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01 ❆

Who: Arya and YOU
Where: Around Gravity Falls
When: February 8-9th
Rating: G, though will update if this changes
Summary: Arya realises she's not in Westeros any more
The Story:

a) Forest
One minute she'd been on horseback, clinging to Sandor Clegane to stay mounted as they plodded toward the Eyrie. The next she found herself quite alone, in the middle of thick woodland. To say Arya was confused was an understatement, but she'd put that to one side for now as the relief and wariness of being on her own warred in her - she wasn't exactly sorry to be away from the Hound, but she couldn't be sure what was lurking in the trees. As if on cue a twig snaps loudly a little way away, and Arya missed having Needle at her side more than ever.

She makes her way over cautiously, expecting at worst a gang of raiders and at best a small animal she can kill and eat, and is bewildered instead to find a blond teen with the whitest teeth she's ever seen, frolicking about the forest floor like an oversized rabbit. She stares for a long moment, unsure if she's hallucinating, but then the boy locks eyes with her and gives a relaxed, friendly smile before calling to what Arya can only assume are the other members of his pack.

Soon Arya's storming through the trees at quite a speed, looking thoroughly irritated and casting looks over her shoulder to the boy band that's singing and clicking and bopping in time.

"I said stop following me!"

b) Gift Shop
When she comes across the oversized Mystery Shack, Arya darts inside and slams the door behind her, leaning back against the wall while she tries to get her breath back. As she does so, she glances around and takes in the assortment of oddities on display. A jar of eyes stare unblinkingly at her, and it takes her a moment to break her gaze from them, feeling a little unnerved. When she turns away she distracts herself with some of the other curios, turning over plastic tchotchkes in her hands, giggling as she pokes at a bobblehead and watches it wiggle about, staring in confusion at a fish nailed to the wall dressed in bright, odd clothes.

When she hears footsteps she jumps, throwing everything back on the shelf quickly, afraid she'll be accused of trying to steal them.

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"Ooookay," Dipper raises an eyebrow. "You know it actually looks more suspicious when you declare your innocence before anyone actually accuses you of anything, right? I mean, I don't actually care that much, but my uncle might get mad." He shrugs a shoulder. "You're new around here, aren't you? Has anyone... told you what's going on?"

She'd been trying to stay out of trouble for so long, hiding her very identity, that it had become second nature to her to distance herself from anything potentially incriminating, even if the worst they could do here is kick her out of the store, not having seen any guards around.

Arya nods at Dipper's question, feeling vulnerable at conceding how new here she is, as it's sure to paint a target on her back a mile wide. "I haven't really come across anyone to tell me what's going on yet." Which means she's really hoping he has some explanation.

"Okay, this is going to be really confusing." He exhales, glancing around. It's hard because they're sort of in Gravity Falls but really in Wonderland, and a few days from now, everything is going to change back.

"So this is my Great Uncle's Mystery Shack, except not really because this is all... not permanent." He waves a hand around. "Have you read Alice in Wonderland?" With different worlds in the mix, he can't assume, but if she has it will be a little easier to catch her up. And in some ways, a little harder. "Oh, and my name's Dipper. I know pretty much everything about this place."

'Confusing' was a bit of an understatement. Arya just stares at Dipper, blinking a couple of times while she tries to process the information he's flinging at her, but he might as well be speaking High Valyrian for all the sense it makes to her. If anything, he's just made the situation as a whole even more incomprehensible to her. She decides to break it down to one question rather than hoping everything will make sense. "How did I get here?"

"...that is a really good question and one I'm still trying to figure out." Dipper shoves his hands in his vest pockets and shrugs. "This isn't... Earth. Or Westeros or the Underground or the Enchanted Forest or whatever world you're from." For every world he's heard of, there are a thousand more he doesn't know. All the names are probably more confusing than helpful. "Magic's the only answer I've got, and it's not a very satisfying one."

"...Did you just say Westeros?" All her other questions are temporarily banished as he throws out the name of her own world so casually, as just one of many.

"Oh, is that the one?" Dipper brightens. "That's lucky. I actually know stuff about Westeros." A pause, as he thinks about what he knows about Westeros. "Like that it's terrible. I... kind of thought girls couldn't wear pants there." Unless the person he's talking to isn't a girl and then he'll be really embarrassed in a minute. "And you don't have pizza and they make kids drink wine or grape juice!"

He has to get Mabel. They have to help this poor deprived soul have the modern food she deserves.

That ... wasn't exactly the sort of information about her world she was expecting. Arya doesn't understand any of it, and she finds she's beginning to get impatient. "You don't make any sense."

"To be fair the whole situation doesn't make sense and I'm 100% sure you don't have enough science fiction in Westeros for me to reference so this is extra hard to explain." Dipper rubs the bridge of his nose.

"Sorry, let's start over. I'm Dipper. I'm not from Westeros. I'm from Gravity Falls in Oregon. Which.... well, actually, it looks a lot like this place right now, but... ignore that. We're not in Oregon or in Westeros. We're in a different world entirely. A... magic other world. Like...." He frowns, waving a hand. "Okay, work with me here, there's got to be a metaphor we can use. Do you have planets in Westeros? Some kind of Afterlife? Mystical other worlds you access through wardrobes? I don't know, anything?"

He's probably still not making sense. How did Sansa figure all this out? She's been here longer than him, so he never had to try and explain it to her.

Arya frowns a little, her brow furrowing as she does so. "Of course there are planets. Seven, including mine. Maester Luwin called them the Seven Wanderers." She didn't know much about them beyond the fact that they existed, though; she didn't think even the Maesters with their bronze links of astronomy knew too much about them.

As for an afterlife ... that was more tricky. Arya's frown deepens as she ponders Dipper's question. "The Septas say that there are seven heavens and hells, one for each of the Gods. And my father used to say that we returned to the Old Gods when we die." She shakes her head decisively, having seen enough death to know neither to be true. "There's nothing else really, though. Just Death."

"Okay, let's go with the planets one. We're on a different planet now, more or less." Really less, but he doesn't want to even try explaining parallel dimensions or whatever. He's confused her enough already.

"It's called Wonderland. We don't know how people get here or go home. But time won't pass while you're here. When you return, it will be like you never left."

She takes a moment to process what he's telling her. It doesn't make much sense to her than it did before, but she feels that at least she has a starting point now.

"What's the point of taking us here if they're only going to put us back like nothing happened?"

"That is a really good question that I wish I had a good answer to." Dipper shoves his hands into his vest pockets and shrugs. "Memories power this place, so that's probably part of it. But there's a lot of mysteries buried around here that I haven't solved. Yet."

"Memories?" If that were so, they'd have a wealth of them to choose from her, far too many for one so young, a great deal of which she'd rather not have them pry into. She realises how uncomfortable the idea that she was brought here because of those memories, that somehow the people who run this place can see inside her, is making her and decides to pursue a safer topic. "I'm Arya," she finally offers.

"Arya?" He's heard that name, and from someone else from Westeros too. He's been here long enough not to believe in coincidences. "Are you from House Stark? Sansa's sister?"

Arya feels the blood drain from her face at mention of her sister's name, and she looks at Dipper as though he's just punched her in the gut. "How do you know that? Is Sansa all right? Is she alive?"

The last Arya had known, she'd been at King's Landing fawning all over her precious Joffrey and seeming not to care what happened to her own family.

"She's fine! She's fine. We're--" he cuts off, face going a little red. "I mean, she's good friends with me and my sister. She told me about you." His expression softens. If there is one thing Dipper understands, it's sibling relationships. Not everyone can have a twin, and even all twins aren't as close as he and Mabel are. But there's no one more important to him than his sister. He can't imagine the same isn't at least a little true for Sansa and Arya.

"She misses you. She'll be really glad to see you."

"No she won't," Arya replies, her voice tight and tense. She has no idea what to even say to Sansa; though she's relieved that at least she's still alive, she also feels angry with her sister for all that had happened prior to their father's execution, and even more angry with herself for the vulnerability she feels at the thought of seeing a relation again.

"...How is she? What has she said about ... about our family?" About me, she nearly says, but changes tack at the last.

"She's... good. I know you guys are like, royalty or something." Though Arya sure isn't rocking the princess look like Sansa does. But that makes sense with what she's said of Arya. "Oh, and that more of you guys are alive than you probably thought! Like your brother... uh..." Oh man, a better boyfriend would probably remember all the names of her siblings, but to be fair, she has a lot of brothers. "Bruce? Or something?"

"Bran," she corrects sharply, then adds as if by rote, "And Robb and Jon and Rickon." Although she's certain that Sansa will have neglected to mention Jon to anyone, or even acknowledge that they have another brother. Then the gravity of what he's saying hits her and she just stares at him, unable to believe it. "...Bran's alive? And here?"

"Bran." He nods. And tries to commit the other names to his memory as well. "No, not anymore. I mean, he is still alive, I assume! But he left before I even showed up. Sansa just told me about him."

"Did she tell you about me?" He knew her name, at least, but she didn't trust Sansa to say anything flattering. In fact given how they parted ways, she doesn't expect anything positive whatsoever.

"Sure, a little bit. She said that--" he pauses and squints at her. "Wait, are you trying to get sibling gossip from me?"

Arya's nose wrinkles up at the thought of anything so petty -- and so typically girlish, she reflects, remembering how Sansa and Jeyne as well as the female servants back at Winterfell had always tripped over one another to be the first in line with the latest gossip. "I just want to know what everyone here's going to think of me, before they've even met me." She's certain Sansa won't have said anything very nice, and she doesn't want to deal with everyone jumping to conclusions.

"...oh, you're worried she'd badmouth you?" Dipper blinks, looking... kind of shocked. It doesn't really match the Sansa he knows, who is really sweet and has been great to him and his sister. It also gives him the usual jarring realization that not all siblings are him and Mabel. Logically, he knows it. He's even seen it with his great uncles. But he's never had to worry about what Mabel might say about him. It might be horribly embarrassing, but it wouldn't be bad.

"Well, so far she's told me you're really brave and that I'd like you, so I don't think you've got anything to worry about."

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