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[open] seems I keep getting this story twisted, so where's neil when you need him
Who: Mabel, Dipper, and YOU
Where: Citadel Archives, the arcade, and some place they shouldn't be
When: During the event
Rating: PG
Summary: Mystery Twins vs the Citadel
The Story:
A. Citadel Archives
"Mabel, look at all of this!" Dipper is grinning ear to ear as he walks through the archives, staring openly at everything. Sure, a part of him is very disappointed that in the space future actual books are replaced with digital recordings, but considering how vast the knowledge contained is, well, he figures this place would be the size of a planet if it were actual books. "There's so much stuff here!"
“Uh-huh,” Mabel is… less enthused about the books, but she does seem to be preoccupied by something- specifically the aliens mingling about. “Look at that one,” she hisses, grabbing Dipper and pointing completely unsubtly at an alien just minding his own business and observing some sort of hologram. “Hey! Love your fringe, guy! Keep working it.”
And she finger-guns.
"Mabel!" Dipper rolls his eyes, though he does look where she's pointing because how can he not when she is being so obvious about it. "You're gonna get us kicked out! And I haven't even started researching yet!"
“Pbblt.” She sticks her tongue out. “Don’t suck all the joy out of it, bro. When’s the next time we’re gonna meet this many aliens?”
"Literally all the time. There are tons of aliens in Wonderland, remember?" He grabs her arm, ducking his head so his hat hides his face and tugs her down the row. "Come on."
B. Arcade
The problem with Mabel’s predisposition to getting ideas in her head and then letting her “too much” gene take over is that it never ends well. At this moment, eyes wide and focused, hand on the joystick of an alien crane game, she’s about halfway to the moment where things start going really downhill.
But she has half a dozen alien stuffed animals stuffed into her sweater and possibly tied like fluffy body armor where she can’t actually stuff them, making for easy carrying. She’s well on her way to becoming a katamari ball of stuffed animals.
“Almost… Almost.” Annnd nothing. She gives the machine a hard kick. “Darn it! ...Ow.”
Dipper is distracted with a recording he… borrowed from the Archives. He has it projected on his omni-tool and he's frowning as he tries to decode the alien writing. He doesn't look up at her exclamation. "You know those things are rigged, right? Grunkle Stan says the only way to get toys out of them is with a brick."
Mabel’s eyes light up, but in lieu of a brick, she decides to take another approach- specifically try to crawl into the little chute the toys fall down into- stuffed animal body armor and all. It’s fine. She’s got this.
C. Those seedy places that kids really shouldn’t be at
Well, they’ve already broken into the library, so Mabel and Dipper aren’t really that concerned about what other potential dangers or law-breaking they might stumble into. Besides, the seedy places are where the best information is (for Dipper) and… Mabel is Mabel. She’s playing tourist.
As they explore the area, Mabel stops short of an alien lying unconscious just outside one of the bars with his hat askew and she very gingerly places it back on his head and steps over him. “He’ll be happy no one stepped on it.”
"Uh huh," Dipper says, in that way he does when he knows Mabel is saying whatever comes into her mind and he's thinking about something else. In this case, the map projected on his omnitool. "I think we might've taken a wrong turn somewhere. We've passed that same weird-looking crack in the sidewalk, like, five times. Or was it five similar looking weird cracks?" He frowns, glancing around. "Does it feel like we're being watched to you too or is it just me?"
Probably just him. Right? Right. He hopes. It's fine.
D. WILDCARD
[CHOOSE YOUR OWN ADVENTURE WITH THESE ADORABLE TWINS. Two for the price of one!]
Where: Citadel Archives, the arcade, and some place they shouldn't be
When: During the event
Rating: PG
Summary: Mystery Twins vs the Citadel
The Story:
A. Citadel Archives
"Mabel, look at all of this!" Dipper is grinning ear to ear as he walks through the archives, staring openly at everything. Sure, a part of him is very disappointed that in the space future actual books are replaced with digital recordings, but considering how vast the knowledge contained is, well, he figures this place would be the size of a planet if it were actual books. "There's so much stuff here!"
“Uh-huh,” Mabel is… less enthused about the books, but she does seem to be preoccupied by something- specifically the aliens mingling about. “Look at that one,” she hisses, grabbing Dipper and pointing completely unsubtly at an alien just minding his own business and observing some sort of hologram. “Hey! Love your fringe, guy! Keep working it.”
And she finger-guns.
"Mabel!" Dipper rolls his eyes, though he does look where she's pointing because how can he not when she is being so obvious about it. "You're gonna get us kicked out! And I haven't even started researching yet!"
“Pbblt.” She sticks her tongue out. “Don’t suck all the joy out of it, bro. When’s the next time we’re gonna meet this many aliens?”
"Literally all the time. There are tons of aliens in Wonderland, remember?" He grabs her arm, ducking his head so his hat hides his face and tugs her down the row. "Come on."
B. Arcade
The problem with Mabel’s predisposition to getting ideas in her head and then letting her “too much” gene take over is that it never ends well. At this moment, eyes wide and focused, hand on the joystick of an alien crane game, she’s about halfway to the moment where things start going really downhill.
But she has half a dozen alien stuffed animals stuffed into her sweater and possibly tied like fluffy body armor where she can’t actually stuff them, making for easy carrying. She’s well on her way to becoming a katamari ball of stuffed animals.
“Almost… Almost.” Annnd nothing. She gives the machine a hard kick. “Darn it! ...Ow.”
Dipper is distracted with a recording he… borrowed from the Archives. He has it projected on his omni-tool and he's frowning as he tries to decode the alien writing. He doesn't look up at her exclamation. "You know those things are rigged, right? Grunkle Stan says the only way to get toys out of them is with a brick."
Mabel’s eyes light up, but in lieu of a brick, she decides to take another approach- specifically try to crawl into the little chute the toys fall down into- stuffed animal body armor and all. It’s fine. She’s got this.
C. Those seedy places that kids really shouldn’t be at
Well, they’ve already broken into the library, so Mabel and Dipper aren’t really that concerned about what other potential dangers or law-breaking they might stumble into. Besides, the seedy places are where the best information is (for Dipper) and… Mabel is Mabel. She’s playing tourist.
As they explore the area, Mabel stops short of an alien lying unconscious just outside one of the bars with his hat askew and she very gingerly places it back on his head and steps over him. “He’ll be happy no one stepped on it.”
"Uh huh," Dipper says, in that way he does when he knows Mabel is saying whatever comes into her mind and he's thinking about something else. In this case, the map projected on his omnitool. "I think we might've taken a wrong turn somewhere. We've passed that same weird-looking crack in the sidewalk, like, five times. Or was it five similar looking weird cracks?" He frowns, glancing around. "Does it feel like we're being watched to you too or is it just me?"
Probably just him. Right? Right. He hopes. It's fine.
D. WILDCARD
[CHOOSE YOUR OWN ADVENTURE WITH THESE ADORABLE TWINS. Two for the price of one!]
B
Definitely not looking to win a toy for Kate or anything like that. Don't even think things like that.
What he finds instead is a small child working on wriggling her way into the machine. Strolling over closer, moving to lean against the side of the machine where he can look down into the opening. Yep, it was the child he kind of thought it might be.
"You know," he said, raising his voice slightly. "If you get stuck in there, I swear by all that is holy I will laugh so hard I might actually die in this place."
Truth is, he might well help her out. Maybe. After laughing.
"Did you think to maybe unload from the army of stuffed minions before you tried?"
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He loves Mabel. But she certainly can be... impulsive. And when she does stuff like this? Dipper is more than happy to mock her for it.
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She braces her feet against the bottom of the crane machine and tries to pull herself free. It doesn't work.
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Shifting, he considers the machine and the options she might have.
"Anyone know how much security this place really has?" Not that he's tested that out, or he left a car idling outside the arcade. That never happened, right? "I mean, the easiest answer is busting out the glass, since look at those things," he said, rapping on the glass with his knuckles. "If they're not closed tight enough now, they'll never get a grip on anything."
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C
"Mabel? Dipper? What are you doing here?"
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All of said signatures are written in choppy, barely legible handwriting and don't seem to be in any known language, and yet Mabel is extremely proud of herself.
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And also--what even, Mabel.
"That is... a pretty specific subset of people to collect autographs of, Mabel. Impressive, though. Dipper's map reading, on the other hand..."
Her tone is teasing, but is she, Dipper. Is she.
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c.
So they're not exactly surprised to run into company in the process.
They stop short a few feet away, brow scrunching up. They're behind a bar. What are Mabel and Dipper doing behind a bar?
"What are you two doing here?"
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"Exactly the same thing you're doing?"
He's just saying, they're probably not supposed to be here, but what's Frisk gonna do, rat them out? They can't without giving away exactly where they've been hanging out too.
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Dipper wasn't doing that anyway. This entire sketchy side of the Citadel adventure has been a testament to Mabel's flakiness. There's a lot of things going on and her attention can't be held for very long.
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"Looking for Chara?" they venture, coupled with the skeptical lift of their brows.
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B
That's seriously one of the reasons he likes her so much.
Also, when he sees her inside of the machine, he walks over and knocks on the glass, a little smirk on his face.
"Dipper, your sister's actually in the machine." Then, he speaks louder so Mabel can hear him. "Hey, get me one!" He grins, thumb-upping her.
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"Maybe I should've used a brick," she calls out a few seconds later, strugglebussing her way up the little chute. "Oh well! Too late now."
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"I think a brick would make a lot of people notice, so this was probably the best way," he says with a laugh. "What are you going for?"
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C
Then he can't help but explore every inch of it. Lose himself in Space. The Citadel reminds him of New York City (full of life and activity and lights and movement), and it's likely how Peter ends up in the seedier side of the city too, because it reminds him most of where he grew up. Not a great neighborhood but home.
"To be fair, all the cracks around here look pretty much the same," Peter says with a smirk and a wave at least if someone is watching them, there's a superhero nearby. "Hey, you two."
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a!
"Having fun?"
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Because he clearly needs some. There might be violent alien librarians here.
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I'm a trainwreck and forgot to track this thread oops
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D IS FOR DRIVING LESSONS
(You can probably guess who's driving it before he even gets out of the car.)]
Hey!!! Look what I got~!
[His voice is sing-song and he has the biggest grin on his face.]
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Lookin' sharp, Grunkle Stan! [she plants her hands on her hips and gives him a mock-stern look.] Are you gonna go out and pick up nice little old space ladies in that thing, you scalawag?
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