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entrancelogs2015-07-16 03:38 am
krmvgivv) wrote in entrancelogs2015-07-16 03:38 am
open } pose with your brother, won't you be a good sister?
Who: Dipper, Mirror!Dipper, Mabel, Mirror!Mabel, YOU!, Mirror YOU!
Where: Dipper and Mabel's room, various parts of the mansion, various parts of the mirror mansion.
When: July 16
Rating: PGish
Summary: Dipper and Mabel go investigating on the Mirror side. Mirror Dipper and Mirror Mabel have fun on the real side.
The Story:
Prologue - Closed - Real Side
Dipper frowns, tossing a ball from the ball pit through the tear that appeared in their room for the twelfth time. He’s found about seven of the balls, which means five are unaccounted for. He’s not sure if that means they’re somewhere else in the mansion or… elsewhere. But he does know not one has shown up in the same place twice. He looks over at Mabel. “So, how do you feel about doing something that’s probably unbelievably stupid with me?”
Mabel has been watching this whole thing with the sort of fascination only she can manage when it comes to people doing unbelievably weird things. Also it’s just been kinda funny to see where all those balls end up. She’s presently flopped across her bed, lying upside down so that her hair drags the floor, but she rolls over (and promptly has to part the curtain of hair that has fallen over her face) at the question. “Unbelievably stupid like jumping through one of those hole things?”
That’s not a disagreement. She’s just making sure he hasn’t let his mind wander to something else equally dumb and exciting. It’s Dipper. You always have to be sure.
“Exactly like that.” Dipper pokes at the tear with his pen, then puts his whole hand through, but it…. doesn’t really feel like much. At least it’s not on fire or anything. “We know that it could just take us somewhere else in the mansion. But if it doesn’t, it could bring us closer to solving all the mysteries of Wonderland!” He pulls his hand back, turning towards Mabel with an excited grin. “What if it takes us over to the Mirror side? Think of all the things we could figure out!”
“I thought you said you had to do that alone.” She looks hopeful, but she also doesn’t want to be the one who gets excited about something, only for Dipper to remember and crush her dreams. She sits up and idly presses her fingers together, trying to look adorable and sad. Look at her, Dipper. She wants to come with. “In case… your Mirror tried to pull something over here?”
No one can ever say she didn’t try to remind him of what he told her before, even if she’s hoping this isn’t a mistake and he’s definitely planning on going with her.
He hesitates, since she’s not wrong. That’s the smarter move. Have one twin on each side, let them keep each other safe. But it was easier to make that plan when there wasn’t a potentially dangerous portal that only probably led to the Mirror side. It was also possible it led somewhere even more dangerous, or even home, though that seemed unlikely. He turns away from the tear to look at her. “That was the plan. But I don’t know for sure this is going to the Mirror side.” He shrugs a shoulder, fiddling with his pen. “I don’t like the thought of vanishing somewhere completely random. What if the notebooks don’t work from there? What if I can’t get back?” What if she ends up stranded without her brother and feels as awful as he did for the week when she vanished? What if she doesn’t feel as awful because she’s better at making friends than he is and would probably be fine?
A part of him worries that this is worse, that he’s dragging her into danger when he shouldn’t be and he’s going to get her hurt. But they make a good team, and the fact is, this isn’t just dumb, it’s kind of scary, though he won’t say it out loud. He’ll feel better with Mabel there with him.
“Yes!” She leaps from the bed and snatches her grappling hook up, as if she wasn’t just looking about to get on her knees and beg. The truth is she doesn’t want him going anywhere she can’t see him. The whole 8-Ball fiasco is still fresh in her mind, and if something does happen to him and she’s not there to bail him out, she’ll never forgive herself. He needs her there, especially if he’s going to do anything potentially dangerous.
“Mystery Twins!” She shouts victoriously, pointing the grappling hook at the ceiling, and raising her free hand for a fistbump.
“Mystery Twins.” He bumps his fist against hers with a much more sedated smile, then takes her hand. “On three?”
“One,” she starts with a firm nod, tightening her grip on both his hand and the grappling hook.
“Two,” Dipper continues, tucking his pen away and touching both Journal 3 and the Resistance Notebook in his vest pocket to make sure they’re secure.
“Three!” they said together, and in unison, jumped into the tear.
Real Mystery Twins - Open - Mirror Side
Mabel tumbles out into a hallway and leaps to her feet, turning her grappling hook on whatever happens to be to her left, whether it be a wall or a potted plant or someone’s cat that wandered away. It doesn’t matter. It’s a Mirror Cat and clearly less adorable than a regular cat. “Did we make it, Dip?” Her expression shifts a bit to confusion. “‘Cause… This looks like a regular hallway in the mansion. If this is the Mirror Side, shouldn’t everything be all… backwards?”
“The hallway might look the same,” Dipper says, walking towards the windows, “But we definitely made it. Look.” He points outside. The view looks pretty similar to the view from the mansion, with one major exception: it’s entirely black and white. “I’ve read about this. Only the Mansion and the Mirror residents are in color.”
“Bleah. Someone call Crandolph the Fabulous pronto.” Mabel’s expression twists into a grimace as she peers out the window and backs up, tugging on her sweater. “So I guess that means our Mirrors are over on our side now. Maybe they’ll just… hang out in our room and not do anything weird or creepy.”
“Let’s hope.” Dipper looks back at a mirror and grimaces a little. “I’m sure someone on our side can handle them.” He hopes. He looks over at Mabel and grins. “Anyway, it’ll all be worth it if we can make some kind of neat discovery! Let’s find the core!”
“To the core!” She grabs Dipper’s hand and begins running down the hall, clearly not concerned that they’re in uncharted territory with a lot of potential bad guys running around. They’re just two kids to most people, and sometimes that’s an advantage.
Mirror Twins - Closed to Bill - Real Side
Meanwhile, it’s an advantage to their Mirrors, as well. Mabel frowns as she looks around the room, smoothing her pleated black skirt with a distasteful expression. “Ugh. They’re so untidy.” Hesitantly, she picks up one of Mabel’s sweaters and sniffs it experimentally, only to drop it back on the floor with a disgusted noise. “Why do her clothes smell like a locker room?”
“Don’t know, don’t care.” Dipper walks across the room and starts rifling through the real Dipper’s drawers, flipping through his books, carelessly dropping everything on the floor. “Ugh, he must have taken it with him. Too much to hope for that he’d have left it behind.”
Mabel is investigating the closet, looking for something that doesn’t smell like it might have been dragged across a sweaty prepubescent boy’s pitts at some point. If she’s going to do this, she can’t wander around looking like a schoolgirl. She has to- God forbid- look the part. “Such a shame, brother dear. Ah, here we go.” She finds a sweater that suits her tastes and pulls it on over her collared shirt and vest. It doesn’t really make her look exactly like her Real, but hopefully people will be blinded by the amount of sparkles on it and won’t notice.
That done, she wanders back over to her twin and prods him in on the shoulder. “Don’t be so glum, chum. We have someone you’re positively vibrating to meet over here. And that’s worth its weight in stupid books.”
That mollifies Dipper slightly and he shoves over a few of Dipper’s books just to make a point, then grabs a permanent marker from the jar on Dipper’s desk.
“Yes, yes it is.” With deft, practiced motions, he draws a triangle on Dipper’s desk and an eye right in the middle. “Sdrawkcab egassem, sdrawkcab egassem, sdrawkcab egassem,” he mutters, not quite the full summoning ritual, but then again, he doubts it’s necessary. Bill knows they’re here. Honestly this is just a formality.
Mabel sits down on the bed and grins, kicking her feet excitedly. “It’s playtime,” she practically coos.
Mirror Dipper - Open - Real Side
All is right in the world, though Dipper still isn’t sure if his usual connection to Bill will work through the mirror. Wonderland isn’t Gravity Falls, and it’s hard to know how the process will translate. Still, he wanders the mansion, looking more confident than Dipper ever looks… not to mention better dressed. He’s not trying to pass as his so-called real doppelganger, so he looks as he always does, dressed in a blazer and slacks with his hair combed back from his face so that his birthmark shows clearly.
He doesn’t really need to investigate this side of Wonderland. After all, he has an ally who knows everything. But there’s one thing he can do, and that’s to wander the halls and draw eyes of providence anywhere that looks like it might be interesting. For a guy with one eye, Bill Cipher sure has a lot he can see, and it’s definitely in Dipper’s interest to make sure he can see as much as possible. So he scrawls the symbol everywhere.
Also it’s nice and vaguely menacing. He can appreciate that.
Mirror Mabel - Open - Real Side
Mabel isn’t as big on the Bill Cipher World Domination Plan as her brother is- it’s great, but Bill’s attention, much as she hates it, is fickle, and she thrives on attention, negative or otherwise. So she figures there’s some damage she can cause with her Real’s friendgroup. Currently dressed in one of Mabel’s sparkliest sweaters and looking exactly like her Real (up until she opens her mouth and everyone can see she’s braces-free), she’s found herself a spot in the garden with a scrapbook. It’s research. If it means she gets to laugh at what a weird child her Real is at the same time… Well, whatever.
[Please specify who you want! Real!Dipper and Mabel will mostly be sticking together, but the Mirror Twins will be doing their own thing. Open to prose or action spam, whichever suits your fancy!]
Where: Dipper and Mabel's room, various parts of the mansion, various parts of the mirror mansion.
When: July 16
Rating: PGish
Summary: Dipper and Mabel go investigating on the Mirror side. Mirror Dipper and Mirror Mabel have fun on the real side.
The Story:
Dipper frowns, tossing a ball from the ball pit through the tear that appeared in their room for the twelfth time. He’s found about seven of the balls, which means five are unaccounted for. He’s not sure if that means they’re somewhere else in the mansion or… elsewhere. But he does know not one has shown up in the same place twice. He looks over at Mabel. “So, how do you feel about doing something that’s probably unbelievably stupid with me?”
Mabel has been watching this whole thing with the sort of fascination only she can manage when it comes to people doing unbelievably weird things. Also it’s just been kinda funny to see where all those balls end up. She’s presently flopped across her bed, lying upside down so that her hair drags the floor, but she rolls over (and promptly has to part the curtain of hair that has fallen over her face) at the question. “Unbelievably stupid like jumping through one of those hole things?”
That’s not a disagreement. She’s just making sure he hasn’t let his mind wander to something else equally dumb and exciting. It’s Dipper. You always have to be sure.
“Exactly like that.” Dipper pokes at the tear with his pen, then puts his whole hand through, but it…. doesn’t really feel like much. At least it’s not on fire or anything. “We know that it could just take us somewhere else in the mansion. But if it doesn’t, it could bring us closer to solving all the mysteries of Wonderland!” He pulls his hand back, turning towards Mabel with an excited grin. “What if it takes us over to the Mirror side? Think of all the things we could figure out!”
“I thought you said you had to do that alone.” She looks hopeful, but she also doesn’t want to be the one who gets excited about something, only for Dipper to remember and crush her dreams. She sits up and idly presses her fingers together, trying to look adorable and sad. Look at her, Dipper. She wants to come with. “In case… your Mirror tried to pull something over here?”
No one can ever say she didn’t try to remind him of what he told her before, even if she’s hoping this isn’t a mistake and he’s definitely planning on going with her.
He hesitates, since she’s not wrong. That’s the smarter move. Have one twin on each side, let them keep each other safe. But it was easier to make that plan when there wasn’t a potentially dangerous portal that only probably led to the Mirror side. It was also possible it led somewhere even more dangerous, or even home, though that seemed unlikely. He turns away from the tear to look at her. “That was the plan. But I don’t know for sure this is going to the Mirror side.” He shrugs a shoulder, fiddling with his pen. “I don’t like the thought of vanishing somewhere completely random. What if the notebooks don’t work from there? What if I can’t get back?” What if she ends up stranded without her brother and feels as awful as he did for the week when she vanished? What if she doesn’t feel as awful because she’s better at making friends than he is and would probably be fine?
A part of him worries that this is worse, that he’s dragging her into danger when he shouldn’t be and he’s going to get her hurt. But they make a good team, and the fact is, this isn’t just dumb, it’s kind of scary, though he won’t say it out loud. He’ll feel better with Mabel there with him.
“Yes!” She leaps from the bed and snatches her grappling hook up, as if she wasn’t just looking about to get on her knees and beg. The truth is she doesn’t want him going anywhere she can’t see him. The whole 8-Ball fiasco is still fresh in her mind, and if something does happen to him and she’s not there to bail him out, she’ll never forgive herself. He needs her there, especially if he’s going to do anything potentially dangerous.
“Mystery Twins!” She shouts victoriously, pointing the grappling hook at the ceiling, and raising her free hand for a fistbump.
“Mystery Twins.” He bumps his fist against hers with a much more sedated smile, then takes her hand. “On three?”
“One,” she starts with a firm nod, tightening her grip on both his hand and the grappling hook.
“Two,” Dipper continues, tucking his pen away and touching both Journal 3 and the Resistance Notebook in his vest pocket to make sure they’re secure.
“Three!” they said together, and in unison, jumped into the tear.
Mabel tumbles out into a hallway and leaps to her feet, turning her grappling hook on whatever happens to be to her left, whether it be a wall or a potted plant or someone’s cat that wandered away. It doesn’t matter. It’s a Mirror Cat and clearly less adorable than a regular cat. “Did we make it, Dip?” Her expression shifts a bit to confusion. “‘Cause… This looks like a regular hallway in the mansion. If this is the Mirror Side, shouldn’t everything be all… backwards?”
“The hallway might look the same,” Dipper says, walking towards the windows, “But we definitely made it. Look.” He points outside. The view looks pretty similar to the view from the mansion, with one major exception: it’s entirely black and white. “I’ve read about this. Only the Mansion and the Mirror residents are in color.”
“Bleah. Someone call Crandolph the Fabulous pronto.” Mabel’s expression twists into a grimace as she peers out the window and backs up, tugging on her sweater. “So I guess that means our Mirrors are over on our side now. Maybe they’ll just… hang out in our room and not do anything weird or creepy.”
“Let’s hope.” Dipper looks back at a mirror and grimaces a little. “I’m sure someone on our side can handle them.” He hopes. He looks over at Mabel and grins. “Anyway, it’ll all be worth it if we can make some kind of neat discovery! Let’s find the core!”
“To the core!” She grabs Dipper’s hand and begins running down the hall, clearly not concerned that they’re in uncharted territory with a lot of potential bad guys running around. They’re just two kids to most people, and sometimes that’s an advantage.
Meanwhile, it’s an advantage to their Mirrors, as well. Mabel frowns as she looks around the room, smoothing her pleated black skirt with a distasteful expression. “Ugh. They’re so untidy.” Hesitantly, she picks up one of Mabel’s sweaters and sniffs it experimentally, only to drop it back on the floor with a disgusted noise. “Why do her clothes smell like a locker room?”
“Don’t know, don’t care.” Dipper walks across the room and starts rifling through the real Dipper’s drawers, flipping through his books, carelessly dropping everything on the floor. “Ugh, he must have taken it with him. Too much to hope for that he’d have left it behind.”
Mabel is investigating the closet, looking for something that doesn’t smell like it might have been dragged across a sweaty prepubescent boy’s pitts at some point. If she’s going to do this, she can’t wander around looking like a schoolgirl. She has to- God forbid- look the part. “Such a shame, brother dear. Ah, here we go.” She finds a sweater that suits her tastes and pulls it on over her collared shirt and vest. It doesn’t really make her look exactly like her Real, but hopefully people will be blinded by the amount of sparkles on it and won’t notice.
That done, she wanders back over to her twin and prods him in on the shoulder. “Don’t be so glum, chum. We have someone you’re positively vibrating to meet over here. And that’s worth its weight in stupid books.”
That mollifies Dipper slightly and he shoves over a few of Dipper’s books just to make a point, then grabs a permanent marker from the jar on Dipper’s desk.
“Yes, yes it is.” With deft, practiced motions, he draws a triangle on Dipper’s desk and an eye right in the middle. “Sdrawkcab egassem, sdrawkcab egassem, sdrawkcab egassem,” he mutters, not quite the full summoning ritual, but then again, he doubts it’s necessary. Bill knows they’re here. Honestly this is just a formality.
Mabel sits down on the bed and grins, kicking her feet excitedly. “It’s playtime,” she practically coos.
All is right in the world, though Dipper still isn’t sure if his usual connection to Bill will work through the mirror. Wonderland isn’t Gravity Falls, and it’s hard to know how the process will translate. Still, he wanders the mansion, looking more confident than Dipper ever looks… not to mention better dressed. He’s not trying to pass as his so-called real doppelganger, so he looks as he always does, dressed in a blazer and slacks with his hair combed back from his face so that his birthmark shows clearly.
He doesn’t really need to investigate this side of Wonderland. After all, he has an ally who knows everything. But there’s one thing he can do, and that’s to wander the halls and draw eyes of providence anywhere that looks like it might be interesting. For a guy with one eye, Bill Cipher sure has a lot he can see, and it’s definitely in Dipper’s interest to make sure he can see as much as possible. So he scrawls the symbol everywhere.
Also it’s nice and vaguely menacing. He can appreciate that.
Mabel isn’t as big on the Bill Cipher World Domination Plan as her brother is- it’s great, but Bill’s attention, much as she hates it, is fickle, and she thrives on attention, negative or otherwise. So she figures there’s some damage she can cause with her Real’s friendgroup. Currently dressed in one of Mabel’s sparkliest sweaters and looking exactly like her Real (up until she opens her mouth and everyone can see she’s braces-free), she’s found herself a spot in the garden with a scrapbook. It’s research. If it means she gets to laugh at what a weird child her Real is at the same time… Well, whatever.
[Please specify who you want! Real!Dipper and Mabel will mostly be sticking together, but the Mirror Twins will be doing their own thing. Open to prose or action spam, whichever suits your fancy!]
One Or Both Real Mystery Twins - Core Vicinity
It flickers. It did not flicker the last time, that much he still remembers. That much really only tells Philip that something is wrong, and it hardly took his visit here to figure that out. He approaches, cautiously. The video camera in his hand--
--is shaking, and nerves are at best partially to blame, but with every step something already feels wrong. He wanted to see the light again, that much he realises now, but it must be... it must be that whatever welcomed some part of him, the same force does not think his body is wanted here, does not think that it is supposed to proceed.
A flush of nausea, blurs at the edges of his vision, steps that refuse to come straight or easy. The familiarity makes his heart pound, and for a moment his mind is trapped in a different corridor, concrete and cold and shattered glass, footsteps and growls in the distance; running, running, running from them not nearly as much as the voice he will never be able to shake, the laughter crawling harshly from his head through his bones. Philip gasps for breath, not knowing how much longer he will be able to, allowed to, and--
[ Okay, Relevant Part, Here We Go ]
--finds himself slouched against the wall, his fingernails dug into the back of his neck. Still in Wonderland. Always in Wonderland, as he's been for years. He shakes his head. An embarrassing performance. Scowls, because... the Core is several doors down now. Great, and he ran in the opposite direction at that.
The camera's still in his other hand, at least. All right, take two. This time he'll get it right there, around the corner, somebody's voice coming closer. Fantastic, this was going so well already.
Philip scowls. Might be one of theirs, come exploring like he did. He did say this was important, somebody might've listened for a change. Might be that's exactly what Her side doesn't want to allow. His fingers slip from his neck, to the gun on his waist. His eyes are kept on the corner, waiting.
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Mabel turns the corner, keeping pace with her brother, and still looking a little green around the gills from their first (disastrous) attempt to look into the Core. She's all but doubled over and sort of looks like she's going to be sick.
"We can't do that again..." She hasn't even picked up on the fact that this hallway is occupied, too focused on making sure she doesn't hurl or faint or a combination of the two. Gross.
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He stops, noticing Philip. Or Mirror Philip? He doesn't really know how to tell the difference at this point, so he just squeezes Mabel's shoulder and looks up at him warily.
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themflesh-eating ghouls with the power of song while looking suspiciously like Dipper. Suppose that clears up one thing. Not, however, which versions of them he's looking at right now.They both look worse for wear. Might've been near the Core before him. Might be that points to the right side, but he's made the mistake of believing that far too quickly the last time.
Hand still warily on his holster Philip eyes them suspiciously and stays silent.
Or rather "silent", anyway.
"What are you doing here?" he asks, lips closed, voice clear. Dipper would be familiar with his telepathy. The girl likely would not.
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He's not even the hot kind, if he is. That's disappointing.
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"I'm not a vampire," he confirms. "Or a Mirror."
Which should be the more pressing issue to deny, but he had to be sure-- has to be sure that neither of them have sprung from the wrong side of the glass. Dipper's explanation is reassuring, accurate in a way a Mirror could have overheard somewhere and somehow, but... it's enough for him to ease up, tentatively.
"What about you? Both of you?"
There's a time and place for straightforward questions, and it's probably not here and now, but suppose it's still a reaction worth observing.
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