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

[stagecoach]

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."

[middlefinger]

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?

[stagecoach]

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."

[middlefinger]

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.

[stagecoach]

"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.

[middlefinger]

"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.

[stagecoach]

"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.

[middlefinger]

"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.

[stagecoach]

"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.

[middlefinger]

"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.

[stagecoach]

"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.

[middlefinger]

"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.

[stagecoach]

"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.

[middlefinger]

"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.

[stagecoach]

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

[middlefinger]

"You know have idea what I believe." Her hands clench at her sides, itching to try to shoot him again but she knows it won't get her anywhere, there's nothing she can do.

"Do you really think just because you watch me like some pathetic Peeping Tom that means you know me? You know, you talk about how I have Doc wrapped around my finger but you're clearly just as obsessed with me, you have been from the moment you told Ray about Willa."

That she hadn't forgotten about, how shocking it had been to have something so personal used against her. Ironically, she and Ray are good friends now and probably wouldn't be if he hadn't said anything.

[stagecoach]

"You still don't get it." He clicks his tongue, shaking his head. "Unfortunately, I don't quite feel up to explaining it to you. In fact, this whole thing here isn't nearly as entertaining as I thought it would be. So, why don't you go on and scurry off to the other me and I'll circle back around later to see just how much you've tightened his leash."

Johnny's smile is a cruel one as he steps around her and waves without turning around. "Ta-ta, little heir."

later; real doc

[middlefinger]

Wynonna makes her way back to their bedroom (it's still sometimes weird to think of it like that, their room) where she sprawls out across the couch, nursing a bottle of whiskey as she waits for Doc to return from whatever he's been doing today. It's actually impressive she hasn't blown up his phone demanding his presence but in all honesty she needs to be by herself for a little bit first, she has a lot to digest from that encounter -- not least of all the realization she made about her own feelings.

She was in love with him. Fuck.

She hears the door open and looks up. "Hey."

[wildwest]

Wouldn't have done any good if she blew up his device, as texting him or trying to call would have only alerted her to the fact that he once again left the room without it. His device is sitting on his desk, hidden beneath the pages of a notebook. Oops?

But he can tell that there's something wrong — very wrong? — the moment he lies on her.

"What's wrong?"

[middlefinger]

She would not be surprised to discover that fact, as he often seems to forget his device when he heads out, despite her lecturing him not to do so. Sometimes, she's taken to just messaging Ray when she knows he's hanging out with him to relay messages. It's not a perfect system, but it happens.

She takes another sip from the bottle in her hand before responding.

"I met your mirror, he's one of the ones that took the invitation to crossover."

[wildwest]

She met his mirror. It's one thing to hold a conversation with their reflections on the other side, it's another to actually meet one in person. Doc's had the (mis)fortune of having 'spoken' to both Wynonna and Ray's mirrors, but not his own. If he had, maybe he'd have a better idea of just how that encounter went beyond the obvious: not well.

"Of course he did," Doc murmurs, reaching up to remove his hat.

He tosses it at his desk and moves to stand next to the couch, but doesn't say anything. Doc waits, letting her speak of her own according. (For now.)

[middlefinger]

"Just so you know you're never allowed to shave like him. I barely recognized him," Wynonna is starting with the aestetics of it all because that's easier than the rest of it. Much easier to talk about then the fact that his mirror had been designed to hate her. Or that she loved him. Yeah she definitely isn't ready to talk about that. But she knows she needs to say something else. She takes another swig from her bottle.

"He's a revenant, and Peacemaker isn't working right -- it shot candy at him."

[wildwest]

A hand comes up and he runs fingers and palm across his mustache and facial hair. Shaving honestly hasn't occurred to him, and in any other instance he would fight her on that for the sheer sake of doing so and reaffirming that his decisions were his own and not dictated by her just because they were in a relationship — but he leaves it be. She's clearly shaken by this encounter with his mirror self, and to battle her on something so ultimately trivial (though also clearly an important distinction) would only aggravate the situation.

"I would say that's hard to believe, but seein' as I have no trouble picturin' it..." He shrugs. Perhaps she doesn't need his honesty there, but it was hard not to admit to not being surprised when her words didn't alarm him in the slightest.

It made sense. In a twisted, cruel kind of way. It made a lot of sense.

"Nothin' is workin' right at the moment. In case you haven't noticed, the walls are currently made of pastries and candied goods."

[middlefinger]

"I was." Maybe it was naive of her but which is part do Wynonna hadn't expected it at all. Maybe because she's doesn't like what it means. It's one thing for her to tell Doc she'd take down his mirror if she had to, it's another to know she's the only one who can. It's cruel and unfair, like so much of this place.

"Of course I've noticed that." Wynonna has indulged in the sweets as much as anyone but she didn't realize the enchantment would spread to her gun, somehow.

[wildwest]

Cruel and unfair, and precisely the unyielding sort of cruelty the other side seems to be known for. It's a harshness not only to her, but to him as well. (Especially him.) And he knows that she tried to do just that: take him down. Why would she waste time in not doing so? How else would she have known that Peacemaker was on the candied fritz?

He sighs, sitting down on the arm of the couch by her head. "Wynonna, I am not the best person, and Wyatt and I did clash from time to time before Constance Clootie's offer was ever even a factor. It is not that great of a leap to make to assume that in whatever version of history that other me follows, things went south in a way that was beyond repair."