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entrancelogs2015-08-10 11:43 am
krmvgivv) wrote in entrancelogs2015-08-10 11:43 am
open } the gods may throw the dice their minds as cold as ice
Who: Dipper Pines and YOU
Where: Abel Township (except for a jaunt outside for Mabel)
When: 8/9
Rating: A hard PG-13!! for violence and small children getting hurt and dying.
Summary: Dipper is fine. Sure, he might have a tiny little zombie bite to contend with, but he's fine.
The Story:
Dipper's going through the supplies, and muttering to himself. "Cinnamon, cinnamon... ugh, I'm never going to find any formaldehyde here...." If the cure would even work. He's not sure at this point. Karaoke didn't take these zombies out like the zombies back in Gravity Falls. Who's to say the cure he found in the journal would work like it worked on Soos?
Anyone who doesn't know Dipper very well might not think much of the fact that he's wearing long pants right now. Sure, it's summer, but it's not that hot. Plenty of people wear long pants in the summer. But Dipper almost never does. He wears the exact same thing every day. Of course, if he's got a tightly bandaged zombie bite on his leg that he doesn't want anyone to question, he can make an exception. He's fine. He didn't turn right away, and he doesn't know how long he has, but he's not dead yet. There's still time. There has to still be time. He needs to find a way to fix this, to fix himself. He won't die. He can't. He's way too young and there are so many mysteries he still has to solve. He won't turn into a zombie, he won't hurt anyone else, he'll get better and everything will be fine.
There's no formadehyde and not nearly enough cinnamon. He lets out a frustrated grunt and shoves the boxes of food away, sending them tumbling to the ground. He sits down, wrapping his arms around his legs. Death's not supposed to be permanent here, right? Dipper believes the sources he's read, believes all the people who have told him that, but it's so hard to keep that thought in his head when death is so very permanent back home and oh god, he's gonna die. Mabel's gonna be all alone and this was all his fault to begin with and he's gonna die. He leans his face in his hands. "I'm so sorry, Mabel. I don't know if I can do this."
Where: Abel Township (except for a jaunt outside for Mabel)
When: 8/9
Rating: A hard PG-13!! for violence and small children getting hurt and dying.
Summary: Dipper is fine. Sure, he might have a tiny little zombie bite to contend with, but he's fine.
The Story:
Dipper's going through the supplies, and muttering to himself. "Cinnamon, cinnamon... ugh, I'm never going to find any formaldehyde here...." If the cure would even work. He's not sure at this point. Karaoke didn't take these zombies out like the zombies back in Gravity Falls. Who's to say the cure he found in the journal would work like it worked on Soos?
Anyone who doesn't know Dipper very well might not think much of the fact that he's wearing long pants right now. Sure, it's summer, but it's not that hot. Plenty of people wear long pants in the summer. But Dipper almost never does. He wears the exact same thing every day. Of course, if he's got a tightly bandaged zombie bite on his leg that he doesn't want anyone to question, he can make an exception. He's fine. He didn't turn right away, and he doesn't know how long he has, but he's not dead yet. There's still time. There has to still be time. He needs to find a way to fix this, to fix himself. He won't die. He can't. He's way too young and there are so many mysteries he still has to solve. He won't turn into a zombie, he won't hurt anyone else, he'll get better and everything will be fine.
There's no formadehyde and not nearly enough cinnamon. He lets out a frustrated grunt and shoves the boxes of food away, sending them tumbling to the ground. He sits down, wrapping his arms around his legs. Death's not supposed to be permanent here, right? Dipper believes the sources he's read, believes all the people who have told him that, but it's so hard to keep that thought in his head when death is so very permanent back home and oh god, he's gonna die. Mabel's gonna be all alone and this was all his fault to begin with and he's gonna die. He leans his face in his hands. "I'm so sorry, Mabel. I don't know if I can do this."