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entrancelogs2015-07-16 03:38 am
krmvgivv) wrote in entrancelogs2015-07-16 03:38 am
open } pose with your brother, won't you be a good sister?
Who: Dipper, Mirror!Dipper, Mabel, Mirror!Mabel, YOU!, Mirror YOU!
Where: Dipper and Mabel's room, various parts of the mansion, various parts of the mirror mansion.
When: July 16
Rating: PGish
Summary: Dipper and Mabel go investigating on the Mirror side. Mirror Dipper and Mirror Mabel have fun on the real side.
The Story:
Prologue - Closed - Real Side
Dipper frowns, tossing a ball from the ball pit through the tear that appeared in their room for the twelfth time. He’s found about seven of the balls, which means five are unaccounted for. He’s not sure if that means they’re somewhere else in the mansion or… elsewhere. But he does know not one has shown up in the same place twice. He looks over at Mabel. “So, how do you feel about doing something that’s probably unbelievably stupid with me?”
Mabel has been watching this whole thing with the sort of fascination only she can manage when it comes to people doing unbelievably weird things. Also it’s just been kinda funny to see where all those balls end up. She’s presently flopped across her bed, lying upside down so that her hair drags the floor, but she rolls over (and promptly has to part the curtain of hair that has fallen over her face) at the question. “Unbelievably stupid like jumping through one of those hole things?”
That’s not a disagreement. She’s just making sure he hasn’t let his mind wander to something else equally dumb and exciting. It’s Dipper. You always have to be sure.
“Exactly like that.” Dipper pokes at the tear with his pen, then puts his whole hand through, but it…. doesn’t really feel like much. At least it’s not on fire or anything. “We know that it could just take us somewhere else in the mansion. But if it doesn’t, it could bring us closer to solving all the mysteries of Wonderland!” He pulls his hand back, turning towards Mabel with an excited grin. “What if it takes us over to the Mirror side? Think of all the things we could figure out!”
“I thought you said you had to do that alone.” She looks hopeful, but she also doesn’t want to be the one who gets excited about something, only for Dipper to remember and crush her dreams. She sits up and idly presses her fingers together, trying to look adorable and sad. Look at her, Dipper. She wants to come with. “In case… your Mirror tried to pull something over here?”
No one can ever say she didn’t try to remind him of what he told her before, even if she’s hoping this isn’t a mistake and he’s definitely planning on going with her.
He hesitates, since she’s not wrong. That’s the smarter move. Have one twin on each side, let them keep each other safe. But it was easier to make that plan when there wasn’t a potentially dangerous portal that only probably led to the Mirror side. It was also possible it led somewhere even more dangerous, or even home, though that seemed unlikely. He turns away from the tear to look at her. “That was the plan. But I don’t know for sure this is going to the Mirror side.” He shrugs a shoulder, fiddling with his pen. “I don’t like the thought of vanishing somewhere completely random. What if the notebooks don’t work from there? What if I can’t get back?” What if she ends up stranded without her brother and feels as awful as he did for the week when she vanished? What if she doesn’t feel as awful because she’s better at making friends than he is and would probably be fine?
A part of him worries that this is worse, that he’s dragging her into danger when he shouldn’t be and he’s going to get her hurt. But they make a good team, and the fact is, this isn’t just dumb, it’s kind of scary, though he won’t say it out loud. He’ll feel better with Mabel there with him.
“Yes!” She leaps from the bed and snatches her grappling hook up, as if she wasn’t just looking about to get on her knees and beg. The truth is she doesn’t want him going anywhere she can’t see him. The whole 8-Ball fiasco is still fresh in her mind, and if something does happen to him and she’s not there to bail him out, she’ll never forgive herself. He needs her there, especially if he’s going to do anything potentially dangerous.
“Mystery Twins!” She shouts victoriously, pointing the grappling hook at the ceiling, and raising her free hand for a fistbump.
“Mystery Twins.” He bumps his fist against hers with a much more sedated smile, then takes her hand. “On three?”
“One,” she starts with a firm nod, tightening her grip on both his hand and the grappling hook.
“Two,” Dipper continues, tucking his pen away and touching both Journal 3 and the Resistance Notebook in his vest pocket to make sure they’re secure.
“Three!” they said together, and in unison, jumped into the tear.
Real Mystery Twins - Open - Mirror Side
Mabel tumbles out into a hallway and leaps to her feet, turning her grappling hook on whatever happens to be to her left, whether it be a wall or a potted plant or someone’s cat that wandered away. It doesn’t matter. It’s a Mirror Cat and clearly less adorable than a regular cat. “Did we make it, Dip?” Her expression shifts a bit to confusion. “‘Cause… This looks like a regular hallway in the mansion. If this is the Mirror Side, shouldn’t everything be all… backwards?”
“The hallway might look the same,” Dipper says, walking towards the windows, “But we definitely made it. Look.” He points outside. The view looks pretty similar to the view from the mansion, with one major exception: it’s entirely black and white. “I’ve read about this. Only the Mansion and the Mirror residents are in color.”
“Bleah. Someone call Crandolph the Fabulous pronto.” Mabel’s expression twists into a grimace as she peers out the window and backs up, tugging on her sweater. “So I guess that means our Mirrors are over on our side now. Maybe they’ll just… hang out in our room and not do anything weird or creepy.”
“Let’s hope.” Dipper looks back at a mirror and grimaces a little. “I’m sure someone on our side can handle them.” He hopes. He looks over at Mabel and grins. “Anyway, it’ll all be worth it if we can make some kind of neat discovery! Let’s find the core!”
“To the core!” She grabs Dipper’s hand and begins running down the hall, clearly not concerned that they’re in uncharted territory with a lot of potential bad guys running around. They’re just two kids to most people, and sometimes that’s an advantage.
Mirror Twins - Closed to Bill - Real Side
Meanwhile, it’s an advantage to their Mirrors, as well. Mabel frowns as she looks around the room, smoothing her pleated black skirt with a distasteful expression. “Ugh. They’re so untidy.” Hesitantly, she picks up one of Mabel’s sweaters and sniffs it experimentally, only to drop it back on the floor with a disgusted noise. “Why do her clothes smell like a locker room?”
“Don’t know, don’t care.” Dipper walks across the room and starts rifling through the real Dipper’s drawers, flipping through his books, carelessly dropping everything on the floor. “Ugh, he must have taken it with him. Too much to hope for that he’d have left it behind.”
Mabel is investigating the closet, looking for something that doesn’t smell like it might have been dragged across a sweaty prepubescent boy’s pitts at some point. If she’s going to do this, she can’t wander around looking like a schoolgirl. She has to- God forbid- look the part. “Such a shame, brother dear. Ah, here we go.” She finds a sweater that suits her tastes and pulls it on over her collared shirt and vest. It doesn’t really make her look exactly like her Real, but hopefully people will be blinded by the amount of sparkles on it and won’t notice.
That done, she wanders back over to her twin and prods him in on the shoulder. “Don’t be so glum, chum. We have someone you’re positively vibrating to meet over here. And that’s worth its weight in stupid books.”
That mollifies Dipper slightly and he shoves over a few of Dipper’s books just to make a point, then grabs a permanent marker from the jar on Dipper’s desk.
“Yes, yes it is.” With deft, practiced motions, he draws a triangle on Dipper’s desk and an eye right in the middle. “Sdrawkcab egassem, sdrawkcab egassem, sdrawkcab egassem,” he mutters, not quite the full summoning ritual, but then again, he doubts it’s necessary. Bill knows they’re here. Honestly this is just a formality.
Mabel sits down on the bed and grins, kicking her feet excitedly. “It’s playtime,” she practically coos.
Mirror Dipper - Open - Real Side
All is right in the world, though Dipper still isn’t sure if his usual connection to Bill will work through the mirror. Wonderland isn’t Gravity Falls, and it’s hard to know how the process will translate. Still, he wanders the mansion, looking more confident than Dipper ever looks… not to mention better dressed. He’s not trying to pass as his so-called real doppelganger, so he looks as he always does, dressed in a blazer and slacks with his hair combed back from his face so that his birthmark shows clearly.
He doesn’t really need to investigate this side of Wonderland. After all, he has an ally who knows everything. But there’s one thing he can do, and that’s to wander the halls and draw eyes of providence anywhere that looks like it might be interesting. For a guy with one eye, Bill Cipher sure has a lot he can see, and it’s definitely in Dipper’s interest to make sure he can see as much as possible. So he scrawls the symbol everywhere.
Also it’s nice and vaguely menacing. He can appreciate that.
Mirror Mabel - Open - Real Side
Mabel isn’t as big on the Bill Cipher World Domination Plan as her brother is- it’s great, but Bill’s attention, much as she hates it, is fickle, and she thrives on attention, negative or otherwise. So she figures there’s some damage she can cause with her Real’s friendgroup. Currently dressed in one of Mabel’s sparkliest sweaters and looking exactly like her Real (up until she opens her mouth and everyone can see she’s braces-free), she’s found herself a spot in the garden with a scrapbook. It’s research. If it means she gets to laugh at what a weird child her Real is at the same time… Well, whatever.
[Please specify who you want! Real!Dipper and Mabel will mostly be sticking together, but the Mirror Twins will be doing their own thing. Open to prose or action spam, whichever suits your fancy!]
Where: Dipper and Mabel's room, various parts of the mansion, various parts of the mirror mansion.
When: July 16
Rating: PGish
Summary: Dipper and Mabel go investigating on the Mirror side. Mirror Dipper and Mirror Mabel have fun on the real side.
The Story:
Dipper frowns, tossing a ball from the ball pit through the tear that appeared in their room for the twelfth time. He’s found about seven of the balls, which means five are unaccounted for. He’s not sure if that means they’re somewhere else in the mansion or… elsewhere. But he does know not one has shown up in the same place twice. He looks over at Mabel. “So, how do you feel about doing something that’s probably unbelievably stupid with me?”
Mabel has been watching this whole thing with the sort of fascination only she can manage when it comes to people doing unbelievably weird things. Also it’s just been kinda funny to see where all those balls end up. She’s presently flopped across her bed, lying upside down so that her hair drags the floor, but she rolls over (and promptly has to part the curtain of hair that has fallen over her face) at the question. “Unbelievably stupid like jumping through one of those hole things?”
That’s not a disagreement. She’s just making sure he hasn’t let his mind wander to something else equally dumb and exciting. It’s Dipper. You always have to be sure.
“Exactly like that.” Dipper pokes at the tear with his pen, then puts his whole hand through, but it…. doesn’t really feel like much. At least it’s not on fire or anything. “We know that it could just take us somewhere else in the mansion. But if it doesn’t, it could bring us closer to solving all the mysteries of Wonderland!” He pulls his hand back, turning towards Mabel with an excited grin. “What if it takes us over to the Mirror side? Think of all the things we could figure out!”
“I thought you said you had to do that alone.” She looks hopeful, but she also doesn’t want to be the one who gets excited about something, only for Dipper to remember and crush her dreams. She sits up and idly presses her fingers together, trying to look adorable and sad. Look at her, Dipper. She wants to come with. “In case… your Mirror tried to pull something over here?”
No one can ever say she didn’t try to remind him of what he told her before, even if she’s hoping this isn’t a mistake and he’s definitely planning on going with her.
He hesitates, since she’s not wrong. That’s the smarter move. Have one twin on each side, let them keep each other safe. But it was easier to make that plan when there wasn’t a potentially dangerous portal that only probably led to the Mirror side. It was also possible it led somewhere even more dangerous, or even home, though that seemed unlikely. He turns away from the tear to look at her. “That was the plan. But I don’t know for sure this is going to the Mirror side.” He shrugs a shoulder, fiddling with his pen. “I don’t like the thought of vanishing somewhere completely random. What if the notebooks don’t work from there? What if I can’t get back?” What if she ends up stranded without her brother and feels as awful as he did for the week when she vanished? What if she doesn’t feel as awful because she’s better at making friends than he is and would probably be fine?
A part of him worries that this is worse, that he’s dragging her into danger when he shouldn’t be and he’s going to get her hurt. But they make a good team, and the fact is, this isn’t just dumb, it’s kind of scary, though he won’t say it out loud. He’ll feel better with Mabel there with him.
“Yes!” She leaps from the bed and snatches her grappling hook up, as if she wasn’t just looking about to get on her knees and beg. The truth is she doesn’t want him going anywhere she can’t see him. The whole 8-Ball fiasco is still fresh in her mind, and if something does happen to him and she’s not there to bail him out, she’ll never forgive herself. He needs her there, especially if he’s going to do anything potentially dangerous.
“Mystery Twins!” She shouts victoriously, pointing the grappling hook at the ceiling, and raising her free hand for a fistbump.
“Mystery Twins.” He bumps his fist against hers with a much more sedated smile, then takes her hand. “On three?”
“One,” she starts with a firm nod, tightening her grip on both his hand and the grappling hook.
“Two,” Dipper continues, tucking his pen away and touching both Journal 3 and the Resistance Notebook in his vest pocket to make sure they’re secure.
“Three!” they said together, and in unison, jumped into the tear.
Mabel tumbles out into a hallway and leaps to her feet, turning her grappling hook on whatever happens to be to her left, whether it be a wall or a potted plant or someone’s cat that wandered away. It doesn’t matter. It’s a Mirror Cat and clearly less adorable than a regular cat. “Did we make it, Dip?” Her expression shifts a bit to confusion. “‘Cause… This looks like a regular hallway in the mansion. If this is the Mirror Side, shouldn’t everything be all… backwards?”
“The hallway might look the same,” Dipper says, walking towards the windows, “But we definitely made it. Look.” He points outside. The view looks pretty similar to the view from the mansion, with one major exception: it’s entirely black and white. “I’ve read about this. Only the Mansion and the Mirror residents are in color.”
“Bleah. Someone call Crandolph the Fabulous pronto.” Mabel’s expression twists into a grimace as she peers out the window and backs up, tugging on her sweater. “So I guess that means our Mirrors are over on our side now. Maybe they’ll just… hang out in our room and not do anything weird or creepy.”
“Let’s hope.” Dipper looks back at a mirror and grimaces a little. “I’m sure someone on our side can handle them.” He hopes. He looks over at Mabel and grins. “Anyway, it’ll all be worth it if we can make some kind of neat discovery! Let’s find the core!”
“To the core!” She grabs Dipper’s hand and begins running down the hall, clearly not concerned that they’re in uncharted territory with a lot of potential bad guys running around. They’re just two kids to most people, and sometimes that’s an advantage.
Meanwhile, it’s an advantage to their Mirrors, as well. Mabel frowns as she looks around the room, smoothing her pleated black skirt with a distasteful expression. “Ugh. They’re so untidy.” Hesitantly, she picks up one of Mabel’s sweaters and sniffs it experimentally, only to drop it back on the floor with a disgusted noise. “Why do her clothes smell like a locker room?”
“Don’t know, don’t care.” Dipper walks across the room and starts rifling through the real Dipper’s drawers, flipping through his books, carelessly dropping everything on the floor. “Ugh, he must have taken it with him. Too much to hope for that he’d have left it behind.”
Mabel is investigating the closet, looking for something that doesn’t smell like it might have been dragged across a sweaty prepubescent boy’s pitts at some point. If she’s going to do this, she can’t wander around looking like a schoolgirl. She has to- God forbid- look the part. “Such a shame, brother dear. Ah, here we go.” She finds a sweater that suits her tastes and pulls it on over her collared shirt and vest. It doesn’t really make her look exactly like her Real, but hopefully people will be blinded by the amount of sparkles on it and won’t notice.
That done, she wanders back over to her twin and prods him in on the shoulder. “Don’t be so glum, chum. We have someone you’re positively vibrating to meet over here. And that’s worth its weight in stupid books.”
That mollifies Dipper slightly and he shoves over a few of Dipper’s books just to make a point, then grabs a permanent marker from the jar on Dipper’s desk.
“Yes, yes it is.” With deft, practiced motions, he draws a triangle on Dipper’s desk and an eye right in the middle. “Sdrawkcab egassem, sdrawkcab egassem, sdrawkcab egassem,” he mutters, not quite the full summoning ritual, but then again, he doubts it’s necessary. Bill knows they’re here. Honestly this is just a formality.
Mabel sits down on the bed and grins, kicking her feet excitedly. “It’s playtime,” she practically coos.
All is right in the world, though Dipper still isn’t sure if his usual connection to Bill will work through the mirror. Wonderland isn’t Gravity Falls, and it’s hard to know how the process will translate. Still, he wanders the mansion, looking more confident than Dipper ever looks… not to mention better dressed. He’s not trying to pass as his so-called real doppelganger, so he looks as he always does, dressed in a blazer and slacks with his hair combed back from his face so that his birthmark shows clearly.
He doesn’t really need to investigate this side of Wonderland. After all, he has an ally who knows everything. But there’s one thing he can do, and that’s to wander the halls and draw eyes of providence anywhere that looks like it might be interesting. For a guy with one eye, Bill Cipher sure has a lot he can see, and it’s definitely in Dipper’s interest to make sure he can see as much as possible. So he scrawls the symbol everywhere.
Also it’s nice and vaguely menacing. He can appreciate that.
Mabel isn’t as big on the Bill Cipher World Domination Plan as her brother is- it’s great, but Bill’s attention, much as she hates it, is fickle, and she thrives on attention, negative or otherwise. So she figures there’s some damage she can cause with her Real’s friendgroup. Currently dressed in one of Mabel’s sparkliest sweaters and looking exactly like her Real (up until she opens her mouth and everyone can see she’s braces-free), she’s found herself a spot in the garden with a scrapbook. It’s research. If it means she gets to laugh at what a weird child her Real is at the same time… Well, whatever.
[Please specify who you want! Real!Dipper and Mabel will mostly be sticking together, but the Mirror Twins will be doing their own thing. Open to prose or action spam, whichever suits your fancy!]
Mirror Side | Real kids
It's nuisances like these-- and to be fair, most everyone is a nuisance regardless of age --that lead to Sirius keeping mostly to himself. Not that he's not horribly charming. He is. He simply has no interest in using that charm if there's nothing to gain. And he can immediately see he has something to gain the moment he realizes that the boy is wearing his hair down. The Pines brother he's seen on the mirror side always has his bizarre birthmark on display. So that can mean only one thing.
Sirius thrusts his hands in his pockets casually as he approaches. They don't need to know he's grabbing hold of his wand just yet.]
Lost?
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..Prob..ably.] Nope. We know exactly where we are. We're here! And soon we're probably be... over there somewhere. See? Not lost at all.
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[He doesn't even try and hide the sarcasm. He doesn't believe Sirius is here to help. He doesn't see a reason to pretend otherwise.]
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So defensive. One word and I'm already demonized.
[He glances around.] I suppose you've already tried hopping back through those cracks. Assuming you have any intention of going back.
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[He smirks. He obviously doesn't see them as threats. He is, however, interested in seeing how they react to the suggestion that they might be the ones out to do harm.]
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[Or maybe they think they have lives to spare. How tragic.]
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[she looks at dipper and shrugs.]
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It's cute how you think it'd be as simple as dying.
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She could get much more out of you alive than dead. And that doesn't even get into unmaking.
[He's bluffing on the second count, of course. But they don't need to know that. It sounds menacing enough.]
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Besides, we can leave whenever we want.
SOMEDAY WE'LL FINISH THIS THREAD
[Sirius tilts his head in a slow, leisurely gesture. But his eyes stay locked on the children all he while.]
Or that you can leave?
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[she shudders.] What's been seen cannot be unseen.
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[Dipper rolls his eyes.]
We're not amateurs.
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[
MSirius leans down, looming right into their faces.]You've been here long enough to know your memories are not your own to keep, here. Who's to say any of them are you own period?
[Smirk.]
You could be as made as I am and never know it.
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[Unlike her brother, she's not paranoid, and is also 100% certain that nobody could make a person as weird as she is.]
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...he's too busy thinking about it to resist Mabel dragging him away, which is probably for the best. But sometime later she'll get to be treated to him waking her up in the middle of the night with an existential crisis.]