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EVENT 018
LIKE BRANCHES ON A TREE
A WINTER WONDERLAND
For a brief time, the world seems brighter; the sun pokes through the clouds more, and the gloomy atmosphere of the constant overcast days lessens ever so slightly. The sky seems bigger, brighter… but, it is the end of autumn as we know it and with the change of leaves comes bitter frost. The change is practically overnight — one morning grants pretty frosted windows and pleasantly crunchy leaves underfoot, and the next the world is being softly blanketed in snow.
Heimr stands at the window of the General Store, and every time he sees someone not dressed for the weather, he immediately calls them in. No one leaves without a proper pair of winter shoes and a coat, and the more you try to decline, the more he adds. Hats. Scarves. Gloves. Snow pants. Just make it easy on the both of you. Although, if you do feel you need that for the weather, he’ll oblige … And at least everything is nice to look at alongside being high quality.
Those with the bone ring may hear childish giggling as they leave, see the flick of a fox tail out of the corner of their eyes — but Plum is content to stay in the shadows still.
Winter frost and the falling snow seem to spread everywhere — Callan’s lake already has ice forming a thin shell on top while Terho’s cabin is blanketed in white. The river water is crisp and clear as ever, but the cold is bone deep and the Guardian tires from it already. Even the beach seems washed over with the cold.
Winter is here, and the cutting chill already tells you one thing: this won’t be an easy one.
Heimr stands at the window of the General Store, and every time he sees someone not dressed for the weather, he immediately calls them in. No one leaves without a proper pair of winter shoes and a coat, and the more you try to decline, the more he adds. Hats. Scarves. Gloves. Snow pants. Just make it easy on the both of you. Although, if you do feel you need that for the weather, he’ll oblige … And at least everything is nice to look at alongside being high quality.
Those with the bone ring may hear childish giggling as they leave, see the flick of a fox tail out of the corner of their eyes — but Plum is content to stay in the shadows still.
Winter frost and the falling snow seem to spread everywhere — Callan’s lake already has ice forming a thin shell on top while Terho’s cabin is blanketed in white. The river water is crisp and clear as ever, but the cold is bone deep and the Guardian tires from it already. Even the beach seems washed over with the cold.
Winter is here, and the cutting chill already tells you one thing: this won’t be an easy one.
WHISPERS IN THE WOODS
As the weather worsens, the forest and fog seem to open in sprawling paths. Some are inviting, a warm feeling in the air and even plant life poking through the snow still, an early spring! Some are alluring, wind beckoning and urging you forward. Come home, it says. Come home.
Even if you know it’s a bad idea, others might not — will you really let Mamika wander into the woods alone? Not that it’s truly her. The forest isn’t above tricks to get what it wants, and will lure you down these paths with illusions and mirages, the sounds of voices you know and love calling for you, for help, for anything and anyone — and maybe that is a trick, but can you really risk it?
Regardless, once you’re on the path, there’s no going back. It leads to a dead end and the fog closes around you. You’re trapped, alone in the woods, and all eyes are on you.
Even if you know it’s a bad idea, others might not — will you really let Mamika wander into the woods alone? Not that it’s truly her. The forest isn’t above tricks to get what it wants, and will lure you down these paths with illusions and mirages, the sounds of voices you know and love calling for you, for help, for anything and anyone — and maybe that is a trick, but can you really risk it?
Regardless, once you’re on the path, there’s no going back. It leads to a dead end and the fog closes around you. You’re trapped, alone in the woods, and all eyes are on you.
A DIFFERENT “ME”
… But only for a few hours. After that, you’re free to go, unharmed and unscathed. It’s just that… are you really you? Your clothes are different. Your memories too. Maybe now you remember making a different choice at a major crossroad. Maybe you didn’t save them. Maybe you did. Maybe everything went wildly wrong, and maybe it actually went right. But you’re different now, despite remembering your life in the abandoned Grove and all the people here clearly.
As you wander back off the path into town, you know this is right. You’ve been trapped here for however long with the people here, and maybe you no longer love them like this, but you know them, know yourself, and know what’s happened.
You’re just from a different walk of life, now.
As you wander back off the path into town, you know this is right. You’ve been trapped here for however long with the people here, and maybe you no longer love them like this, but you know them, know yourself, and know what’s happened.
You’re just from a different walk of life, now.
SPARK NOTES
CLICK TO EXPAND!
A WINTER WONDERLAND
Winter has come, and during the light snowstorms, Heimr is lovingly forcing everyone into winter clothing. The more you say no, the more clothing you get. Be warm or else!
WHISPERS IN THE WOODS
Mysterious pathways open up in the woods. Should you go into them as they tempt you with murmurs and whispers, you'll be trapped for a few hours by a fog wall you can't pass through.
A DIFFERENT “ME”
But don't worry, you'll come out fine in the end - just with a few memories, or maybe even your physical body, changed entirely. Everyone will still recognize you as "you", and you'll still recognize the others... but maybe you know something has changed. Or maybe you don't.
OOC
Everyone thank Aspen for this month's player plot! Enjoy playing your AUs (or not) and get ready for winter. OOC Plotting Lives Here if you'd like to plot anything out!
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[And Dipper very nonchalantly pulls out a journal. "His" journal. He sets it on the table.]
This is the journal I found in my room. It's definitely mine, but I don't recognize a lot of what's written in here, and it's stuffed with photos I don't recognize, and it's numbered higher than the one I remember writing in before we went into the forest.
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...Right. So, it'll know the stuff we don't.
[He doesn't say it, but Dipper has enough of the same memories to know - it's basically like Mabel's scrapbook. It's enough to make Stan calm down a little. Whatever's in there will probably be proof. That being said, this Dipper's been carrying it around, so Stan raises an eyebrow at him.]
Did you already look through it?
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[He flips it open. He's careful to remove some of the photos jammed in it.]
I've got a few questions to ask you about it, actually, since your memories line up more with whats in here than with what I remember. But first...
[Flip, flip, flip, here we go.]
"September 5th, parenthesis-approximately-parenthesis, Grunkle Stan and Grunkle Ford seem to be settling in okay here in the Grove. Grunkle Stan's already dine-and-dashed twice from the Cafe, but I expected that, and have just been prepaying his coffee before he gets here. Passenger doesn't seem too fussed about it so it's probably fine. Speaking of which, I got a pretty sweet tip payout tonight, so I'm going to go buy that pots and pan set in Heimr's shop I had my eye on."
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Alright, alright. I guess there's one thing different. Sheesh, that's lousy of me though. ...I'd say sorry but, y'know. It didn't happen to you, 'cause I paid!
[That being said, it didn't...trigger anything. It's like the photos in their new home. They're there and he can tell what happened, but nothing snaps into place the way it did with Mabel's scrapbook.]
I don't get it though. I-- [He pauses, then corrects mid-sentence:] --I remember telling you kids money ain't everything. ...There's all sorts of things money's never gonna buy you.
[From someone else, that might sound like a cheesy inspirational quote, but out of Stan's mouth is sounds sad and bitter. He shifts before it can linger too long though.]
Besides, there isn't even a real economy here! What, did I really wanna keep a couple shiny rocks or bones that bad?!
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Well, I have a theory, because there's definitely more different about me than just memories, right?
[He waves his hand in front of his eye to punctuate that.]
I think it's possible we're all just in the wrong timeline, right now. Like, the Dipper who wrote this book and I are just. Separate iterations. Maybe its the same for you. You're not missing memories so much as you are just a different version that for whatever reason doesn't have the same money motivation the Stan I remember does.
[Of course, Dipper isn't sure what might have changed that, but something clearly went differently in his past. Sadly Stan has always been cagey about stuff like that so he literally has no idea.]
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[At least, about Dipper being more different than just his memories. That should have been obvious from the start, with his mysteriously healed eye. He knew this on some level, but had just really, really wanted himself to be an exception. By the end of Dipper's explanation though, Stan's eyes widen.]
Oh. So I didn't lose anything, I just never had it?
[For some reason, that's a lot easier to deal with than the thought of him missing memories again after working so hard to put his brain back together. He frowns though, after a little more consideration.]
I mean. I dunno, it's not like I was never than kind of person about money. I just...gave on it. Grew out of it, or something.
[What a cagey answer, as expected!]
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[He hums, tapping his fingers on the pages of the journal.]
So, maybe whatever it is that made you give up on it, is something that just didn't happen to the other Grunkle Stan. Do you remember what it was?
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Sure. I got a lucky break in my twenties, made a million dollars, and learned the hard way that money was never going to be enough for some people.
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So, then. I guess the other Grunkle Stan never got this lucky break.
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[It's a rough subject, so he pivots away from it and turns the conversation back to Dipper.]
So! You had stuff you wanted to ask me about?
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[But for now, he is generous and lets it drop. He does have questions.]
Right, so ...I've been reading the journal and there's a ton of stuff that's missing context, mostly because this is his Journal 3. What's the deal with Trench? And... [He flips through a few more pages.] "Deerington", I guess? Both of those places come up a few times but I don't recognize them at all.
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[He knows he's not as good at the whole recapping thing as Dipper and Ford, but right now he's the only one who has a semi-accurate recollection of the situation, so it's gotta be him.]
Okay, so. You kids were heading home to California and me and Ford were out on the ocean and we got sucked into this place called Deerington? It looked like a town straight out of the fifties, but it was actually the dream of some...really powerful little girl? We were there for a little bit, you and Ford at first, then me, then Mabel turned up after. The dream started crumbling after a little while though, so we took the chance to get out and move on.
[There are a lot of details missing, a lot of hardship and pain, but as far as Stan's concerned this Dipper doesn't need to know everything. Just telling him what the place is should be enough.]
Apparently "moving on" meant waking up in Trench as weird magic squid people? ...Don't look at me like that! We literally washed up on a beach as squid and when we turned back into people we found out we have blood magic now! The people there called us Sleepers and they kinda worshipped us a little? So we stayed there for a while, until--
[--until he abandoned everyone by vanishing into the ocean first. He stumbles over this part, noticeably skipping something.]
--well, we all wound up back in the ocean eventually. You woke up here first, then me and Ford showed up, and now we're waiting on Mabel.
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[But here he is, also in another dimension, and he has been for a few months now. Really it's not the multiversal stuff that bothers him, it's the Squid People thing and blood magic.]
So is the blood stuff the reason you turn blue when you're flustered? The journal mentions using bloodstones to develop photos and also like? Powers? There was something about a dreamscape incident he wrote about that sounds pretty crazy.
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[No one's actually told him he flushes blue, but it makes enough sense.]
But yeah, we all got different blood types. Mine's coldblood, so it's blue and I can do tricks now--!
[In case Dipper still thinks it sounds nuts, Stan twiddles his fingers and lets blue flames dance around them. Ta da!]
Yours is paleblood, so you can do a lot of stuff with dreams and the mindscape and--
[Wait. Wait...]
...wait. Dreamscape incident? What?
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[He opens his mouth to answer him only to realize, at that very moment, that he just accidentally snitched on his other self. Stan doesn't know about this. It happened before this uncles got here if the dates are right.]
[FUCK.]
Oh. Uh. That. So you um. [He clears his throat.] It's probably nothing worth bringing up, hey uh. So what about Grunkle Ford?
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He's got darkblood. It's sparkly and he can mess around with reality but he doesn't do it much.
[He's still got his fire on, moving his hand around as he talks. Left, right, left, hoping that Dipper's attention follows it--
--and if it does, he's going to make a sudden grab for the journal, with his free hand. Bullshit it's nothing worth bringing up.]
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Hey! Give it back Grunkle Stan!
[He is not above reaching across this table to try and wrestle it away from him, this sure looks hilarious since they're at the Cafe still. I hope Passenger enjoys his soaps.]
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Not a chance! Look, I don't make a habit of snooping through his magic diary, but if there's something going on with his magic then it's for his own good! It-- ugh, it's too convoluted to explain, but that kinda thing can get a lot worse really fast.
[He remembers arriving, and seeing black feathers sticking out of his Dipper's hair. He knows some of the cause by now, but he's always suspected there was more under the surface. Right now's the perfect time to take advantage of the chance he's got here to figure out more about it.]
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[Yeah, the fire is too hot, which is what really helps him not be super freaked out by it honestly. Bill's fire felt such a certain way- its clear this isn't the same. However it means he has to back off.]
[So he does, but not happily. He sits back down with his arms crossed and a sour look on his face.]
Okay but, what if he had a really good reason not to tell you!
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That doesn't mean he's going to cave, of course. But he doesn't just tell him "tough luck" and start reading. He just raises an eyebrow.]
Well, you read it already, right? What's his reason for not telling? ...And not wanting us to worry about it doesn't count. Does he have another reason?
[They're supposed to be talking more, to ease the symptoms of blood corruption before they get too bad. It's a hard habit to break, especially on Stan's end, but it means it's the least valid reason Dipper could give for not wanting to share.]
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Well-
[Sighs. He did read it, and he does know. He just doesn't think Stan will buy it as a good excuse now.]
No, it's ...mostly that. He didn't outright say that was why he was keeping it from you, but from what I gathered of the incident the whole thing had been...
[He taps his fingers on the table a bit anxiously.]
I think he really wanted to put it behind him.
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Listen. There's...a lot I'm not gonna tell you about him and what he's been through. And about me and the Ford I'm used to, and how Sleepers work. Either you know it already from this thing-- [He waves the journal.] --or you don't, and it'll just keep you up at night for no reason.
[That directly contradicts being afraid of worrying someone being a terrible reason, but it's different and Stan knows it is. He taps his fingers on the table too, mirroring Dipper and thinking.]
What I'll say is...
[He draws it out, trying to look for something that will make this Dipper get it without giving anything away for real. He's stalling, biting his lip.]
...not telling us this kinda stuff can make him..."sick" if he does it too much. That's why not wanting to worry us isn't a way out of it - 'cause one of the things that helps is noticing and worrying and, ugh. Talking it out.
[Gross! He still doesn't like talking things out after all this time! Just this conversation is going to give him hives!!!]
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[It's half joke and half deadly serious. If it's something the Pines hella don't want to do, it's that. Dipper likes to think he's better about it than most. Mabel doesn't let him get away with much, but Stan and Ford? Haha, yikes.]
[But that explanation makes sense. The Other Dipper talked about corruption a few times in the journal, marking the differences between the Forest's corruption and Sleeper Corruption but without too much explanation, only that he was worried about it. That could be the "sickness" he was talking about. Especially if he was worried about it while alone.]
Fine. You've got the journal anyway, so it's not like I can stop you. I don't get a lot of it, anyway because I've basically got a busted puzzle where someone fed half the pieces to Callan. Though, it sure is worrying just how cagey you're being about all of it.
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Yeah, well, I'm allowed to be cagey with you. Perks of being your Grunkle from another timeline or whatever.
[Mostly because he's a hypocrite! But at least a little because it's a lot to dump on this Dipper at once when he's probably not even gonna remember it or be able to do anything with that information.
Anyway, enough stalling. Stan flips open the journal and starts looking for anywhere Dipper might've talked about a dreamscape incident. He's honestly skimming for specifically that, skipping past anything that isn't relevant for now. What has Dipper written about it?]
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The journal, though, will tell Stan what he wants to know pretty fast. It was something that happened pretty early in his stay in the Grove. It starts with explaining how they're trapped in an underwater base with no way out and how the entire Grove is slowly going stir-crazy. Food is limited, something keeps banging against the walls of the base. The emotional feedback is starting to make Dipper feel crazy so he has to get out for a while.
He's going to go exploring in the deep using some of the diving equipment. Maybe there's some clue about their situation that can get them out of here.
The next page starts with "I fucked up. I fucked up bad."
Dipper explains that he found the lost temple of the Fallen Sun jerk down in the depths, but when he got close he got driven out by some kind of sea serpent. As he tried to escape, something got a hold of his pendent and he blacked out. He describes it as how the cursed bedroom possessed him with its lingering bad emotional energy but a THOUSAND times worse. when he woke up again, he found out his powers going out of control dragged the entire grove into a dreamscape. Several people had to help Alcaid find and wake him up, and that it almost sent him into Beasthood because he has a new scar around his eye.
It was a huge mess, but so far no ones come to kick him out of the Grove or banish him or whatever. He's going to make an entry in the netbook about it. Try and apologize. What a mess...]
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