While You Were Tearing A Hole Inside Of Me, I Was Taking Control; Open

[middlefinger]

Who: Wynonna Earp and YOU
Where: various places among the mansion
When: all during the event + the rest of July
Rating: PG-13? I'll change if it goes worse
Summary: Wynonna tries out some ability disks for fun and profit. Pick a scenario and have fun with her. Prose or Actionspam welcome. Also other threads for the month will be in here too.
The Story:

a. the training room

The first disc Wynonna puts in is one labeled "super strength" and she wanted to test it out properly -- which means she can be found lifting up some of the equipment and putting it back down after, just because she can. She can also be found punching sandbags and sending them flying into the wall with the strength of her punch. It's pretty badass, honestly. And if anyone else with powers is around she might be challenging them to a sparring match to see how she can hold her own against them.

Come on. Let her have a little fun.

b. the beach

The second disc she tries is one labeled fire abilities. She's glathered some wood and other materials and is trying to start an impromptu bonfire but here's the problem -- once she starts the fire she doesn't really know how to control it and it is quickly becoming quite unwieldly and dangerous if someone doesn't intervene and help her control it.

Please help her, someone.

c. damon's bar

After the incident with the fire she's feeling a little more cautious about things. She can be found sitting behind the bar like she often is, holding a disc that she seems to be considering deep in thought. The power listed on this one is magnetism -- an ability that reminds her of Bobo Del Rey and a lot of the unpleasant memories she has of his particular power causing problems for them back in Purgatory. She's almost curious to try it just to see what it feels like -- but she's not so certain. She might need some encouragement.

d. if none of this works/you want to do something else, shoot me a pm and we can work it out!

Comments

[middlefinger]

Yeah -- I think there is. I never really had that before. Most guys I dated before didn't even really want to be seen with me.

[date is also...a strong word as mostly she had a lot of one night stands and flings, though there were a few questionable boyfriends thrown in there as well.]

We are. Though, if you ever tell him I said that, I'll have to kill you -- he will never let me live it down.

[it's said in jest, mostly. doc could be a bit of an ass sometimes, but so could she. it's part of why they get along as well as they do.]

[mucked]

[ no judgments here, wynonna. the last man she dated (properly) was a pencil-pusher who tried to dissuade her from active service. and very nearly succeeded, at that. there's a reason she then took a seven year dry spell... ]

Rest assured, Wynonna, that your confession is safe and secure with me. [ ... ] I think we can avoid any death by retribution.

[middlefinger]

[yeah, that would be enough to turn anyone off dating, wynonna would never be able to be with a guy who wanted her to change or be anything other than who she is.]

Good, I prefer not to kill the people I care about, when I can help it.

[of course, a lot of the time back home it's been out of her control, but that's neither here or there.]

[mucked]

[ she's touched, honestly, and no matter how thick the joke is over top the sentiment -- the core admission still remains: people she cares about. it's hard to suss out exactly how that happened, except perhaps by familiarity and respect coalescing into a kind of fondness for one another.

...and the drinker-bartender relationship didn't hurt their chances, either, to be fair. wynonna's bar is, after all, the nearest thing she's got to a local pub. ]

Funny. [ only it really isn't funny at all. ] You and I are in agreement on that front. [ ahem! ] Do the people you care about get plus-ones to the eventual event? Once a date is decided, of course.

[ no rush, as above advised. ]

[middlefinger]

[wynonna isn't quite certain how it happened either, honestly. it seems like such a long time ago since that first awkward meeting during that event where peggy ended up in doc's room while wynonna had been lounging around there.

and yeah, taking over the bar probably didn't hurt. peggy is one of her regulars, and it was nice to keep up those relationships.]

Of course -- I mean I don't see why not.

[she has no reason to object to people bringing a date -- and more importantly:]

Do you have someone you're hoping to bring?

[mucked]

[ peggy nods -- comprehension settling with a kind of satisfied calm. it's only that she considered wynonna might indeed have wanted to keep the hypothetical, eventual, some-day guest list to a restricted number. and she'd already copped to not really knowing the plus-one peggy's got in mind.

but wynonna's answer gives her a small smile. ]

I do have someone in mind. [ ... ] Potentially.

[middlefinger]

[wynonna does want to keep the numbers smaller, but she figures allowing people to bring dates won't effect that too badly.]

Oh? [wynonna grins at that, raising a curious brow.] I didn't realize you were seeing someone.

[mucked]

Nor did I, really.

[ a self-deprecating glance before peggy reinvests her attention in the whiskey. ]

The circumstances -- well, they sneaked up on me. I suppose. It hasn't exactly been a public courtship.

[ or a courtship at all, really. not by any standard definition. she reads the irony into the word -- almost with a smirk. ]

[middlefinger]

That'll happen. I mean -- with me and Doc we weren't so much dating as first as much as just...exclusively sleeping with only each other. And now look at us.

[courtship is not a word wynonna generally uses, but it is one she is familiar with due to dating someone from an older time period.]

But I'm guessing things have changed now and it's more public? Or is there more to the story than that?

[mucked]

[ things changed. that's true enough. but peggy knows she can't simply call their relationship public now. not completely. in fact, things started much as they did with wynonna and doc she realizes: exclusively sleeping with only each other.

then their hearts got hold of just a bit of momentum. and here she is, grimace-smiling her way through the truth. ]

Wonderland found a way to force a definition upon us. So to speak. [ what a romantic way to say it! ] But it's safe to say that if he and I are both still here when you tie the knot? I'll be sure to have him on my arm.

[ she hasn't said the name, of course. that's not by accident. she's not certain whether she's ready to be so cavalier with it. ]

[middlefinger]

Wonderland will have a way of doing that. I don't know what we'd be where we are now if this place hadn't nudged us in the right direction a few times.

[like that first event they shared in alexanderia, or when she almost died in tartarus, or when they were forced to speak the truth and they admitted they were essentially living together already.]

Will I get to know his name then or am I going to have to guess at my own wedding?

[mucked]

[ well! since wynonna asks so wonderfully directly -- and because peggy has to admit she's always appreciated the way the woman is such a straight shooter -- she concedes the answer. ]

Rip Hunter. [ she taps a knuckle against the glass. ] We were only just talking about him a moment ago. Ray Palmer's friend, and the one who officiated his wedding.

[middlefinger]

[wynonna wasn't sure she would get an answer or not, but she must admit she's delighted when she does.]

I remember -- my short term memory isn't that bad. He must be a good guy if he's held your attention this long.

[peggy seems to have a good head on her shoulders, she can't imagine her engaging with a man long term who wasn't worth it, even if it initially started out as a more fuck buddies situation.]

[mucked]

[ a good guy, wynonna says. and peggy allows the corner of her mouth to curl. at the very least, rip is a better man than he believes himself to be. and isn't that just the very sort of flame to which peggy is innately drawn? a glimmer of diamond dust under coal smudges.

she drinks. ]

He's held it since the day we met. [ her attention, that is. ] In one capacity or another. You don't quickly forget a fellow who pulls a gun on you, at any rate.

[middlefinger]

No. Or one who steals you gun from you. Which is what Doc did, the first time I met him back in Purgatory.

[he also mistook her for a prostitute which had been annoying at the time but still not enough to stop wynonna from propositioning him later on...]

Asshole still likes doing that, just to prove he can.

[mucked]

[ it's a charming story, actually. at the very least it's the sort of affection that peggy can understand and speak herself as a kind of wordless language. challenge, leading to a kind of kind antagonizing. she doesn't say this, however.

she only smiles. ]

I hope that means you've only gotten better at thwarting him.

[middlefinger]

He's faster than me most days, but I am getting better at finding ways to get him to give it back to me. [whether that means stealing one of his knives or holding his hat hostage, she's nothing is not creative when it comes to things like that. wynonna would have no interest in being with someone who couldn't challenge her and keep her on her feet.]

[mucked]

...Sounds as though you should make an effort to get quicker. [ peggy leans an elbow on the bar top. ] Keep him on his toes.

[middlefinger]

I mean, I have definitely tried, but he was known as one of the fastest shots in history -- even if I can't get faster than him, though, I still manage to keep him on his toes.

[her life with doc was many things, but she thinks it's safe to say neither one of them would ever claim it's boring.]

[mucked]

Not quicker, then. [ a beat. ] But cleverer. The sort of clever that involves decoys and traps.

[middlefinger]

[wynonna can't help but grin a little at that.] Now that sounds like fun. It's one of my greatest joys in life when I can actually catch him off guard.

[mucked]

I'm certain we can come up with something. [ ... ] Nothing too mean-spirited. He's a bit reserved, [ understatement, ] but I have a hunch he's the sort of someone who won't be too upset if you have a bit of fun.

[ the giant taco said it all, really, that day at the carnival. doc would do anything for this woman. ]

[middlefinger]

Oh, he's not as reserved as you think, he just keeps that side of him behind closed doors. [which is maybe oversharing but whatever, wynonna has no problem oversharing with people.]

Honestly, there's probably very little he wouldn't let me get away with. It's a dangerous sort of power.

[mucked]

[ oversharing indeed! with a coy smile and another sip of whiskey, peggy interjects: ]

I think I've heard quite enough about that, thank you.

[ there's a glint of something devilish in her, at least. she's not all frowns and hard work. ]

[middlefinger]

Fair enough.

[wynonna, despite what one can think, can take a hint sometimes. if she likes the person enough to, anyway. and she does like peggy. so she lets the subject drop and the two women can continue drinking in each other's company.

/scene.]