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

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."

[middlefinger]

Of course she tried to take him down right away, why would she waste time when he was standing there in front of him? Better to take him down sooner and not wait to see what he was capable of. Doc was dangerous in his own right, the best shot she's ever known, and she knows that with the added abilities of a revenant he be could be a problem if he wanted to be. Though Johnny had seemed more interested in hurting her emotionally than physically. And he had managed to do exactly that as he got deeper under her skin than she cares to admit. When he sits down on the arm of the couch she turns her head to look up at Doc. It is a relief to have him as he should be in front of her again instead of...that twisted version fo him. A what if that she could have dealt with never seeing for herself.

"I know, we don't talk about Wyatt much but you've told me enough that it makes sense, but it'd be easier if it didn't."

[wildwest]

"I believe that is the point." He reaches out to cup her chin in his palm as he peers down at her. "That it does make sense, that the leap is not great. It would wound both of us less if were difficult to fathom, and you have already made my other self out to be needlessly cruel as it is. Him bein' what he is only completes that nasty package."

Doc would be lying if he said any of this sat well with him. It doesn't, and he'll likely go find something strong to drink in response to it later, but he's better at dealing with his demons than she is. More importantly, he's better at pushing them to the back burner to wait their goddamn turn.

[middlefinger]

Wynonna is never good at dealing with her emotions, she rides them out in waves as they come, and generally doesn't do well with them as she does. It wasn't just meeting his mirror, which was unpleasant enough on it's own, but it was also the realization she came to about her own feelings that has her reeling at the moment. That part, however, she doesn't know how to voice just yet. She's not ready for that, maybe she never would be and maybe that's unfair all things considered but Wynonna isn't beyond being unfair.

"You're probably right." She admits however reluctantly and if nothing else she is finally setting down that bottle she's been nursing. "He said he was created to hate me -- but I don't think he meant just me, but the "Real" versions in general."

[wildwest]

"That makes sense."

From what he's heard, anyway, and the way the mirrors seem to speak to the real people on this side of Wonderland in general. Wynonna's mirror wasn't kind to him, nor was Ray's. And they seemed to live for meddling in the lives of the people they reflected by tormenting those around them. Makes sense that his would go after Wynonna — she is, after all, his greatest weakness. If he is some version of him, then he doesn't need the mirrors uncovered to know that.

"Lettin' it get to you like this is likely what he was hopin' for, you know."

[middlefinger]

"What can I say, I'm an easy target."

She knows it's probably exactly what Johnny had wanted, but she can't help how she feels. It had been upsetting, seeing a version of him that didn't love her, that didn't even like her. Even when they were on bad terms back home it was never like that.

[wildwest]

"No, you're not."

Doc presses his fingers to the underside of her chin, forcing her head back and thus her gaze more directly upon him. He makes her look up at him as he reiterates his statement.

"You're not. You never have been and never will be. I don't buy into that bullshit and I sure as hell ain't gonna let you."

[middlefinger]

Every so often, when Wynonna feeds into her self pity a little too much, Doc will do this, he will bring her chin up, literally, and tell her things with such certainty that she often doesn't know how to respond to it, let alone refute it. It's one of the many things she loves about him, how fiercely devoted he is to her. How strongly he believes in her no matter what. He is always on her side.

There's those feelings again. Love. Fuck.

A weak smile spreads across her lips. "How am I supposed to argue with that?"