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entrancelogs2015-08-13 01:36 pm
dancepuppetdance) wrote in entrancelogs2015-08-13 01:36 pm
[OPEN] have you ever stopped to watch a bluebird drop from a tree and take to the air?
Who: Bill Cipher Wirt & YOU!
Where: all around the mansion
When: August 13-15 (or until Wirt loses consciousness)
Rating: PG to PG-13
Summary: Wirt made A Very Bad Decision and must suffer the consequences of his actions while Bill attempts to locate and destroy Dipper's journal.
The Story:
[It was easy. Too easy.
A little bit like taking candy from baby with no arms, if Bill is being honest, and he's nothing if not devastatingly so. First time in a body - noodly, so noodly, with awkwardly-long teenage legs - in a while, since he last inhabited Pine Tree, and Gnome Hat is only slightly different in that he's taller and well-rested.]
I tell ya, nothing like a fresh set of clodhoppers to start your day!
[He says to himself, as if he hadn't already been wearing A Boy Named Wirt for several hours already. Bill grins into a mirror, displaying all his new teeth and snapping them experimentally as he adjusts the ridiculous pointed hat on his head.]
They won't see what hit 'em!
[Bill can be found in a number of places enjoying the pleasures of having a physical form without all the pesky drawbacks of being a gravity-bound triangle:]
THE GARDENS
Ahahahaha!
[Leaning over a flowerbed with an extended candle-lighter he waves the flame gently under a tulip, observing the way it catches fire, the way red and orange licks over fresh organic material. It doesn't smell as good as something meatier, but it'll do in lieu of-]
Hey, you!
[He yells at a passing butterfly, lunging at it and cursing his human limitations as it flutters just out of his reach. Narrowing his eyes (two of them! two!) after it he turns back to the box, reaching for a stalk of Digitalis purpurea and wrenching several of the purple flowers free.]
Bottom's up!
[He shoves them into his mouth and begins to chew.]
THE HALLS
[Intent of displaying his vessel's tremendously awful skills at playing the clarinet the quietest of the afternoon hours - when people are relaxing, or all abed for siestas - are interrupted by the dulcet sounds of a dying cat.
...sorry, the soothing melody of quality music played on a quality instrument.]
AT NIGHT
[Late at night, the witching hour and beyond, Bill shuffles through the corridors and scrawls his own image into the walls and floorboards, rummages through the kitchen's infinite stores and drags slabs of bloody beef onto the cutting board at the counter.
He likes the wet, thick sound it makes when the cleaver hits wood, a satisfying THOK in the dead silence, the spatter of red on the apron he's donned, the squelching crunch of marrow and viscera as he forces it into the grinder with his bare hands. Turning the crank it spills out the other end, aimlessly gathering on the tile floor in juicy piles.
Intruders get a bright and cheery smile.]
Hey there. You like hamburgers?
AFTERNOON POETRY READINGS
But lo! Yon mortal coil forsakes me, for it is my burden to wander!
[Standing on a stack of books in the library, he gestures wide around him and projects with confidence and passion:]
The perils of train tracks, the perils of swimming, and it was upon me to squander,
My time with dear loved ones, so friendly and kind, like ships passing cold in the night,
I greeted The Beast and I joined in his feast and my brother did die from the fright!
[With an elegant, swooping bow, he accepts any applause and appreciation in the form of hoots and hollers.]
Thank you, thank you, I'll be here all wee- [Bill squints at the watch he's put on for the occasion.] -for the next few days. Probably.
Private Message to Mabel Pines:
I LIKE YOU. DO YOU LIKE ME? (CIRCLE ONE)
- YES
- DEFINITELY
- ABSOLUTELY!!
Private Message to Dipper Pines:
Hey!
Do you...want to hang out? Or something?
-Wirt
[ OOC Note: When Bill possesses a body he uses that person's voice, so hearing him talk will not give away who he really is under the Wirt-shaped fleshsuit. To everyone else, his eyes appear perfectly normal, round pupils instead of slits, but for the sake of easy differentiation between this Wirt (Bill-Wirt? Birt?) and the real Wirt, I made slit-eye icons to mimic what Gravity Falls did.
Also, it just looks creepy. ]
Where: all around the mansion
When: August 13-15 (or until Wirt loses consciousness)
Rating: PG to PG-13
Summary: Wirt made A Very Bad Decision and must suffer the consequences of his actions while Bill attempts to locate and destroy Dipper's journal.
The Story:
[It was easy. Too easy.
A little bit like taking candy from baby with no arms, if Bill is being honest, and he's nothing if not devastatingly so. First time in a body - noodly, so noodly, with awkwardly-long teenage legs - in a while, since he last inhabited Pine Tree, and Gnome Hat is only slightly different in that he's taller and well-rested.]
I tell ya, nothing like a fresh set of clodhoppers to start your day!
[He says to himself, as if he hadn't already been wearing A Boy Named Wirt for several hours already. Bill grins into a mirror, displaying all his new teeth and snapping them experimentally as he adjusts the ridiculous pointed hat on his head.]
They won't see what hit 'em!
[Bill can be found in a number of places enjoying the pleasures of having a physical form without all the pesky drawbacks of being a gravity-bound triangle:]
Ahahahaha!
[Leaning over a flowerbed with an extended candle-lighter he waves the flame gently under a tulip, observing the way it catches fire, the way red and orange licks over fresh organic material. It doesn't smell as good as something meatier, but it'll do in lieu of-]
Hey, you!
[He yells at a passing butterfly, lunging at it and cursing his human limitations as it flutters just out of his reach. Narrowing his eyes (two of them! two!) after it he turns back to the box, reaching for a stalk of Digitalis purpurea and wrenching several of the purple flowers free.]
Bottom's up!
[He shoves them into his mouth and begins to chew.]
[Intent of displaying his vessel's tremendously awful skills at playing the clarinet the quietest of the afternoon hours - when people are relaxing, or all abed for siestas - are interrupted by the dulcet sounds of a dying cat.
...sorry, the soothing melody of quality music played on a quality instrument.]
[Late at night, the witching hour and beyond, Bill shuffles through the corridors and scrawls his own image into the walls and floorboards, rummages through the kitchen's infinite stores and drags slabs of bloody beef onto the cutting board at the counter.
He likes the wet, thick sound it makes when the cleaver hits wood, a satisfying THOK in the dead silence, the spatter of red on the apron he's donned, the squelching crunch of marrow and viscera as he forces it into the grinder with his bare hands. Turning the crank it spills out the other end, aimlessly gathering on the tile floor in juicy piles.
Intruders get a bright and cheery smile.]
Hey there. You like hamburgers?
But lo! Yon mortal coil forsakes me, for it is my burden to wander!
[Standing on a stack of books in the library, he gestures wide around him and projects with confidence and passion:]
The perils of train tracks, the perils of swimming, and it was upon me to squander,
My time with dear loved ones, so friendly and kind, like ships passing cold in the night,
I greeted The Beast and I joined in his feast and my brother did die from the fright!
[With an elegant, swooping bow, he accepts any applause and appreciation in the form of hoots and hollers.]
Thank you, thank you, I'll be here all wee- [Bill squints at the watch he's put on for the occasion.] -for the next few days. Probably.
Private Message to Mabel Pines:
I LIKE YOU. DO YOU LIKE ME? (CIRCLE ONE)
- YES
- DEFINITELY
- ABSOLUTELY!!
Private Message to Dipper Pines:
Hey!
Do you...want to hang out? Or something?
-Wirt
[ OOC Note: When Bill possesses a body he uses that person's voice, so hearing him talk will not give away who he really is under the Wirt-shaped fleshsuit. To everyone else, his eyes appear perfectly normal, round pupils instead of slits, but for the sake of easy differentiation between this Wirt (Bill-Wirt? Birt?) and the real Wirt, I made slit-eye icons to mimic what Gravity Falls did.
Also, it just looks creepy. ]
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...How do I know that though? You already lied to me once before and-- and look what happened when I believed you! [He gestures at his ghostly self.] For all I know, you could be running off with my body for good!
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[Bill shrugs, his arms dangling mid-air, at right angles.]
Believe you me, if I had to live in a fleshbag permanently, it wouldn't be this one.
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No. Not right. Wirt has absolutely no trust left in him at all after this. He should probably find someone who isn't going to lie to his face - or lie with his face.]
Uh. ...Thanks, I guess?
[Except he doesn't sound thankful at all. He doesn't sound like he even slightly believes Bill at all, and his voice or whatever echo he has left creaks with anxiousness.]
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[He stops, looking back up at Wirt with something akin to pity.]
...look, I feel for ya. I do! I'm sorry you're not back in the Unknown. You know what a toll road is, right?
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Um...yeah? ...Why?
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[He shrugs, because when lying out of his ass he at least tries to look vaguely sincere.]
Now, I'm not an expert on particle physics, but some tolls are bigger than others. Some can't even be paid, and you don't usually know it until you get up to the gate and the customs officer starts yelling at you for smuggling illegal cephalopods.
I shouldn't be telling you this because the almighty fleshy Time Baby would get upset, but...your toll is too high, kid. Your world's in flux.
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That last note is horrifying though, because that sure sounds like he can't go back at all.]
Wh-what? What does that even...why would it be higher for me than anyone else?! There has to be some way to make it, uh. Not in flux. ...Right?
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[You know, toppling down a hill, rolling into a body of water, slowly losing oxygen while you hallucinate that you're really in a suspiciously magical forest...]
There are a few others here with the same problem, but it's not something you can usually tell until you get to the toll booth. [He laughs.] I mean, some of them are dead!
[Birt turns to look at Wirt seriously, hastening to encourage him:]
Not that- not that you're dead, or anything. I mean. I doubt you are. Probably. There are some things that even I can't see.
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[Bill definitely lost him at some point. What a weird thing to just bring up out of nowhere like that. Obviously he's not dead! It's kind of weird that Bill wouldn't know, seeing as he's in Wirt's body at the moment, but...well, he assumes Bill is just trying to mess with him, so he just frowns.]
Well, I clearly won't get any straight answers here, and I'm not sure I want to watch any more of...whatever this is. [He gestures vaguely at Bill - at himself - and his clarinet.] So...yeah, I'm I'm gonna go.
[Go and hopefully find some other way back into his body, if he can...]