to cold climes comes springtime — open & closed

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Who: Wynonna Earp & others
What: May–June catchall
When: May through June
Where: Milton, Lakeside

Content Warnings: Usual Wynonna warnings including themes of alcohol & violence; others marked as needed.

open & closed starters posted here throughout May & June! pwm @ repeatandfade

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[homeostatic]

( His chuckle is low in the air and deep in his chest, over the steady crunch of snow under his boots. The fog isn't offering much in the way of visibility, but he can at least tell there aren't any obstacles liable to trip him up– twirls or no.

A smirk tugs at the corner of his mouth. )

Really? Me too.

( But y'know, on a Professional Note™ ... )

I'll save the come ons for another time. Consider me on the clock right now.

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Great. Can't wait for your bill to show up in five to ten business days.

[ She's favoring her right arm, tucking it against her chest, so when they come to the fork in the path she points with her left hand. ]

My cabin's that way. Sadly poultice-free, unless you're planning to MacGyver something together. Exactly what kind of a doctor are you, anyway?

[homeostatic]

( The quip... well, it goes right over his head at first, and then his smirk looks briefly like a grimace. Right. Folks still expect to pay for medical help in this time. Yikes.

Left they go! )

Trauma surgeon. ( Who's also noticed how gingerly she's treating her arm, adding it to his mental list. Although... ) Who's MacGuyver?

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[ She huffs a laugh, clicks her tongue thoughtfully. ]

You're gonna be busy.

[ Just based on the last few months, alone... she and Ruby aren't the only ones who have gotten seriously injured, and there's absolutely no doubt more's coming along the pipe. Goodsir is excellent at what he does, but even she's got to admit a trauma surgeon is maybe their most useful get yet. Sucks to be him, though? ]

What, didn't watch any TV growing up? Or just didn't have any?

[homeostatic]

( He just smiles at her, wry. Yeah, he's picked that up pretty quick.

Her next line of questions make him wish he'd paid more attention to Jim when he was waxing poetic about 21st century culture. TVs were pre-holo technology, and similarly purposed, so he isn't lying, precisely... )

I grew up out in the country. TV was less of a priority than feedin' the horses and pulling weeds. This your place here?

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Ah, thought I detected a fellow bumpkin. This is it.

[ A small cabin tucked back into the woods, firewood piled on the porch and out of the snow. She reaches for the door handle to let them in to the living space; it's ramshackle but homey and neat. ]

Thanks for the lift, Doc. Any chance you'll leave me here to drink and ice away the pain, the way God intended?