nakia had heard a number of people discussing ways to get out of this place or lack thereof. most spoke about the road, but she never heard anything come of it and it all seemed mysterious and out of place. the entirety of woodshore seemed mysterious and out of place. instead of turning to the road, she chose to scope out the places she hadn’t been. she didn’t want to leave yet, not until she had t’challa with her, but it was better to be prepared. eventually, she noticed the woman slicing at a tree with a sword and slowed her steps nearby. “hello,” she greeted nodding her head. “i was only wondering what the tree did that had you so upset.”

brienne smiled in embarrassment, sheathing sword as she walked closer to the woman. “unfortunately, the tree was an innocent bystander donating itself to the very noble cause of my training.” the blonde wiped the sweat from her bow as she took a long sip of her water bottle, trying to make herself look more presentable as she spoke to the stranger. “i used to be a knight in my old world and i like to keep myself from getting rusty,” brienne explained with a warm smile.

a smile pushed across her lips when cristina recognized her, but her shoulders sink down her back. losing patients was the hardest thing that any doctor had to do, had to learn to cope with –– none of them were gods, not even cristina yang, who was undoubtedly the most talented surgeon that april had ever known. none of them were infallible, no matter how badly they wanted to be. “i’m so sorry, cristina,” she empathized, a frown digging into her lips. “hey– i know kids aren’t really your thing, but… do you want to come over for dinner?”

❝     it  was  a  nice  hotel ,    ❞              and  it  was .    for  a  hotel .   it  was  a  nice  spot  for  a  vacation   &   there  was  no  reason  to  mind  it  at  first !    however ,  rounding  in  to  about  the  sixth  month  made  it  a  little  tiring .   by  now  it’d  been  over  a  year .            ❝    but  now  i  can  actually  feel  like  i  live  here  rather  than  i’m  just  taking  the  longest  out  of  town  trip  ever .     i’ve  moved  to  the  townhomes  near  downtown .    and  you ?    ❞

“psh, one of those?” scott immediately acted like it wasn’t going to be any big deal to him. of course, he was well aware of the fact that pretty much every game around them was rigged in one way or another –– but he was stubborn. since she had presented the challenge, there was absolutely no way that he would be able to turn away from that. he reached over and grabbed her hand. “that’s no problem. come on, we’re getting in line, right now. i’m about to crush getting that elephant.”

“…without stabbing,” Adam repeated putting a little extra distance between himself and the woman.  If jousting and stabbing was what she looked forward to at a festival maybe it was better to stand further away.  “No I highly doubt there will be.  Jousting isn’t really in fashion here, hasn’t been for a while.  Pretty sure it had been out of fashion like a century or two before I was alive so er the 1500s or at least that was France.  Who knows England or somewhere else might have kept it around for longer.  But to answer your question no I don’t think so.  I haven’t really seen any horses here and they’re pretty necessary for that sport so I think you’re out of luck.”

brooke knew it was a long shot (probably impossible), but she couldn’t help looking for jake everywhere she went. he was gone, and she knew it, but weird things had been happening since she got to woodshore. she was wandering the beach, shoes dangling from her grasp when she stopped at a table to sit and enjoy the breeze. “why wouldn’t you be able to?” the blonde asked, turning with a curious expression towards the other occupant.

“take care of this?” bruce questioned, tilting his head to the side slightly. he wasn’t usually one to question words someone privately said to themself, usually not much of one to engage in a conversation either of them would prefer not to have. he really wasn’t one for cotton candy himself, but it was easier to blend in ( when what you were really doing was figuring out the whole thing ) if you had something in your hands in places like this one. standing in line just prolonged that.

change really wasn’t something Spencer enjoyed, honestly, if he could keep his life exactly the same, he would, yet, change was necessary to be human. moving was necessary to be…happy, safe. kat wouldn’t leave him alone if he was somewhere she could find him. his mother would never truly be safe. spencer really hoped things would be different in woodshore, he could leave…everything that happened to him behind. 

right now, he was sat in the quietest area of the plant sanctuary, taking moment for himself to take in the different scents of each plants, see which ones calmed him most and which he didn’t truly like. “you know…” he sighs, mostly to himself but to anyone near by “theres a flower that blooms every four to six years for approximately twenty four to forty eight hours, and it is called the worst smelling flower in the world. it’s called the titan arum, the corpse flower.” he reaches out to gently touch the petal of a flower. “the scent of all flowers are spread throughout parts of their petals, its not the pollen that gives them that scent.”’

elle was practically dead on her feet when she entered the greenhouse. she had increased her time at work within the past few weeks, spending more hours hunched over her desk in the dark than sleeping at home. she had been in woodshore for months now, but she felt more alone now than ever. the plant sanctuary had become a nice place to break up the autonomy of the precinct, her apartment, and the coffee shop drive thru, but elle had grown to used to having it to herself.

she was supposed to be dead, but then again so was he. by all logic, it just made sense that his adoptive sister he’d never truly known beyond conflict would be in woodshore just like him. it still didn’t have to make him comfortable. he should just expect she’d want him dead considering the part he played even if he’d been the least of her worries all along he was sure. maybe he’d made his own interest with the part he played. he paused in front of her and kept his face neutral, though his back was stiff and his hand waited, ready at both of his sides for anything to come up. “i suppose this place is intent on bringing many back to life,” he said, cooly.

“loki,” hela greeted stiffly. she had been unaware that her almost brother had been residing in woodshore, but she supposed she shouldn’t have been surprised. there was clearly strange magic afoot in this town; why shouldn’t it have brought loki here too? his distaste for her was glaringly obvious, from his clenched fists to his cold stare, and hela was displeased at how sharp the rejection stung her. “well, you would know all about that. considering you helped kill me after all,” she shot back coolly. the goddess forced a bored expression on to her features, regarding the man in front of her with equal disdain. “i should suppose thor is here as well? you never could go anywhere without him as your chaperone.”

“no, you don’t care,” sherlock said. he’d been people watching at the festival – he cared little for the banalities of the celebration, but he supposed that he’d been drawn to it for the same reason that everyone else had; there really wasn’t anything else going on around here. 

“the human mind lacks the ability to effectively quantify risk,” he continued, “you’re young, so the statistical probability of developing heart disease isn’t on the cards right now, not in the face of something –” he held up his own tray of chips, “– so immediately rewarding.”

but really, dissecting why people generically ate fast food and or not was hardly interesting conversation. “let me guess - you’re the type of person who knows what they want and isn’t afraid to go get it,” he said.

cristina stared in surprise at the stranger, her eyebrows slowly creeping up her forehead in shock. “that’s the most intelligent thing i’ve heard come out of someone’s mouth in weeks. are you a doctor or something?” she asked with genuine curiosity. the smiled that flittered into her face as he rose his food in solidarity was frozen at his on-point question. “that’s the nicer way of putting it. how did me eating french fries tip you off?” she knew she had a bit of a reputation garnered at work, but cristina didn’t think her ambition was that glaringly obvious.

it was difficult to say what wynonna wanted to do more in that moment: kiss him or kill him. she had been so devastated after his death, nothing had felt right – and fuck, if dealing with bulshar wouldn’t have been ilke, a hundred times easier if he had still been around. yet despite how much heartbreak it had done, how damaged she had been, a smile slowly warmed up across her expression as she looked up at him. he was alive. he was here. after all the messed up crap that woodshore had done, it had finally gotten something right.

“it’s about damn time.” but she could only play the card of nonchalance for so long, lightly punching his arm in a weak attempt to be playful. it lasted only a moment. wynonna threw her arms around his neck, squeezing him tight and trying to fight off the tears that formed in the rim of her blue eyes. “i can’t believe you. you’re supposed to be the smart one, dolls. i can’t be the hot one and the smart one. it’s not fair.”

her smile, though guarded, was enough to crumble the mounting wave of nerves her silence had begun building. xavier let out an overexaggered ‘oof’ as she swung at him, allowing her to keep her emotions light. he knew vulnerability had never been her strongest suit and in this moment, it didn’t matter how many walls she wanted to throw up because he’d be there when she was ready to break them down. “well, i would’ve been here sooner, but-”

( glowing yellow eyes, dog tags around a chain, a hated for the woods ) –– && it looks like xavier dolls has finally arrived in woodshore ( though he originates from wynonna earp ). although known as THE DRAGON back home, here they are a twenty nine year old private investigator, known to be DEDICATED, but RESERVED. they were coaxed here with the promise of FINDING WYNONNA. they remember DYING.