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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. ]
no subject
The behavior with the marker confirms what's already obvious--something's not right here. But with the very nature of this place, what that something is could be due to any number of things and beyond. He draws closer, thinking to tell Wirt to stop it, but instead what comes out is:]
What's happened to you?
no subject
...I woke up on the wrong side of the bed.
[iS ThAt noT wHAt yOu WAntEd tO hEaR?]
no subject
Would you allow me to take you back there?
[In Wirt's room at least they wouldn't be out in the open like this, and he could steer the boy's attention away from... his night time activities.]
no subject
[Taking a hop-skip of a step back, Bill holds his arms up in noodly self-defense.]
And risk getting taken to your lair full of body parts? No thanks, buddy. I'm not your meat farm.
no subject
Is that what you think?
[Victor stops when Wirt jumps back. It's a titanic effort to keep himself composed and keep Wirt talking, but it's the next best thing if the other has it in his mind to run.]
The greater concern is you harming yourself, not I.
[He recognizes the barb for what it is, and yet still, intimating he'd harvest body parts from a living person like the madman his namesake is sometimes known to be? It's a monstrous accusation one levels at a monster. That's one line he hasn't crossed, no matter what darkness he holds.]