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entrancelogs2017-12-31 12:03 pm
krmvgivv) wrote in entrancelogs2017-12-31 12:03 pm
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closed } wearing plaid and sequins, she can make the scene she's a disco miniature golfing queen
Who: Dipper, Bill (the Lizard), and Mabel
Where: Dipper and Mabel's room, the Big Dipper Pines Pit Pat Hall
When: 12/26-28
Rating: PG at most probably
Summary: Dipper gets a sweater, summons a lizard, and gives a belated Hanukkah present.
The Story:
Bill:
[Dipper doesn't know what he expects. Last year, it was the time machine tape. The year before, a flying saucer key chain.
When he reaches in and feels a sweater, he initially thinks maybe it's the wrong stocking. But no, there's his name, not Mabel. He pulls it out, then drops it as soon as he sees what he's gotten.]
BILL!
Mabel:
[Dipper had figured out what he was getting Mabel for Hanukkah a while ago, but then everything had been gingerbread and headaches and trying to keep Mabel from eating everything in sight. But now finally, finally, he's filled out the contract, prepared payment (a box of caltropos building bricks, a plate of cookies, and a plate of insects cause he's not sure which one is appropriate here), and woken up to a lizard-shaped invitation reading Come see the attraction! Plus a pair of scissors.
Perfect.
He rips a page out of his notebook and crumples it up, then throws it across the room at Mabel's head.]
Hey, Mabel.
Where: Dipper and Mabel's room, the Big Dipper Pines Pit Pat Hall
When: 12/26-28
Rating: PG at most probably
Summary: Dipper gets a sweater, summons a lizard, and gives a belated Hanukkah present.
The Story:
Bill:
[Dipper doesn't know what he expects. Last year, it was the time machine tape. The year before, a flying saucer key chain.
When he reaches in and feels a sweater, he initially thinks maybe it's the wrong stocking. But no, there's his name, not Mabel. He pulls it out, then drops it as soon as he sees what he's gotten.]
BILL!
Mabel:
[Dipper had figured out what he was getting Mabel for Hanukkah a while ago, but then everything had been gingerbread and headaches and trying to keep Mabel from eating everything in sight. But now finally, finally, he's filled out the contract, prepared payment (a box of caltropos building bricks, a plate of cookies, and a plate of insects cause he's not sure which one is appropriate here), and woken up to a lizard-shaped invitation reading Come see the attraction! Plus a pair of scissors.
Perfect.
He rips a page out of his notebook and crumples it up, then throws it across the room at Mabel's head.]
Hey, Mabel.
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What's that, lad, what's that fuss all about?
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S'cuse me! Me poor heart, poor ol' Bill didn't do nothin' to deserve such a frighten!
[ He scrambles to peek his head out from the stocking. ]
Not like I'd come runnin' for every ol' fella just yellin' Bill! Bill! Bill! into the night, no sir! Only I know, I know ye found one of me construction contracts, see? Figured it might be a question 'bout that, so I went and saw, see?
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Oh yeah, I was wondering about that. Is that how you always get contracted? Like for the lake and everything?
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[ All proper like, yes, Bill shifts and shuffles until he's good and comfortable on top of the wall again. ]
Wasn't lookin' for new work like that, if we're bein' honest, must've been I dropped that contract on the way, poor me, poor me. Wondered where it went, I did. But you found it, you keep it, and you use it if you like, won't give you no grief about it, ol' Bill's never been afraid of no hard work comin' his way.
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Wouldn't mind a good story, I would, but that's all that about that. Ol' Bill gots his own memories, plenty of 'em too, don't need no other ones on top. Tell you what, lad. Tell you what, we see, we see how it works out, first time you're usin' one of me contracts. Tell you what, if we're both proper happy with it, might just deliver you another form some day.
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[He wants to be a regular customer of a lizard! Though he should... also probably see if he's happy with the results first.]
And uh, just checking, you don't want, say, to use my body as a human flesh puppet or something in exchange, right? Fine print can be kind of important here.
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Waugh! I mean... What? Huh? What's happening? ...What time is it?
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[UP THE STAIRS THEY GO. TO FLOOR SEVEN.]
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[Not that it matters. When you can get anything at all, presents become a pretty weird prospect. Either they're amazing or they're just completely uninspiring. Dipper just happened into the good side of the spectrum for once.
They get to the seventh floor, room seventeen. There's a green sash in front of the door. Dipper hands her the scissors.]
Do the honors?
[When she opens the door, her surprise is waiting.]
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[Firm nod. As if it's in any way her doing that neither of them have left.
She doesn't know what she's expecting, but it isn't this. Not a ribbon and a pair of scissors like she's suddenly mayor of Mabelland again. But as a congresswoman, this is something that should be as natural to her as breathing, and she gleefully takes the scissors and snips the ribbon. The problem is she's so excited that the ribbon barely has time to fall before she's pushing in the door and staring at...
this...
Her eyes go wide and her hands fly to her face.] Whaaaaat? Is this for real?
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[He grins.]
Remember that contract I got when you got Alice's eye?
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[He frowns briefly, then he shrugs and takes a stick.]
But you're probably right. Making friends with them seems way more effective than yelling at them.
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