rosswood: if you don't have friends (how to make a movie)
Alex Kralie ([personal profile] rosswood) wrote in [community profile] entrancelogs2016-02-05 11:18 pm

'cause you thought you'd escaped

Who: Alex Kralie and anyone/everyone
Where: All around Gravity Falls
When: February 5th-9th (specify which day in the subject header)
Rating: Let's say PG-13. Alex is a foulmouth
Summary: Fairies and gremloblins and tourist traps, oh my!
The Story: beneath the cut!

February 5th and 6th; Mystery Mansion

God, he is so bored.

Alex thinks he might be starting to have an allergic reaction to how much obnoxiously fake stuff there is scattered all around this place. And people actually buy this crap? He turns over the price tag on one of the dubiously-named "attractions" and snorts. What a scam.

But man, he can't remember when he last had two hundred bucks in cold hard cash to just spend however he sees fit. Ordinarily that'd go to a savings account, or to chip away at those student loans, or would be added to his private stockpile devoted to the Production-Level Movie Equipment Investment Fund, but he sincerely doubts the money will linger past the event's end. So, with a sigh, Alex submits to the thrall of capitalist purchase. He might put forth some money for a tour just to see what all the fuss is about. He might even buy something other than a disposable camera, just to shake things up. He's gotta use up this cash somehow, right?

February 7th; Fairies

Of course, what should he walk into within five minutes of venturing into the woods but a swarm, a literal swarm, of winged little pests? He swats at them furiously, stumbling blind through the semi-thick woodland, practically snarling under his breath as those bright fluttering pains in the ass dodge every clumsy swipe of his hand. This place had better not have poison oak, or Alex will have words. He'll have angry words, furious words, as soon as he gets - these - things - off - his -

Crash.

That's roughly the point in time where Alex trips over a root and faceplants, possibly onto a rock or sharp object of some kind. You might trip over him as he lies there, surrounded by a dancing halo of colorful chirping lights, wondering where in his life he went so wrong.

February 8th; Gremloblins

"Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit, HOLY SHIT - "

Running at breakneck speed through the woods. Yep, this sounds familiar. Only instead of some ghostly-thin spectre-like faceless nightmare, this thing is a hulking, lumbering, snarling...well, he doesn't really have a word for it. He just knows it apparently doesn't like cameras or bright flashes, and it's currently fixated on him and mad. Oh, joy. Too far, Alex. You went too far, and now you're going to suffer for it.

He barely manages to duck a swipe of the thing's massive claws just as its jaws part in a furious roar.

"For the love of - help! Can anyone - " The rest of that sentence is lost as Alex once again has to devote the rest of his attention to keeping those wickedly curved claws from taking a sizable chunk out of him. No other choice here but to keep running and hope he crashes into someone who knows how to kill or maim or otherwise get rid of this thing. Dignity be damned. Pride be damned. He lost all claims to pride the minute he started shrieking to help at the top of his goddamn lungs.

Speaking of which -

"Help!?"

Alex Kralie, the only man who can manage to make a desperate entreaty for aid sound utterly and deeply sarcastic.

February 9th; the Hide Behind

He's been camped in the same spot for hours. His palms are slick with sweat, his tongue stuck out between his teeth in concentration, hunched in scattered underbrush as he waits for the telltale rattle-hiss of the thing he knows is after him. Stalking him.

"Come on," he whispers, eyes narrowed at the empty air in front of him. "Come on, you stupid son of a bitch. I know you're out there. I heard you. I heard you. Come on out."

And so it goes, a quiet, ongoing litany as he waits and waits and waits and waits for the thing behind him to show its goddamn self. He's had enough of things he can't see. He's going to chase this one down, wallpaper every tree in the forest with its ugly mug.

There it is. The rattle. The click-clack-click of the beast drawing near.

Alex grins faintly, poised to spin around and catch it in the click and flash of a shutter. 1/500th of a second. That's all it'll take. Come on. Not so mysterious now, are you, Mr. Monster?

[ooc: prose or brackets are good, will match accordingly]
radiopalkiller: (like a limb torn off)

February 9th

[personal profile] radiopalkiller 2016-02-06 08:46 am (UTC)(link)
What the-- Sure, there's a hiss after the flash, but nothing quite so monstrous gets caught in the camera's sight. Only Philip, who tries to shield himself with the two wooden maracas in his hands as he stumbles back, and somewhat dumbfoundedly blinks the brightness out of his eyes.

"I'm pretty sure you're supposed to say 'cheese' first, I'm telling you, that one's not going into anybody's scrapbook."
Edited 2016-02-06 08:46 (UTC)
radiopalkiller: (inexplicably)

[personal profile] radiopalkiller 2016-02-06 06:53 pm (UTC)(link)
So hey, what's with the covert nature photogra-- all right, sure, that question can wait. And hey look, the black spots in his eyes are disappearing already.

"Actually, I got them just this morning, and they're more than just instruments."

Philip grins lopsidedly. Oh, this will be good.

He'd held off on the gift shop at first. Sure, it all seemed neither beneficial nor harmful at first glance. But Wonderland's events sometimes liked to save a few surprises for later down the road, so Philip waited. Turns out nobody ended up cursed from their purchases. Turns out obtaining a novelty puma shirt didn't prove vital to their survival either. And after so many days it was really just exactly what it seemed: A tourist trap, which they could either take or leave.

Philip took it, in the end. He gives the prize in his hand a good shake, letting the rattle sound again.

"With these I'll be able to not only raise, but also control my own army of the undead, can you believe it?" Gosh, he can barely contain his completely genuine enthusiasm! "And that at only 180 dollars for the pair, what an incredible bargain!"
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[personal profile] radiopalkiller 2016-02-06 07:25 pm (UTC)(link)
"I've got twenty left, thought I might haggle for a jar of eyeballs when I get back. What's that saying? You can never have too many human eyeballs."

That's definitely the saying. Definitely a thing. Granted, probably he'll hang on to the last of his magical event cash, just to see if it'll disappear the way he expects. Usually should, though who knows, perhaps it'll keep, and the moral of the story will be that he could've had 200 dollars to his name.

Eh. Not worth the grief, not here. Wonderland's got them more than covered, and he's got his own resources to barter with the merchants if and when need be. Right, but enough of that now. He scales down the chipper shopper's pitch in the transmission of his voice.

"So, what are you doing out here, anyway?"

--Other than the usual perhaps, but he decides not to add that. It's been-- long enough since their last meeting, right? He's probably checked the regular forest out by now. And the previous event's forest. Annnnd this one now.

...Looks like it's theme season again, huh?

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annnnnd fade again?

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mypartnerintime: (Better than I remembered)

February 5th

[personal profile] mypartnerintime 2016-02-06 05:13 pm (UTC)(link)
"Hi Alex!" Max calls out to him as she approaches, Polaroid already in her hands. No, she's not judging him for his cheap low-quality disposable camera (fortunately she always has her Polaroid with her), but she does notice how incredibly bored he looks.

Just to be clear, she's already sporting a Mystery Mansion necklace with the subtitle enter the mysteriosity. She's going to get heat for that but she can always pull out the "what's that cute toy camera you've got there" card.

All in all, she's actually pretty hyped up and glad to see him. "Have you gone on a tour yet?"
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[personal profile] mypartnerintime 2016-02-07 02:02 am (UTC)(link)
"Shady can be fun," she says. Fake-creepy stuff can be really entertaining, like bad b-movie effects. And who doesn't like bad b-movies? "I'm totally going to take a tour. I don't think the money will matter much after the event anyway." She gestures at the camera in her hand. "And this is my first event with my actual camera."

Be careful, Alex. In about a minute she's going to invite him to take a tour and he better have a good excuse not to if he doesn't want to disappoint her. Besides, who doesn't want to see the world famous Outhouse of Mystery?
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[personal profile] mypartnerintime 2016-02-07 08:23 am (UTC)(link)
She notices his look, and wonders how annoyed he must be at the disposable camera. It does make him look like some cheap tourist with no appreciation for photography or film. There's a slight temptation to offer to let him use her camera for a bit, but that's probably not a good idea. Hey, if she's standing this close to him, does her film start getting affected? Or is it just video? She guesses they can find out. Man, it would suck if all her shots from now on are wacky though.

And this is a good opportunity right? When else will they get to see such... unique photo subjects. "Hell yes I'm going!" she says, as though it's surprising he even asked (though it's not). "You should come too. We can be like Dali and get all the weird photos."

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naughty_nurse: (Of Lovin' You)

Gift Shop - 7th

[personal profile] naughty_nurse 2016-02-07 05:54 pm (UTC)(link)
"W-w-welcome!" squeaks the girl behind the register. She bows to the newest guest, clearly nervous. "P-Please enjoy yourself... if there's anything I can do, p-please let me know!"
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[personal profile] naughty_nurse 2016-02-07 06:45 pm (UTC)(link)
"Y-Yes, right away!" Unable to detect sarcasm, she quickly runs out from behind the counter, running to a shelf. Those flyswatters may or may not be made out of actual newspaper. She carries as much as her arms will allow, and heads back to the counter.
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[personal profile] naughty_nurse 2016-02-07 07:08 pm (UTC)(link)
After placing the flyswatters on the counter, she returned to the register, resuming fidgeting. "I-I'm so sorry!" She gulped out loud. "I-I'll see if I can catch any mosquitoes and get rid of them! Please don't let them sully your image of the store, Mister Pines w-works very hard!"

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February 7th - Fairies

[personal profile] fatherlesskind 2016-02-08 04:49 am (UTC)(link)
Alistair is fascinated by the bright, fluttering little creatures darting everywhere about the forest. According to the announcement made when they got here most everything is supposed to be harmless and not going to kill them. While he'd still been a little wary in the beginning, the fairies at least haven't tried to attack or lure him to his death yet so he figures he's safe. They're actually kind of pretty even if he occasionally has to shake one out of his hair.

There's a whole group of them hovering over... something sprawled out on the floor of the forest as he tramps about exploring. A something that resolves into a someone as he gets closer, scattering the swarm as he looms over them.

"Are you alright?" He nudges the prone body with the toe of his boot, peering down at them curiously. "Did you get-" The question is rudely interrupted by one of the creatures flying straight into his face in what seems an awful lot like an attempt to choke him.

"Ack!" Coughing, he spits out the now damp fairy and swats madly at the reformed swarm. "Maker! What is wrong with these things?"
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[personal profile] fatherlesskind 2016-02-08 06:10 am (UTC)(link)
"Are you sure it's not just you?" Are there more of them coming? There must be more of them coming. Thousands and thousands of them must have joined them by now. Surely just a handful of pretty, fluttery little creatures can't be this annoying as they dance around them both. "I swear it wasn't this bad for me earlier. Maybe they like you."

He turns a suspicious look on the stranger and stops, blinking in surprise at the question. Now that Alistair can see his face he is familiar. Bloodied nose aside. Where has he seen him before- Oh!

Snapping his fingers he points at the other man. "You're- uh." He pauses, grins as he recalls precisely how his companion had first introduced himself. And then scowls, swatting a fairy off his nose. "The Queen. Of Sheba, right? Looking lovely today, your majesty."
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[personal profile] fatherlesskind 2016-02-10 06:59 am (UTC)(link)
It could be far worse. They could leave brightly coloured fairy... dust. Everywhere they're swarming over them.

Alistair gives a mournful sigh and shakes his head. "No, sadly I don't. Or not one you want to know about. The wild dogs who raised me didn't have much use for names. It was all about how you smell for them. It took me the longest time to figure out why people got offended whenever I greeted them."

Hmm, that hadn't come out quite right. Better move on fast before Alex could take advantage of that particular opening.

"I'm Alistair. Nice to be able to talk to you like a normal person."

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beatupgrass: (✘ some sort of sorority bj massacre)

February 9th

[personal profile] beatupgrass 2016-02-08 07:25 pm (UTC)(link)
Coming from the direction that Alex is facing, one of his guns slung over his shoulder, Rocket, who is only half-cognizant of what will be known as The Suit Incident due to him just refusing to acknowledge it actually happened, sees... This spectacle.

Which to him, to be perfectly honest, looks like a human on the verge of a nervous breakdown of some sort. He stops short, tilts his head up and squints his beady little eyes.

"Y'know, if this is the kinda event that makes you crack, pal, I hate to see what happens to you during a real bad one."
beatupgrass: (✘ the short version is "we're boned.")

[personal profile] beatupgrass 2016-02-08 08:28 pm (UTC)(link)
[he shrugs, grinning far too toothy to be anything more than mischievous.. and possibly mildly sadistic. it's the sharp canines. they do that.] All those stuffed animals in the mansion make me twitch, so I'm lettin' loose some aggression.

[it may or may not mean he's been shooting at things he probably shouldn't be shooting at, according to the kids, but... he doesn't care. and gnomes explode in rainbows when they're shot at.]

If you wanna watch birds, you should just follow Bea around. She'll love it. [One day, Rocket will stop being an asshole to Beatrice. Not today, though.]
beatupgrass: (✘ ...yes. i'm a gay robot.)

[personal profile] beatupgrass 2016-02-10 04:23 am (UTC)(link)
"She is. That's why it's funny." He sees no difference in her personality and she's probably really entertaining to watch, being that she's... a rock-throwing little psycho.

He tilts his head to the side. "Uh.. Yeah, if you got one." He's not really sure where those two thoughts relate, but he's pretty sure any segue that goes straight into weaponry is a good segue. "But I like where that thought is goin'."

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