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december 17 - hershel and the hannukah goblins

[ There is a racket coming from the kitchen. Accompanying the clamor is the yells and swearing of a little girl, Ellie, who is trying to corner a medium-sized and snickering goblin. The brunette seems to be attempting to retrieve the little pocket knife that the goblins is tossing around; on the counter is an apple, half-peeled, likely left behind and entirely forgotten in the struggle. ]

Give it back, you asshat! [ She lunges, but quick as she is, the goblin is stronger. He lumbers out of the way, still heckling her, holding the small weapon way above her head. When she tries scrambling onto the counter to leap at it, the creature moves just out of reach and she swears again, kicking hard down onto the surface of the counter.

She'd consider going to one of the closets to get a gun and just kill the bastard, but she's afraid that, if she takes her eyes off of it, the goblin will vanish with her knife in its grasp. Instead, she continues to attempt its retrieval, grumbling loudly and glaring daggers at the ever-annoying Christmas gift from Wonderland. ]

december 21 - the lion, the witch, and the wardrobe

[ Narnia is awesome. Ellie had found it not too long ago, had slipped through the second strange closet to appear in Wonderland after rummaging through its contents. When she'd fallen out into the snowy woods, she'd been baffled, having not yet read C.S. Lewis' famous series yet before.

Wisely, she thinks, she hadn't fallen for the obvious trap of whatever the food was supposed to be, sitting out and available for anyone to nip at it. Probably, it was poison, or maybe something not as lethal, but no less dangerous. She'd eyed it with healthy suspicion, squinting and wrinkling her nose, but in the end, she'd upended the table and its bowl, sending the Turkish Delight into the snow face-down. ]

Suck it. [ Ellie said, nodding firmly. After that, she'd moved through the area, exploring and coming across nothing besides the 'food' she'd ruined and the single lamppost. She spent some time glancing up at it, wondering if she should try and climb it, or something, but settled on doing nothing. It really just seemed like a light, weird as it was to be the only other thing around besides the trees.

Footsteps. She freezes, moving quickly to crouch behind a series of white-capped bushes. Someone nearby is crunching their way through the snow and Ellie has no intention of them taking her by surprise. As such, and without the usual bottles and bricks, she gathers up a snowball and packs it tight in her hands.

Ready, aim - and she lobs it at the person as they break through into the clearing. ]

[ Simon may have been beside himself with the discovery of where the closets - wardrobes - now led. And he may have been popping in and out with increasing regularity, exploring the landscape as he can. And very studiously avoiding the Turkish Delight, thanks, because he has no desire to summon the person who might have left it. Granted, he's not yet found a faun either, so he's not sure that actually applies, but he's not taking his chances.

Still, it definitely seems like Narnia, even if its a fairly empty one. Or so he thinks until he pushes his way through the underbrush and gets a snowball to the face, which leaves him sputtering in protest. ]

OI!

Whoa - Simon?

[ She pops up from behind the bush, waving meekly and smiling in a sheepish, apologetic sort of way. ]

Heh... whoops. [ Ellie drops the other snowball, maneuvering her way out from behind the brush. ] Thought you might be someone actually dangerous.

What does that mean? [ He pauses from wiphing snow out of his face to look mildly offended. ] Actually dangerous? I'm completely dangerous.

Grr.

[ He even makes the claws and grimace to go with it. ]

Uh, you know what I mean. Monsters. Wonderland-brand shitty... monsters.

[ She sticks out her tongue, not even bothering to look scared. ]

You're way too fuzzy to be scary.

[ He just laughs at that. ]

Too fuzzy, huh? Is that how it is?

[ He has ways of dealing with him. Just watch. He bends down to start forming retribution in the form of snowballs. ]

Uh, yeah, and- oh no you don't!

[ Ellie laughs, also ducking down and hastily packing together the snow. ]

I've got you beat; you're a way bigger target, fuzzball!

[ It'd be better if they were using water guns, but this will do. ]

Yes, but I'm fast. You just try and counter that, Shorty.

[ He grins and sends a snowball flying at her. ]

I'm fast, t-

[ Thwump. The snowball beans her in the shoulder and she exclaims in surprise, making a nasty, but simultaneously amused face. ]

Motherfucker! [ But she's laughing and lobs a snowball back at him in return. ] This means war, you know that?

[ His laugh when his snowball lands and gets her cursing gets a delighted bout of near maniacal laughter from him, because really, she's a kid after his own heart and far be it from him to scold her over language when he's likely to say just as bad in front of her without ever realizing it. ]

Bring it, squirt. I will own you.

Oh, nuh-uh. You're going down.

[ And she makes a point of lobbing a few surprisingly well-aimed snowballs in his direction. ]

Suck, it crusty!

[ He manages to duck the first, but the second catches him in the shoulder and as he picks up his head to yelp about it, a third smacks it dead center in the face, leaving him sputtering snow and laughing. ]

Oh, you're gonna regret that, squirt.

Uh, I don't think so.

[ She's laughing, too, having no issue with how she'd beaned him straight in the face with hard-packed snow. What? He's fine! ]

Good luck catching me, Grandpa!

[ And Ellie makes a dash through the snow toward the trees where there's a bit more cover. ]

[Dipper hears swearing and crashing and of course, has to follow the noise. When he sees Ellie, well, he's not exactly surprised. But she's never gonna get her knife back at this rate. Dipper hasn't had much trouble with the Goblins, but that's mostly because he never tried brute force. He just doesn't have much force to offer.

He steps into the kitchen and smirks.]

I wouldn't worry too much, Ellie. Don't you know? Goblins are terrible with knives. Why... [He thinks for a moment, then holds up his hat.]

There's no way that goblin could ever throw the knife well enough for it to land in my hat.

[ Bless you, Dipper. Ellie does a little double-take, surprised by the voice, not immediately understanding what he's trying to do. Still, he's obviously got a plan, so she keeps her mouth shut, eyes flitting between the other kid and the goblin.

The goblin seems affronted by the claim. Gnashing its teeth, it examines the knife in its hands as if having an internal debate. Before too long, it tosses the small weapon toward the hat with a strange kind of delicacy, and actually does manage to land it inside. ]

Hey! [ Ellie laughs, delighted, grinning over at Dipper. ] That was awesome!

[ Even the goblin gives a proud, self-satisfied sort of grunt, though it's also not yet clear that he isn't getting the knife back. ]

Why the hell'd he do that?

They're not the sharpest crayons in the box. [He grabs a potato from a cabinet.] Now shoo! Or I'll crush you as easily as I crush this stone!

[He squeezes hard and...

ok, it turns out potatoes are a lot harder to crush than he thought. He squeezes it a few times in his hand and frowns, then turns around and uses Ellie's knife to cut it in half on the counter. He steps aside and gestures boldly.]

AHA!

[ Ellie can't help it; she snorts, wrinkling her nose, but stifles it with a hand. The goblin is more disturbed, though, and bares his ugly teeth at them before deciding to save his skin. Defeated, but surly, he moseys out of the kitchen, glaring at them over his shoulder. ]

Probably shouldn't let him go... [ But he didn't seem like he was going to hurt them, and even if her usual policy is 'better safe than sorry,' she doesn't want to start stabbing anything to death with friends around. Instead, Ellie sticks her hands in her pockets, grinning at Dipper. ]

Nice. I was fooled. [ She raises her eyebrow, looking at the squishy potato. ] Got the whole... Hercules thing going on there, huh?

That's a word for it. [He wipes potato off the blade of her knife, then hands it back to her.] Potatoes are a lot less squishy then I expected. But I guess the squishy thing only happens after you cook them.

Thanks. [ She smiles genuinely before pocketing the knife again, then considering the potato. ] Uh... I guess? I don't cook a lot, but I feel like sitting in hot water would make anything pretty squishy.

[ Because SCIENCE ]

D'you know what those things were? Besides friggin' annoying?

Goblins, I guess. [Dipper shrugs.] Pretty minor in terms of how much of a hassle they are. Annoying, but dumb, and mostly harmless.

You "guess?" Got a lot of experience with those things?

[ It did just seem annoying, dumb, and mostly harmless, though; the assessment seems fairly accurate. Ellie makes a face as if to say 'sounds about right' and leans against the counter. ]

Did they nab about of your stuff, or am I just the lucky one?

Not these specifically. But I deal with weird stuff all the time back home.

[These can't even show you your worst nightmare and drive you insane when you make eye contact.]

They tried. I outsmarted them.

Not more zombies, right? [ Comes the dry response, because the last thing she wants is for more of her friends to have come from worlds where there are walking dead everywhere. ]

Ha. Guess that says a lot about me. [ She wrinkles her nose at him, but she's still grinning. ] Look at you, outsmarting trolls- wait. Goblins? Is there a difference?

Occasionally zombies. But they're easier to deal with than the ones we got here. [And were entirely Dipper's fault because he just had to read the Latin in his journal to prove a point.]

Probably to them. [He shrugs.] But then again, they probably have their own troll or goblin language where they're called something entirely different.

Edited (I REMEMBERED I WANTED TO COMMENT ON ZOMBIES ) 2016-01-20 07:20 (UTC)

I didn't know there were... "easy to deal with" zombies.

[ Wish that was the garden variety back in her world. ]

Oh, yeah... guess so. It's not like they spoken fluent English. [ beat ] But they sorta seemed to understand, didn't they? Maybe they know more than we're giving them credit for.

ellie ; joyful, all ye nations, rise

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