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Who| De and Open
What| Enjoying her last few days. Again.
Where| Around the Capitol. Hot springs/spa, amusement park, and pretty much any restaurant or bar.
When| A few days before the arena
Warning/Notes| Feel free to hit her up in any location. Also she has not been clued in that she comes back to life again, but feel free to inform her.

This really was not what she expected hell to be like.

But, well, if she was going to die, she might as well live it up till then. This was probably gonna bite her in the ass in some sort of gluttony type irony, but the last round of all this? She didn't really get to enjoy it in <i>style.</i>

Massages. Arcade binges. Every kind of delicious food she could think of. And everyone here treated her like a movie star. Which was it's own level of fucked up, all things considered.

Really, this could be worse. At least so far.

Even if it was lacking in a few things. Like her sister.

But she wasn't going to focus on that. She was going to enjoy her last few days on Earth. or wherever the hell this was.

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"...less Kurt Russel then."

Still, she couldn't keep the grin offer her face. Wyatt Earp. The real Wyatt Earp.

Hell, this made all this almost worth while.

"Yeah, uhh...you make it to Tombstone."

He looked around, eyeing their current surroundings thoughtfully, then turned back to her, his expression uncertain.

Strange to think of things he did - was meant to do - that others knew of, but that he hadn't done yet. Possibly would never do, if he never found a way home.

"Well, I reckon that makes the decision what to do when I get back a hell of a lot easier," he remarked finally.

A part of him wanted to ask, to know at last, what all the fuss was about... but another part hesitated. Facing it now and knowing he wouldn't be able to take it back, he wondered how wise it was for a man to know everything about his own future.

Chewing it over, he asked instead, "Who's Kurt Russell?"

Aw shit, she was probably creating some kind of space/time paradox.

But too late now. Might as well go for broke.

"He's an actor. Who plays you. In the movie Tombstone."

There was a beat. Then Wyatt laughed, the ice in his glass clinking merrily.

"Yer twistin' my ear," he accused her, without malice.

Tony had expained what movies where once, and he couldn't imagine what would possess anyone to make one about him.

Sure, he'd had some popluarity in his day, the papers (and Buntline) lovin' any opportunity to use his name in print, but one of those movin' picture deals?

"Hell no. Me and my sister must have gone to see that movie 5 times in the winter of '93"

Because going to go see movies made up for being stuck alone in a small town for the Holidays. But that wasn't really important to this conversation.

In the face of her continued seriousness, his amusement faded and his brow furrowed.

"What in the Sam hell for? Buntline's books I understand, the 'wild west' was new and excitin' for the folks back East. The folks who didn't know what it was really like. But surely you folks had better things worthy of yer attention?"

He was just a man who had done his job. And, if he were honest, a man not particularly any different than the others that served at the time. Men like Bat. And Charlie.

She shrugged.

"It was a good story. And...people with good stories can make them more than those stories."

Sam hell. She grinned a little at that.

He looked at her, for a long considering moment, his eyes narrowed.

Then, "I wanna know. But I also don't. Iffen I ever make up my mind, will ya tell me this 'good' story?"

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Her face broke out in another big, childish grin.

"Of course I will."

Tell her childhood hero about his own adventures? She sure as hell would.