party post } let the sun illuminate the words that you could not find (forward dated to 1/28))

[krmvgivv]

Who: The WIRTHDAY BOY, Dipper, Mabel, anyone friends with Wirt/anyone who happens to show up.
Where: fourth floor tea room
When: forward dated to 1/28
Rating: unlikely to get higher than PG-13
Summary: It's Wirt's 17th birthday! Dipper and Mabel are in charge of planning, and Wirt doesn't want anything too big or crazy. So you know. Time for an open mic party.
The Story:

Invitations spread quietly by word of mouth. "Surprise Party. Come to the fourth floor tea room. Bring something to perform. Don't tell Wirt!" Dipper and Mabel make sure to tell the people they know are Wirt's friends, but they also expect word to get around. Others can hear about it or just come in. Wirt doesn't want a big party, but they're guessing the particulars of this party will keep it small.

By the time people start to arrive, the tea room's been transformed. It looks like the most cliche hipster cafe you can imagine, like a preteen girl's imagination made flesh. There are mismatched chairs and low windows and exposed brick, and a stage that looks more like a wooden platform than anything else. There's a coffee bar with tea and hot chocolate and lots of cookies and snacks piled high, plus a cake. There aren't any baristas here. Just a sign that reads Cafe Music and Wirts.

Price of admission is agreeing to perform something, though the birthday boy is excused from this unless he wants to go. It's supposed to be fun for him, after all.

Comments

Dipper

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Ho boy.

[Dipper is beginning to regret this. But it's his and Mabel's party. He has to follow the rules he set.

He walks out on stage holding a sousaphone.]

Wirt, buddy, this is for you.

[He starts to play.]

[singloversing]

[Wirt can't say he was expecting Dipper to adhere to his own rules, but he's pleasantly surprised when he does. Honestly, he's always thought it was kind of cool that Dipper plays the sousaphone. Wirt literally does not know a single other person who plays it, and it's such an obscure instrument to begin with. Most people probably don't even know the difference between it and a tuba.

When Dipper's done, Wirt's the first person clapping. Once he's off the stage, he flags Dipper over.]

Wow, you never usually let people see you play. That was good though!

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[Dipper walks over very seriously and flops into a chair next to Wirt.]

It sure happened. Think anyone would notice if I just went and jumped out the window right now?

[singloversing]

I mean, I'd notice.

[That's saying something, given how completely unobservant Wirt can be sometimes. But he'd notice if Dipper was suddenly missing.]

Seriously though, that went really well. Definitely not "fling yourself out a window"-worthy at all.

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[That’s weirdly flattering, even if Dipper’s not sure he believes it. Wirt is notoriously bad at noticing anything outside his own head. Dipper still gives him a small smile.]

Maybe not. But I still think I’m gonna skip the encore. Once was enough.

[singloversing]

[Wirt laughs a little.]

Fair enough. I wouldn't want to go up more than once either.

[Not that he's thinking about it.

...He might be thinking about it.]

[krmvgivv]

That mean you're thinking about going up once?

[Dipper looks so excited. How can you say no to this much excitement?]

[singloversing]

[Wirt has absolutely said no to greater levels of excitement than that. Greg is perpetually that excited about everything.]

I-I don't know. Maybe? ...Maybe a little.

[Thinking about it isn't the same as having made the decision, after all.]