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entrancelogs2018-01-20 03:41 pm
mcgucket) wrote in entrancelogs2018-01-20 03:41 pm
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[OPEN] and when your fantasies become your legacy
Who: Fiddleford McGucket, and perhaps YOU??
Where:Gravity Falls This weird Lisa Frank-esque nightmare.
When: During the event: 19th - 23rd
Rating: PG? I'll make a note of something if it comes up.
Summary: There is a lot of neon and just plain weird going on, but his son Tate seems to like it, so who is Fiddleford to judge?
The Story:
[A]
[The sky is a rather sickly color of pastels that really shouldn't be in the sky, but otherwise, this particular location looks... normal. Almost. It's just a building that's located by some (blue?) trees.
Except, anyone who has ever been in Gravity Falls will automatically recognize it as the Mystery Shack, save for the fact that it does not have the sign and other adornments that Stan Pines added to it after his brother's disappearance. It's the way Fiddleford remembers it being before he had been sucked away into Wonderland.
When Fiddleford spots someone, he'll wave them over.]
So what d'ya think of all this, huh? Can't say the colors are not a bit sore on the eyes, but...
[Regardless of whatever you are about to say, you will suddenly be interrupted by another voice.]
"--Dad! Look at what I caught!"
[And now, the two of you are being joined by a little boy. His hair and hat hide his eyes, but you can still see his smile as he holds up the (way too many eyes...) fish that he pulled from the lake for Fiddleford to look at. For a moment, Fiddleford appears to be caught off guard before he smiles back.]
That sure is a big one, kiddo. Good job, Tate.
"Thanks... hey, um, after I show this to Uncle Ford, could we play some catch?"
[And now Fiddleford looks even more awkward for a moment, not quite responding in time before the kid's attention turns toward you. You can't see his eyes, but you might get the feeling that he's staring at you rather intently...]
[B]
[Zombies. Of course. Why does it always have to be zombies.
Fiddleford could sing, but he'd really rather not until he has to. He does however have a banjo, and can absolutely provide musical accompaniment to help get people in the karaoke mood, which is exactly what he's going to do when he finds himself in the company of another while on the run from these creatures.]
Don't suppose ya know any songs that are from my time, do ya?
Where:
When: During the event: 19th - 23rd
Rating: PG? I'll make a note of something if it comes up.
Summary: There is a lot of neon and just plain weird going on, but his son Tate seems to like it, so who is Fiddleford to judge?
The Story:
[A]
[The sky is a rather sickly color of pastels that really shouldn't be in the sky, but otherwise, this particular location looks... normal. Almost. It's just a building that's located by some (blue?) trees.
Except, anyone who has ever been in Gravity Falls will automatically recognize it as the Mystery Shack, save for the fact that it does not have the sign and other adornments that Stan Pines added to it after his brother's disappearance. It's the way Fiddleford remembers it being before he had been sucked away into Wonderland.
When Fiddleford spots someone, he'll wave them over.]
So what d'ya think of all this, huh? Can't say the colors are not a bit sore on the eyes, but...
[Regardless of whatever you are about to say, you will suddenly be interrupted by another voice.]
"--Dad! Look at what I caught!"
[And now, the two of you are being joined by a little boy. His hair and hat hide his eyes, but you can still see his smile as he holds up the (way too many eyes...) fish that he pulled from the lake for Fiddleford to look at. For a moment, Fiddleford appears to be caught off guard before he smiles back.]
That sure is a big one, kiddo. Good job, Tate.
"Thanks... hey, um, after I show this to Uncle Ford, could we play some catch?"
[And now Fiddleford looks even more awkward for a moment, not quite responding in time before the kid's attention turns toward you. You can't see his eyes, but you might get the feeling that he's staring at you rather intently...]
[B]
[Zombies. Of course. Why does it always have to be zombies.
Fiddleford could sing, but he'd really rather not until he has to. He does however have a banjo, and can absolutely provide musical accompaniment to help get people in the karaoke mood, which is exactly what he's going to do when he finds himself in the company of another while on the run from these creatures.]
Don't suppose ya know any songs that are from my time, do ya?