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Wynonna Earp ([personal profile] pacificator) wrote in [community profile] singillatim2025-05-12 11:49 am

the wine, the beer, the whiskey are the only things that fix me

Who: Wynonna Earp & you!
What: recuperating after March-April, reaping consequences, etc
When: backdated to late April-May
Where: the Saloon (the old Post Office)

Content Warnings: Alcoholism, a little light cannibalism, others to be listed as needed


desperate_times_right: (Angle)

[personal profile] desperate_times_right 2025-05-12 06:58 pm (UTC)(link)
[It's pretty late when Chloe slinks down to the new saloon she's heard so much about. She's still reeling from the results of that strange dream, and is hoping there will be fewer people around at this time. She isn't sure how she might react in a whole crowd of people with powers.

Sure, she's still a little wary of Wynonna, but she's happy to see her instead of March. He's still giving her shit about the whole “switched bodies with a cowboy” thing.]


Hey. Nice place.
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[personal profile] meadqueen 2025-05-13 01:39 am (UTC)(link)
[Randvi isn't typically the type to share her sorrows, but she can't bear to be shut away in her house right now.

She always looks serious, but tonight she looks truly miserable as she approaches the bar.]


I don't suppose you two serve mead here.

[The honey might make her too nostalgic, but she wants to forget how to have thoughts.]
desperate_times_right: (consider)

[personal profile] desperate_times_right 2025-05-13 02:31 am (UTC)(link)
[She isn't wrong about the need for a place to let loose that wasn't the community hall full of people who think they're president or a poker cabin that's great but not open all the time.]

Do we actually have options, or do you just like playing bartender?
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[personal profile] tinstar 2025-05-13 02:40 am (UTC)(link)
[It wasn't Jack but Jim that accompanies Raylan into the designated saloon, guitar in his other hand, wearing a smile as he swaggers into Wynonna's new spot. It was good to have a bar, even if they didn't have enough of the real stuff to go around and he was happy to support it.]

So you really did it huh? Here- [The bottle is set down on the flat surface in front of her.]

An openin' gift. Every bar needs some 'good stuff' to hold back.
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[personal profile] meadqueen 2025-05-13 07:37 pm (UTC)(link)
If you make wine, it is a similar process but with honey instead of fruit.

[She doesn't know what either of those are, but right now that's probably not important.]

Something warm sounds lovely. My power often warms drinks that are meant to be cold anyway.
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[personal profile] desperate_times_right 2025-05-13 07:55 pm (UTC)(link)
Sounds like fun.

[Chloe’s always liked cherry drinks, she's a sucker for anything red.

She’s a bit surprised to see Wynonna limping.]


You okay?
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[personal profile] meadqueen 2025-05-13 08:31 pm (UTC)(link)
I'm Norse.

[Stereotypes about people who don't know how to have fun are a bit different in her time.]

We don't drink water. We didn't know about the animals.
desperate_times_right: (face forward)

[personal profile] desperate_times_right 2025-05-13 08:41 pm (UTC)(link)
We take our kicks where we can get ‘em.

[All things considered, this place can be surprisingly boring.

Maybe not this time, though.]


Shit, there are worms now?

[She does know about Kostya’s parasite but has never seen it, so she can't imagine it could be that big.]
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[personal profile] computation 2025-05-13 10:24 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Root eventually finds the saloon. By now she's settled in a bit, and she feels confident enough to arrive without Bear even though she's left her cochlear implant turned off, leaving her deaf in one ear. While she's in Milton it seems safe enough to take the chance since she knows the environment now, knows there's people around and thinks she could probably coerce some do-gooders into helping if she needed it. It's lower risk than when she was stranded out in the wild on her own with just her dog, and she desperately needs to conserve the battery.

Now she's intensely curious and actively exploring, and she ducks into the darkened tavern with a bright spark of interest, a tall lithe form in practical layers and with a sensible braid. She swans up to the counter and reads the sign, approving. ]


How's this work? Do you give out alcohol for free to people who aren't assholes?

[ Root smiles winningly, turning on the charm as if to demonstrate she is not an asshole. ]
desperate_times_right: (Default)

[personal profile] desperate_times_right 2025-05-14 04:33 pm (UTC)(link)
[Chloe takes a cautious sip of her drink, then throws the rest back.]

Not bad at all! Where did you see this thing, Lakeside?
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[personal profile] meadqueen 2025-05-14 05:24 pm (UTC)(link)
There is always something on my mind.

[Randvi inhales the warm steam. There's always something so pleasant about that.]

So many of my friends here are dead or missing. I promised those children that I would protect them, but the bear took one of them, too. I was there when Young Bill died. There was nothing we could do. The aurora gifted me my husband’s arm several months ago. I know he lives, but little else. I'm not certain I want to return to my home, but he’ll need me…

[This isn't even half of what she's worried about. Maybe Bigby has a point.]
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[personal profile] computation 2025-05-14 11:33 pm (UTC)(link)
I'll keep that in mind. I'm new, so I'm not keen to give anything away just yet, but hopefully that'll change.

[ Root's smile remains but changes in character, a sly sort of invitation to be in on the joke. She has an attitude about her like she's having a great time and is waiting for everyone else to get on board with where she's going. ]

What you got? [ She isn't a reckless drinker, but she's habitually curious and dying to know what kind of alcohol is on offer in this setting. ]
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[personal profile] tinstar 2025-05-16 12:13 am (UTC)(link)
[His eyebrows life over a cheeky grin. Bad news, huh?]

If that's the case, you'll see me around regularly. The noise of people'll be nice. And, maybe - [He lifts his guitar.]

You'll suffer my pluckin'. But you gotta ask Kate Marsh if she can play anythin' lively, or get some of those other people that play in here once and a while...

And no requests for Freebird are allowed.
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[personal profile] flambeaux 2025-05-16 05:08 am (UTC)(link)
Wynonna isn't the only one to have had an altercation with the worm, but Louis has kept quiet about that. He wanted to avoid any awkwardness with Konstantin, and also how the hell would he even begin to explain that? Even after Konstantin explained it to him, Louis doesn't know.

Everything tastes like sand to a vampire, but Louis keeps up the appearance of being human. He has been known to occasionally be seen drinking spirits, and the heart wants a place of familiarity. And there's one person who, if she were in the mood, would allow him to truly drink. (Whenever Louis hears about someone becoming allergic to the sun, he wonders if this time it will prove to be another of Lestat's fledglings, nevermind that Louis has been freer with his fangs.)

He only comes out at night. Louis doesn't like looking like a Christmas tree, but it is what it is. The pink can be safely stowed away unless Lestat were to walk in. Louis is hardly happy, so gold is right out too. But tired gray is often present, even sad blue or introspective purple. He takes off his old-fashioned hat and coat. His bright green eyes are clear, but not too clear. He knows, better than some of the newly minted night creatures, not to walk into a human establishment starving.

"Evenin', Miss Wynonna. Finally got someone to mind the store some nights." Those nights might be commandeered for Dungeons and Dragons, but Louis can't complain.

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