[Taped to the fridge of the Pines house, October 3rd]
[Dipper comes down out of the blue one night. It's after Dinner and everything is nice and quiet. A lots ...happened this month and he kind of wants to check in? With his uncle? But also he has some important business, too.]
[All of it is innocuous! Nothing to do with addressing grief and horror!]
Grunkle Ford?
[All of it is innocuous! Nothing to do with addressing grief and horror!]
Grunkle Ford?
[ A lot certainly has happened, and coming back down in the wake of all the excitement has been...
Odd, as it so often is in these cases. And as he so often does in these cases, Ford is trying to keep himself busy.
Easier said than done. They need to decide what they want done with the house, but that's not only Ford's decision to make. It's not his house, and even the house it's roughly based on hasn't been solely his house in a long, long time. Some parts are so similar to what he remembers of they Mystery Shack that he can't stand to change them, whereas others are so different—so wrong—he can't stand not changing them. Regardless, he doesn't have a workspace set up to his tastes just yet.
There's one thing he does know for certain, however—he wants his thinking parlor back. Fortunately, a formal dining room isn't something that suits their needs, so he's perfectly comfortable setting to work packing it away and moving the items within elsewhere... late of night, of course, becaus who needs diurnality anyway? ]
In here, Dipper!
[ Ford does not step out to greet him, mostly because he's currently in the process of packing a box full of sparkly dishware. ]
Odd, as it so often is in these cases. And as he so often does in these cases, Ford is trying to keep himself busy.
Easier said than done. They need to decide what they want done with the house, but that's not only Ford's decision to make. It's not his house, and even the house it's roughly based on hasn't been solely his house in a long, long time. Some parts are so similar to what he remembers of they Mystery Shack that he can't stand to change them, whereas others are so different—so wrong—he can't stand not changing them. Regardless, he doesn't have a workspace set up to his tastes just yet.
There's one thing he does know for certain, however—he wants his thinking parlor back. Fortunately, a formal dining room isn't something that suits their needs, so he's perfectly comfortable setting to work packing it away and moving the items within elsewhere... late of night, of course, becaus who needs diurnality anyway? ]
In here, Dipper!
[ Ford does not step out to greet him, mostly because he's currently in the process of packing a box full of sparkly dishware. ]
[The house really was a surreal minefield in a lot of ways. Dipper had been surprised to find his room entirely his own and his sisters elsewhere on the attic floor. He’d opened up that room exactly one time and never again since.]
[He comes into the dining room, pausing at the threshold to take in what he’s up to.]
Not a fan of the china?
[This room being a dining room had been one of the stranger differences but one of the ones that kind of made him go “oh” since, you know. Most normal family homes did have those, so he guessed if they were all a family for a long time it made sense.]
[He comes into the dining room, pausing at the threshold to take in what he’s up to.]
Not a fan of the china?
[This room being a dining room had been one of the stranger differences but one of the ones that kind of made him go “oh” since, you know. Most normal family homes did have those, so he guessed if they were all a family for a long time it made sense.]
Well...
[ He holds up the latest dish to go into the box, a crystal goblet with a pink tint to the glass. ]
I wouldn't say I dislike it, but I can't think of many situations where I'd reach for this instead of a coffee cup.
[ He picks up some brown packing paper and start to wrap the cup up for storage. ]
Regardless, I do need to move it out of this room.
[ He holds up the latest dish to go into the box, a crystal goblet with a pink tint to the glass. ]
I wouldn't say I dislike it, but I can't think of many situations where I'd reach for this instead of a coffee cup.
[ He picks up some brown packing paper and start to wrap the cup up for storage. ]
Regardless, I do need to move it out of this room.
[Dipper heads over so he can actually start helping. May as well!]
That's fair. It's a way more formal looking dining room than I think we'd ever use. We had something like that at Mom and Dad's but, even then, it wasn't quite like this.
[No china cabinet full of nice dishware, just an open room off the kitchen where the dinner table was, that sort of thing. Dipper does not often talk about their house in Piedmont, but it's been on his mind a little more of late, what with one of the boxes he found down in the basement.]
What do you plan to do with the room, then?
[He suspects some kind of work room or something. He remembered Ford having multiple spaces for his work back in Trench.]
That's fair. It's a way more formal looking dining room than I think we'd ever use. We had something like that at Mom and Dad's but, even then, it wasn't quite like this.
[No china cabinet full of nice dishware, just an open room off the kitchen where the dinner table was, that sort of thing. Dipper does not often talk about their house in Piedmont, but it's been on his mind a little more of late, what with one of the boxes he found down in the basement.]
What do you plan to do with the room, then?
[He suspects some kind of work room or something. He remembered Ford having multiple spaces for his work back in Trench.]
There wasn't one in Stanley and I's house as children, either.
[ The idea of regularly eating somewhere besides a breakfast nook is a strange one to him, and the idea of having a room that just sits deliberately unused for extended periods of time is even stranger. ]
This room is more or less in the same place that my thinking parlor was in the Shack. I'd like to convert it back into a similar room.
[ The idea of regularly eating somewhere besides a breakfast nook is a strange one to him, and the idea of having a room that just sits deliberately unused for extended periods of time is even stranger. ]
This room is more or less in the same place that my thinking parlor was in the Shack. I'd like to convert it back into a similar room.
Oh right, I remember.
[He looks around a bit more and, yeah, actually. It does look a little more familiar now.]
Did Stan ever tell you how Mabel and I fought over that room once?
[He looks around a bit more and, yeah, actually. It does look a little more familiar now.]
Did Stan ever tell you how Mabel and I fought over that room once?
Backdated to Dipper's death, after getting his ass kicked by Dopple-Odile
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2024-11-12 12:53 am (UTC)(link)
[It's been some time since the loud commotion out in the hall. There's no more yelling, no more gun shots. Everyone is gone.
However, Stan doesn't return to the scene of the crime. Instead, a puff of smoke slips in through the open window and forms into Pollux right on top of what Ford is trying to decipher. Of the family Omens she's the least likely to make personal calls like this, but she's here now, squawking at Ford like an alarm with her wings outstretched to be big and scary.
If Ford tries to ignore her, she will fly up and peck at his metal plate. This is important!!!]
However, Stan doesn't return to the scene of the crime. Instead, a puff of smoke slips in through the open window and forms into Pollux right on top of what Ford is trying to decipher. Of the family Omens she's the least likely to make personal calls like this, but she's here now, squawking at Ford like an alarm with her wings outstretched to be big and scary.
If Ford tries to ignore her, she will fly up and peck at his metal plate. This is important!!!]
[ It took fighting through endless distractions and an exploding pen, but Ford finally has Dipper's hidden message sorted out—and then Pollux lands on the book right as he's trying to dot the last period. ]
Pollux—!
[ ... Wait a second. Pollux doesn't usually seek him out directly like this. Seeking out Castor is one thing, but Ford himself? Even if she hasn't gotten so distressed as to outright speak to him, that's still not a good sign.
Ford closes the book, not even worrying that it's going to smear the still-drying ink. ]
Where is he?
Pollux—!
[ ... Wait a second. Pollux doesn't usually seek him out directly like this. Seeking out Castor is one thing, but Ford himself? Even if she hasn't gotten so distressed as to outright speak to him, that's still not a good sign.
Ford closes the book, not even worrying that it's going to smear the still-drying ink. ]
Where is he?
[The question gets her to stop squawking, and she shoots off into the air and over Ford's shoulder. She's very fast, but she purposefully leaves a thick smoke trail for Ford to follow.
It takes him down the hall, past quite a bit of gunfire damage, and down the stairs. Once he hits the ground floor her trail leads out the door, but he probably won't need it anymore at that point. From there he'll be able to hear Stan struggling in pain.
When Pollux left Stan was still face down in the dirt, but he's trying to get himself up on his feet now and using the Red Herring for leverage. "Trying" being the key word, of course - every time he moves more than half an inch he hisses and has to still so he can catch his breath and keep everything from tilting.]
It takes him down the hall, past quite a bit of gunfire damage, and down the stairs. Once he hits the ground floor her trail leads out the door, but he probably won't need it anymore at that point. From there he'll be able to hear Stan struggling in pain.
When Pollux left Stan was still face down in the dirt, but he's trying to get himself up on his feet now and using the Red Herring for leverage. "Trying" being the key word, of course - every time he moves more than half an inch he hisses and has to still so he can catch his breath and keep everything from tilting.]
[ Ford blinks. Something about that is trying to click into place, but it doesn't quite manage it. He shakes his head. ]
I thought it was Soos's break room before I came back.
I thought it was Soos's break room before I came back.
[ Ford, fortunately, has a great deal of experience chasing down omens. And, fortunately(?), he does not in fact need to be guided once he's outside. ]
Stanley!
[ Not dead, but clearly injured and struggling. Ford hurries to his side. Castor fades into existence in a swirl of dark smoke alongside him, then zips ahead and swoops in anxious circles around Stan's head. ]
Stanley!
[ Not dead, but clearly injured and struggling. Ford hurries to his side. Castor fades into existence in a swirl of dark smoke alongside him, then zips ahead and swoops in anxious circles around Stan's head. ]
Ford!
[This is excellent news. Honestly he thought he was going to have to force himself up the stairs to go get Ford, but not having to deal with that is such a relief.
Castor is less of a relief though, and Stan makes a weak half-hearted attempt to shoo away.]
Cut it out, I'm trying to get uh--!
[That was a little too much though and Stan wheezes. He reaches out for Ford though. A little help?]
I...broke some ribs, I think? Ugh, I feel like...like I got hit with a BOULDER...
[This is excellent news. Honestly he thought he was going to have to force himself up the stairs to go get Ford, but not having to deal with that is such a relief.
Castor is less of a relief though, and Stan makes a weak half-hearted attempt to shoo away.]
Cut it out, I'm trying to get uh--!
[That was a little too much though and Stan wheezes. He reaches out for Ford though. A little help?]
I...broke some ribs, I think? Ugh, I feel like...like I got hit with a BOULDER...
[ Were it anyone else, Castor might be hurt. But Stan's default state of being is 'curmudgeonly', so it's a good sign if he's feel well enough to try to shoo her away. Satisfied, she flutters away and settles on the ground.
Ford is a little less relieved, however. ]
Broken ribs?! What on earth happened?
[ He does offer a hand out to Stan, though not more than that right away. He doesn't want to risk making it worse. ]
Ford is a little less relieved, however. ]
Broken ribs?! What on earth happened?
[ He does offer a hand out to Stan, though not more than that right away. He doesn't want to risk making it worse. ]
[Pollux with fly over and join Castor on the ground - she hasn't gone away fully just yet, because someone needs to caw at Stanley if he tries to do anything stupid.
He takes Ford's hand and after a second of steeling himself he pulls himself upright with a loud hiss of pain.]
M'good! I-- [Wheeze!] I just needed to be on my feet...
[Pollux SQUWACKS and encourages Castor to join in, and Stan makes a face their way. Jerks! He hasn't actually let go of Ford's arm though, just in case. That being said, he's doing a better job ignoring the pain now that he isn't actively bending to try and stand anymore.]
Anyway, uh. A lot happened? Pretty sure I know who killed Dipper, for starters. Loop's chasing 'em down now. Got in a fight with Odile over it though. She did some... [He's blanking on their word for it.] ...magic thing? Hit me in the back. Possibly with a magic bolder.
[Ford's welcome to look if he needs to, Stan won't stop him. There is indeed a big bruise on his back, at his ribs! There are no boulders around though.]
He takes Ford's hand and after a second of steeling himself he pulls himself upright with a loud hiss of pain.]
M'good! I-- [Wheeze!] I just needed to be on my feet...
[Pollux SQUWACKS and encourages Castor to join in, and Stan makes a face their way. Jerks! He hasn't actually let go of Ford's arm though, just in case. That being said, he's doing a better job ignoring the pain now that he isn't actively bending to try and stand anymore.]
Anyway, uh. A lot happened? Pretty sure I know who killed Dipper, for starters. Loop's chasing 'em down now. Got in a fight with Odile over it though. She did some... [He's blanking on their word for it.] ...magic thing? Hit me in the back. Possibly with a magic bolder.
[Ford's welcome to look if he needs to, Stan won't stop him. There is indeed a big bruise on his back, at his ribs! There are no boulders around though.]
[ Oh, that's a lot of information to be receiving all at once! He'll have to address it piecemeal. ]
Loop is? Will they be alright?
[ Ford doesn't know them that well, but what he's seen and heard makes him think Loop is a little... precarious, when it comes to nerves. As for Stan, ford takes a look, but after a moment... ]
Well, you're not bleeding—on the outside, at least.
Loop is? Will they be alright?
[ Ford doesn't know them that well, but what he's seen and heard makes him think Loop is a little... precarious, when it comes to nerves. As for Stan, ford takes a look, but after a moment... ]
Well, you're not bleeding—on the outside, at least.
Yeah. From what I gather they're just as ticked about it as us. Different reasons though.
[He tenses while Ford looks, but sighs with the bare minimum amount of relief when he's done.]
Well. ...Guess it could be worse then?
[His laugh is awkward and a little too quiet for him, because he doesn't wanna aggravate the injury even more. It's also not actually funny, but he's pretty sure living through it means he's allowed to be flippant about it.]
Anyway Loop, uh. Their friend Siffrin? Apparently he's some kinda evil copy that might've killed the real one too. And Dipper. So they're-- they're y'know. Prolly getting their own revenge kill in...
[Wow, talking sucks right now. But what is he gonna do, not talk? There's so many things going on that he's just going to have to wheeze his way through them, obviously.]
[He tenses while Ford looks, but sighs with the bare minimum amount of relief when he's done.]
Well. ...Guess it could be worse then?
[His laugh is awkward and a little too quiet for him, because he doesn't wanna aggravate the injury even more. It's also not actually funny, but he's pretty sure living through it means he's allowed to be flippant about it.]
Anyway Loop, uh. Their friend Siffrin? Apparently he's some kinda evil copy that might've killed the real one too. And Dipper. So they're-- they're y'know. Prolly getting their own revenge kill in...
[Wow, talking sucks right now. But what is he gonna do, not talk? There's so many things going on that he's just going to have to wheeze his way through them, obviously.]
Yeah, that's because I gave it to him after we were done fighting. His old breakroom was that weird closet with all the boiler pipes in it.
[This is actually kind of a silly memory. It will be nice to talk about.]
So, it started when I got tired of Mabel having sleepovers in our room all the time, we argued about having some ground rules in the attic. Soos found it while we were debating over having separate rooms. Grunkle Stan made us compete for the room which went as well as you can probably expect.
Aaaand then we accidentally activated the hideous electron carpet.
[This is actually kind of a silly memory. It will be nice to talk about.]
So, it started when I got tired of Mabel having sleepovers in our room all the time, we argued about having some ground rules in the attic. Soos found it while we were debating over having separate rooms. Grunkle Stan made us compete for the room which went as well as you can probably expect.
Aaaand then we accidentally activated the hideous electron carpet.
[ Ford listens to the story with interest, a smile slowly spreading as Dipper speaks. It's normal for siblings to squabble, but one of the only fights Ford's seen break out between Dipper and Mabel had catastrophic consequences. It's nice to hear about a less serious bickering spat.
Though, he does let out of a scoff that's half amused and half offended. ]
It wasn't that ugly. [ A pause. ] Not in the 70s, at least. And I thought the symbol would make it a little obvious what it did.
Though, he does let out of a scoff that's half amused and half offended. ]
It wasn't that ugly. [ A pause. ] Not in the 70s, at least. And I thought the symbol would make it a little obvious what it did.
Dude, I'm not exactly an expert on interior decorating, but that thing didn't match anything in that room, come on man.
[He's only half serious ribbing his uncle but also, come on. Anyway-]
Also, I need to point out that all those symbols failed to say body swap carpet in a way any of us could figure out before it was too late.
[He's only half serious ribbing his uncle but also, come on. Anyway-]
Also, I need to point out that all those symbols failed to say body swap carpet in a way any of us could figure out before it was too late.
Not matching anything it how it worked in the 70s. You should have seen Fiddleford's leg warmers collection.
[ Not to mention some of his interior decorating choices. ]
And I couldn't just weave the words 'body swap carpet' into it. Then it would be really ugly.
[ Not to mention some of his interior decorating choices. ]
And I couldn't just weave the words 'body swap carpet' into it. Then it would be really ugly.
Yeesh. No thanks, I think I'm good.
[That's forbidden knowledge.]
Why on earth did you make that thing, anyway?
[That's forbidden knowledge.]
Why on earth did you make that thing, anyway?
[ The denial gets a chuckle from Ford, but the question has him looking somewhat sheepish. ]
Well... because I could, mostly. I'd already worked a little bit with transference when I made the mind control tie, and I wondered if I might be able to achieve something even more thorough.
Well... because I could, mostly. I'd already worked a little bit with transference when I made the mind control tie, and I wondered if I might be able to achieve something even more thorough.
Huh. [Yeah, much like with the mind control tie. Frightfully morally ambiguous.]
Oh. Right, I actually came here to ask you something. Did you save any samples of my corpse?
Oh. Right, I actually came here to ask you something. Did you save any samples of my corpse?
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