well. She would know them anywhere. It's easy to recall now a conversation she had had with him over the mirror, around when she and Doc had first started dating (not that either one of them had called it that then).

"Johnny." Without a second thought she pulls out Peacemaker and points it at him because if this is Doc's mirror than that means he's dangerous. But what she doesn't expect is for her gun to begin to glow orange as she points it at him. The runes and marking glow in the way they only do in the presence of something demonic.

Her brows furrow in confusion. "You're a revenant." That explained a few things. And presented a million other questions. Like why Wyatt would have killed him. She knew that Wyatt and Doc had fought after he chose to take the ring from Constance Clootie -- and Doc had been put in the well before they could ever reconcile -- but this would be something far more than that.

Edited 2017-12-16 11:27 (UTC)

Impulsive as always. Johnny had been practically banking on her following through with impulse, on pulling that gun on him. It exposed him, but it also wounded her. She knew who he was and now she knew what he was. Her precious Doc Holliday, a revenant. He may not the Real Doc Holliday, but he still had the man's face and voice and eyes — he was Made in his image, after all. Just a slightly different one that followed a stream of alternate (but entirely possible) events.

Red bleeds into the blue of his eyes and mark on his chest can be seen glowing through the thin white fabric of his shirt. The bulk of it is obscured by his jacket, but the corners of it peek out, making it clear just where the mark lies: over his heart.

"Not too sharp," he speaks deliberately with Doc's accent this time, rubbing salt into a wound he's already torn into her. "Honestly, what did you expect, darlin'? They were not always on the best of terms. Surely he's told you 'bout that by now."

What did you expect

That's the million dollar question, isn't it? She's not sure, honestly. Maybe she had been deluding herself by not even being willing to consider the option after the first time they talked. Even then -- even when their relationship was little more than sex -- she didn't want to believe that Doc could be one the things she has to put down. When they first arrived she had promised Doc if it came down to it she wouldn't hesitate to kill his mirror and she knows that's still true. She killed Willa, when it came down to it, but she hadn't expected his mirror to be a creature that only she could kill. That feels unbelievably cruel, even for this place. She is so tired of having to kill the people she loves.

And it is in that moment that something becomes crystal clear to her, something that she had been trying to ignore even as it became more and more abundantly clear over time: she loved Doc. Fuck. She tries to bury that emotion down because right now? It's a weakness, something he could try to use and exploit. Something he is already using as the accent she knows so well creeps back into his voice.

Her mouth feels dry and for once in her life, Wynonna feels speechless.

"Of course he did," She finally manages to spit out. "But I didn't think it would ever get that bad."

Perhaps she didn't want to think it possible. She's not a huge fan of Wyatt for a variety of personal reasons but despite all the things she knows about her ancestor it's hard to imagine him killing his best friend -- but she remembers what Doc told her about the last time they talked. How Constance Clootie had given Doc the ring as a way to punish Wyatt personally.

She wishes it was impossible to believe, the problem is that it isn't and she isn't sure what to do with that.

His Real being in a relationship with her only works to his advantage, for it makes wounding her a simpler task. All he has to do is be himself, a walking contrast to the man she's grown to love — and worse, shades of him that could have been, had history's path been slightly altered. He knows she has difficulty questioning it, that it's entirely possible this could have happened to her Doc Holliday. It's pissing her off, upsetting her... And he's practically basking in it.

"Oh, but it could have. And in the shape of my design, it did." He keeps the accent up, just to be even more of an ass. "Poor little heir. Always faced with the hard choices, always losing people to her legacy. Never the winner. Never the champion. Never the hero people thank, only the problem they wish would go away."

It does piss her off. His words wound her, shades of things other people have told her, things she's thought about herself more than once. Worries and insecurities that she's confessed to her Doc only for him to soothe and reassure her that it wasn't true. It is hard to reconcile the man standing before her with the one who is so blindly devoted to her.

"Is that the best you have? Because honestly, you're going to have to be a little more original than that if you think you can get to me," She barks out, her jaw clenching in annoyance. She has a terrible poker face and if Johnny is anything like Doc then he can see right through her.

Which honestly just pisses her off even more.

"Besides, I think we both know only one of us is going to go away in this situation."

She doesn't hesitate before pulling the trigger but when Peacemaker should have delivered a bullet to his head, ending his revenant existence it instead shoots out a couple of dark, licorice gum drops pelting him in the head instead.

....What the hell?

Johnny laughs, loud and crisp as he claps his hands together in amusement.

"Foiled again!" He shouts in delight, dropping the accent. "This is a special time of year. Death isn't something you can invoke right now, little heir. Not even the kind that only you can bring about."

Wynonna isn't looking at him so much as staring at Peacemaker like it had personally betrayed her. Which, it kind of had. But it sounds like it wasn't it's choice.

"Stop calling me that. I'm more than just the heir."

In fact, here in Wonderlan she hasn't really had to be the heir at all. It's one of the things she's liked best about this place, even if she rarely verbally acknowledges it.

"Oh, and what would you have me call you instead? She who holds Doc Holliday's leash?"

Her inability to put him out of her misery is only goading him on further. Screw the ball and anything the queen on this side wanted them to be a part of. This was the only worthwhile reason to cross over to this side.

"Or you know, my name, Wynonna."

To her credit Wynonna isn't dumb enough to argue that she doesn't hold Doc's leash to a certain extent, she knows that and at times she's purposefully taken advantage of it. Arguing it would only give him more fodder to work with.

She places Peacemaker back in it's holster, there's no point in keeping it drawn when she cant use it properly.

"Now that would be paying you a courtesy you don't deserve."

He's an ass and he knows it. An unabashed ass who is apologizes not for his rudeness or the way his lips curl upward into something of a pleased smirk on the tail end of his harshness.

"Why the hell do you hate me so much anyway? Because of what Wyatt did to you? Because if that's the reason, that's a little unfair, I didn't have anything to do with that"

It bothers that this version of Doc not only doesn't adore her but seems to take pleasure in her frustration and strife. It was so unlike the Doc she knew, the one she loved. She doesn't know how to respond to it.

Edited 2017-12-17 22:27 (UTC)

"Of course you'd think this is about Wyatt. Everything in your life has been about him, why not this? I'm a revenant, it would make plenty of sense for me to hate every heir thereafter, including — no, especially the one that holds my other self's heart in her hands. But it's not. See, hating you is part of my inherent design. It's as much a part of me as being... well, dead-but-not-dead is. I don't expect you to understand."

Nor is he going to explain the complexities of being a Mirror to a Real. They're not things he wants her to know, nor would Her Majesty approve of him sharing them.

"It bothers you, that the real Doc loves me." It's not a question so much as a statement of fact. Even Wynonna can notice how many times he's made off hand comments about it. It bothers her that there's any version of Doc that doesn't love her, let alone that was created specifically to hate her. To provoke her. She'd be lying if she said that wasn't working.

"It's wrong that he does. Then again, everything about him is wrong. All of you are wrong."

Maybe some of his kind would disagree, but the darker shades he was spun with had him agreeing with that sentiment. The Reals were impure, flawed, and broken in ways that could not be repaired. Wynonna was just one example of many.

"And what, you think you're better than us?"

She snorts in derision at that. If anyone was wrong here, it was hime. His attitude, his shaved face and lack of accent, not to mention his status as a revenant, everything about him was wrong.

"I don't think, I know. Confidence, baby. Maybe you should look into finding some of your own."

Or, you know, don't. He's fine with watching you continue to flounder when you forget to cover the mirrors. It's entertainment like no other.

"I have plenty of confidence, in fact I've been told I'm overconfident sometimes."

But it's really just overcompensation. a way to try to mask those deep rooted insecurities that she's carried with her for most of her life.

Johnny steps in closer. "Keep telling yourself that and maybe one day you'll believe it."

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