The sun took a tale to the moon in the west

[pacificator]

Who: Wynonna Earp & others
What: Various activities around recovering from a gunshot wound
When: April
Where: bumming around Lakeside

Content Warnings: general Wynonna alcoholism CWs, talk of traumatic injury, others as they come up

[ starters in comments, will be adding throughout the month. hmu @ repeatandfade or blueofthebay @ disco to plot! ]

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[lieutenantsteward]

[He smiles over to her, raising a brow.]

This all sounds - very American. [Gunslingers and doc. Odd.]

[pacificator]

Doc is. I'm not. But he was friends with... with a relative of mine who was American.

[ A hundred and thirty years ago. Doc hadn't even been born until after Thomas' time, but maybe it's not so surprising after all that she's found a certain kinship with the men here who found themselves launched into the present from the past. She looks over at him as they walk. ]

Guessing you got wild west stories over in England even in your time, if it sounds American to you.

[lieutenantsteward]

Well, not as much as you might think. I hear it more here. Read references to it in the papers and - and in books. Even here.

[Jopson shrugs, digging the butt of hi rifle into the ground as they walk.]

[pacificator]

[ She huffs a small breath of laughter. ]

Let me know if you come across any familiar names.

[ It's possible. Wyatt Earp became more myth than man in the decades since his death, and he looms large in a certain kind of story. But then again, Jopson's just as likely to pick up a book about his own lost expedition up here. ]

I bet this is the first time in a while you've had time to sit and read.

[lieutenantsteward]

The ship's travels can get monotonous. I didn't have much time to read, no. But Crozier had a library where we could take books if we liked. They were the stories of journeys and adventures of other men, the ones who came before us, but I liked to have the quiet time before bed to read.

[He smiles and gestures ahead.]

It is nice to read something else. Is that our destination?

[pacificator]

That's it.

[ The cabin is so big it can hardly be called a cabin, set there at the edge of the lake. There are a few others, scattered along the shoreline, but she leads him towards the one she'd left not that long ago. ]

They've all got ridiculous names... this one's 'Jackrabbit.'

[ Not that there's any logic to that naming convention as far as she can see. She brings him up to the door and inside, where the great room is filled with sunlight that comes through the floor-to-ceiling windows that look out toward the lake. ]

It's got two suites... tons of room.