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[open] On the surface of the waters

Who: Ford & YOU! / Closed prompts for the GF cast, Alphys & Elizabeth
Where: Ford's room on the third floor. / A WALK WITH A DOG. Throughout the mansion grounds!!
When: After the event.
Rating: PG/PG-13 for mentions of death, language. Will update if needed.
Summary: After a few days, Ford revives from his second death.
The Story:

A) A PRIVATE MESSAGE TO THE PINES FAMILY, WENDY, FIDDLEFORD, ALPHYS, ELIZABETH

Hello everyone. I regret to inform you that I died during the event. Stanley found me. This is my second mansion death. I will be telling the good folks in the library but right now I'd really like to rest before I do anything else exciting. Haha, weird for me to say that, right? I still have a surprise or two up my sleeve.

I'll be fine, but if any of you want to see me, you know where to find me.

Hope the rest of you fared better in that bathhouse than I.

- Stanford

B) FORD'S ROOM, WITH HIS GENTLE MENAGERIE OF 3 ANIMALS (CLOSED TO STANLEY)

[Coming back to life is painful, and doing it in a bed is a vastly different experience from reviving in a cold pile of leaves in a winter forest.

Stanford's old bones and muscles strain and his lugs painfully suck in a gulp of air. His chest heaves and he coughs, splutters and grunts before he can actually sit upright in his bed, clutching his chest.

He's greeted by a happy (though alarmed) bark from Newton.

The last thing he can remember is trying to fend off his Shadow--a great horrifying transformed thing, robotic and demonic, all kinds of abominable and very inhuman. Difficult to beat, apparently, judging by the six laser cannons that were able to easily finish the real Stanford off.

He hadn't gone without a fight, but if you die while fighting, does it really matter how well you did it as you still lost?

Ford runs a hand through his hair and gropes around for his glasses.]

C) A MAN & HIS DOG.

[From anywhere between the third floor to the library to the dining hall to the beach, even, can be seen an old man walking his dog--a big silver sable German Shepherd trotting along.

You might catch the dog getting excited and breaking away from Ford to chase after a squirrel

or perhaps you'll see Ford break into a jog with his dog in tow.

If you're lucky and down by the beach, you'll notice that the small research vessel docked there named Stan O' War II belongs to Stanford, who's decided to go up on deck and make sure everything there is fine.]

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oh
oh ford im so sorry
everythings been
well we havent had a nice event in a while i guess

are you ok?

I think I will be. And yourself?

I did help Sans with his Shadow, but after that I got caught up with mine after checking on Stan.

yeah
i mean im not dead
metta and i found our shadows and it was..... rlyyyy weeeeeird haha
but its fine
u think wed just learn to sit and wait when the event gives us an out yknow

whoa dude. that seriously sucks. im so sorry. also i could come up and say hi. warning i totally look like i was hit in the face with a brick. just so you know without the gross factor suddenly sprung on you.

Don't sweat it! I had to sever my own arm a year ago and you came to see it. I showed you the stump.

I think you'll be fine.

And I totally don't even remember this? I feel cheated... well I mean, wish you hadn't had to do that but cheated. I wonder what else I don't remember.

Eh, it's okay. I was here once before and I can't remember a thing. That happens sometimes, people come and go and come back and they'd swear they've never been here before. Wonderland doesn't like to give up its secrets or memories.

It's seriously messed up having people in our heads like that. Lame. So there were cookies out in the diner and I snacked a bag. I could bring some up if you're up for company and all. I mean, for the cookies.

[Because admitting to being worried totally wasn't going to happen.]

[ As soon as Elizabeth receives Ford's message, she runs downstairs and pounds on his door, trying to catch her breath back as she waits for him to answer. ]

Dr Pines? It's me, Elizabeth.

[The banging on his door startles Ford, the dog and the cat. Before Stanford can pull himself up from his chair Newton has barked a greeting from the other side of the door, upsetting the kitten who elects to scramble under the chair and wait out whatever comes next from the safety of his hiding spot.

Ford just laughs.] I'll be right there!

[He gets the door open, he smiles warmly at Elizabeth. Newton sits nearby with his tail wagging more furiously than a conductor's baton during the penultimate movement.]

Hello! Sorry about the dog, he gets keyed up to greet anyone coming through that door.

[ She slams into him when he appears in the doorway, hugging him tightly. ]

Are you all right? Please don't die again!

Oh--! [He's certainly taken by surprise and after a split second he hugs Elizabeth tightly. Familial fondness flutters lightly in his chest and he smiles brightly.]

Yeah, I'm alright, kiddo. I'll certainly do my best not to. You're welcome to come on in if you can stand the sight of a messy room. [Oh please Ford, it's just sweaters and paper everywhere.]

Oh, I don't mind. [ She finally lets go of him, stepping into the room and tucking her hair behind her ear. ] Though if you'd like some help in organising it... [ That's one of the many things she doesn't realise might be seen as rude, growing up alone and only now learning to socialise. ]

Eh. [Ford shrugs.] I'll manage. [Fortunately, Ford never learned good social graces, not really, so he's not bothered. He knows Elizabeth wouldn't start cleaning anyway if he'd just refused her offer, and that kind of trust goes a long way with his mood.

He gestures toward his couch though, which is clear for the sake of company and for the cat and dog (it helps that he has more desk space than back in Gravity Falls and an adjoining bedroom here in Wonderland).]

Sit, sit! You want anything to drink?

[On cue, Newton jumps up onto the couch and settles on one end, watching Elizabeth expectantly.]

[ She perches on the edge of the couch, looking delighted to see the dog even though she holds her hand out for him to sniff a little tentatively. She knows he won't hurt her, but a lifetime of no interaction with animals always makes her a little worried she'll do something wrong. ]

Yes please, but only if you're getting something for yourself.

[Newton licks her hand excitedly and nuzzles into it. He sees no problem with this guest, and Ford appears to be in a good mood which further proves to this dog that everything is fine and dandy.

Ford chuckles and fetches two glass bottled root beers from the closet. They're frosty and he opens hers before he offers it to her.]

I forget, have you had root beer? It's not actually beer, but it is delicious.

[ She looks a little nervous for a second, then reassured as he says it's not actually beer. ]

I don't think so. The name sounds quite exciting.

It's just another carbonated beverage, but it has a little kick to it. Brings back memories of roaming the boardwalk with Stanley when we were kids. [He pops open his bottle and takes a swig. Ahh.]

Go on! Try it.

[Newton, meanwhile, has decided to settle down at Elizabeth's feet. Noticing that there's no danger, Archimedes the polydactyly kitten slinks out from his hiding spot and approaches Newt on his little tiny cat feet.]

[ Elizabeth takes a tentative sip, the bubbles tickling her nose, then a larger swig as she realises she quite likes it. ]

It's very interesting! It tastes almost medicinal.

Ha! I knew you'd like it! [Ford takes another sip of his bottle and steps over Newton so he can lean on the couch. He's so glad to see Elizabeth in relatively good spirits...]

How've you been? I apologize for not being around so much. I... guess it's hard, still, getting into the habit of actually being social.

I'm doing all right. [ It's not quite true, and that's probably evident, but between being trapped on the Mirror side and chopping her best friend's arm off, she doesn't want to worry him. ] I'll be sure to come and bother you more, if you're having trouble being social. I can't stand to be on my own too long here.

[Mikan is always happy to see a member of the Pines family, and especially so when there's no events around. She shyly waves.]

H-Hello...

Hello! [He tries to keep his voice down because, well, library, but he trots his dog over to Mikan and tells Newton to sit. The dog does but his tail is wagging and out lolls his bright pink tongue.]

Are you holding up okay?

Y-Yes! I'm really glad the event is over... What about you? How are you and your doggy?

[...He should probably not tell her that he died.]

Uhhh, I did help some people! Including Sans and Stanley. I'm doing just fine, and so is Newton! You can pet him if you like, he's a very good dog.

[Newton is absolutely a good dog, with fluffy fur and deep, loving eyes. Pet him, Mikan. Do it.]

Thank goodness... I'm glad everyone is okay.

[She remains oblivious to the death count, coming over to pet the very good dog.]

... Heehee... A lot of people here have dogs...

[With the event over, Steven was exploring Wonderland to try to get a sense of this new place he was stuck in. And maybe hoping to find a hidden Warp Pad or something.

But then, he sees an incredible sight. An old man and a dog, jogging together!

Steven stares in awe for a moment, with stars in his eyes. And then, he breaks out into a run, trying to catch up to the two joggers.]

Hold on! I have to tell you something. I really love your dog! [He desperately calls out his very important message!]

[At the call of a kid, Ford and Newton slow to a gradual stop. Ford commands Newton to sit and he obeys, but his tail is wagging and his tongue is out, and his eyes are on Steven because you can absolutely be sure he wants to sniff this new potential friend.

Ford, meanwhile, appreciates the chance to catch his breath. He lets out a laugh watching the kid run over.]

Thank you! His name is Newton, after Sir Isaac Newton. [Newton hears his name several times in a row and barks, shifting on his front paws. He is a good boy.]

You can pet him if you want. He won't bite! [Ford is a proud dog dad.]

[This easily ranks among the best things to have happened to him since he's gotten here!

Steven stops as they do and takes a moment to catch his own breath before stepping up to the dog. Any sniffing will be welcome and sill draw some giggles out pf Steven! Beyond that, he prepares for some petting action!]

Ooh, that's a neat name. [Then he speaks directly to Newton.] Hi there, Newton! I'm Steven, and I'm super glad to meet you!

[Thr guy did say it was okay to pet him, so... Steven reaches on over to pet him right on the head!]

[Truth of the matter is, Seth looks like death warmed over. He's angry, upset, been beaten nearly to death, and the last thing he wants to do is bother Chloe with what he's been through. Mostly what it means admitting that his shadow self said to him.

So he is out. Walking. Drinking. Sometimes trying to do both. Which is what he's doing when something went racing past him close enough to send him stumbling back a step as it goes chasing after a rodent or something.

Of course, that stumbling may well be the alcohol.]

Holy fucking shit, what now, Wonderland?

[Not much of one for pets, it doesn't occur to him it belongs to someone.]

[Yeesh. He's been there, buddy. 30 years traveling the multiverse and he carries a flask.

Ford follows right after his dog calling his name but he has the decency not to collide with Seth and instead grinds himself to a halt, takes a deep breath and lets out a thundering,]

NEWTON, SIT! Now, STAY!

[This works immediately. His dog obeys and skids on the floor, ears alert with the ducked head of submission. He knows he's in trouble. ~~His owner has J.K. Simmons' voice. He will always know when he's screwed up.~~

The old scientist rubs at his temples and pinches the bridge of his nose with a sideways glance at Seth.]

I am very sorry. No idea where he gets it from--likes to chase after things he's never seen before. [He gets it from you, Stanford.]

[Seth blinks at the man, arching a brow.]

Name's not Newton ut I'll sit if you don't do that again.

But yeah, no. All good. [He glances at the dog but then back to the owner.]

They let you keep him during events and all? [Nope, he can't help he was wondering if having an attack trained dog wasn't a bad idea

Though given how bloody and beaten he was, both eyes blacked and his lip busted - and those were the least painful looking injuries, maybe he's got reasons to ask.]

Edited 2017-11-25 22:05 (UTC)

[At this point, Ford gets a good look at Seth for the first time. His examination is open but brief.]

Yeesh, are you going to be okay? And-- yes, they do, but he's better for after events. I find firearms to be more useful in life-threatening situations. Still, he's a good dog.

[He scritches Newton's ears and wraps the leash around his own hand for a better hold this time.]

Me?

[He considered how he looks and shrugs a bit.]

I'll live, not that this place gives you much choice in that. Probably would be better physically if I had.

[Everyone seems to come back from the dead fine. Not that he's in a rush to die, even in Wonderland.]

Just curious. Sometimes they take away weapons, so curious if they'd let you have a dog that was trained to defend you might be an interesting way around when they take them. Nice to have the company too.

[Ford barks a laugh. Ironic.]

I actually did die this time around. Considering the eventual price we pay if we die five times, I don't think it's worth it unless you've lost a limb.

[There's definitely some stories buried in there.]

As for Newton, well... I don't think he'd do well against a gigantic fire demon, or a rotating manifestation of the Void, just to name a few things a dog couldn't fight. But I see your point. I pulled him out of the closet to be trained to defend me and others, but he's here for the company more than anything else.

And you would think there's a way around here to grow back a limb. Like starfish, or snake tails or something.

[Not that he hasn't seen it happen, but being a culebra wasn't going to happen. Not even if and when his life depends on it.]

Shit. Sorry about that. [He makes a face then.] Yeah, seems convenient when I've thought of a half dozen reasons they want us to believe that and who the actually could have turned to spy for them.

Could warn you if those things were coming though so you could get some sleep, which helps you fight. Also useful if we're ever hunting down our own food. Not to mention if and when everyone in this place starts turning on one another. The dog could take me down, just saying. If I'm not armed.

[Seems someone is wearing a paranoia cap.]

Yeah, I could understand the need for company the way the just yank people.

How could anyone resist the lure of a dog? How could they resist the lure of Ford's dog? They'd known he apparently had an owl, but a dog? This is brand new information. They must study this further, perhaps ascertain the most effective means of achieving the critical amount of tail wags per minute via heavy experimentation with the right combination of sticks, treats, and pets.

The dog tears after a squirrel, mouth open, tongue and leash streaming joyfully behind that lean, dark form, and Frisk gives chase eagerly. Without breaking stride, they stoop to scoop a stick from the ground and hurl it a little ways off in the hopes that the dog will break from the squirrel in favor of a more easily reachable target.

Looking for these?

[Stan's sitting in a chair by the side of Ford's bed. He looks like he's been awake for days, waiting for Ford to come back to life, but he holds himself together as best as he can now that Ford's okay. Even manages a small smile, because no matter how upset he is about the circumstances of Ford's death, he can't help the immediate relief his revival brings.

He holds Ford's glasses out to him pinched between his fingers - his palms are still stiffly bandaged from the burns he received in the event.]

I, uh. Took 'em so the animals wouldn't step on 'em or anything.

WHAT HAPPENED????

You don't really sound fine.

[... Yeah you know what, he's not even going to try to write a coherent message to respond with this with. Instead, he's going to leave his room and go across the hall to Stanford's door. There's a moment where he dithers awkwardly outside, but he soon brings his fist up to the door.

Knock Knock]

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