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entrancelogs2016-02-21 09:36 pm
mviw) wrote in entrancelogs2016-02-21 09:36 pm
"Part of me is the Hang Man, and part of me is the victim." (OPEN!!)
Who: Ford Pines (mviw) his owl and YOU!
Where: Various (Mystery Shack, the Library, & Elsewhere)
When: Gravity Falls Event through Upcoming Memory Event
Rating: PG-13 for potential swearing.
Summary: Ford adjusts to Wonderland by trying to be a shut-in, but his family and new friends have other plans. Also, he has an owl and a driving sense of curiosity.
The Story: Pick a prompt or start your own!
A. "Let's end the charade. This game is over." (CLOSED to Stan) Gravity Falls Event: At night (Backdated)
[Ford always prefers privacy over socialization, so this event is shaping up to be one headache after another. During daylight hours, Ford avoids the tours being given by his brother and instead he spends most of his time in the forest. Illusion though it is, it's a familiar one. At night, unable to sleep as usual, he opens his window to let his owl fly freely while he creeps through the 'house' looking for the basement levels and his journals.
The basement is what he looks for first behind the vending machine... And to his disappointment and frustration, it isn't there.]
Damn.
[It's a hushed utterance followed by a pang of fear. He doesn't like feeling trapped. Of course Wonderland wouldn't provide the portal or its equipment, but... it was worth a try.
Ford hears a sudden noise; probably someone sneaking through the house after hours. Not wanting to explain why he's in his brother's gift shop in the middle of the night, Ford slips behind the cashier counter to wait them out.]
B. "There's a room full of people in your head." (OPEN) Gravity Falls Event: Shack/Forest (Backdated)
[Ford can be found in the house kitchen hoarding orange juice or exiting a room with a mysteriously carved door.
Otherwise, he will be out in the forest assisting both creatures and mansion residents to minimize destruction of his-- well, it's not really his home, but it's close enough. He may be an old science man but he has a laser gun and he knows space karate.]
C. "I don't even know who's at the wheel." (OPEN) Library (Current)
[Ford is spending less time in his room and more time in the library, as of late. Rather than check out books and take them to actual privacy, he's been enjoying the massive volume of information right at his disposal and all that comes with it; the smell of binding and paper, the hushed atmosphere, the sense of awe he's never lost when he knows he can always learn more.
At the chosen table he's set up stacks of books in various piles. The largest pile by far is on birds of prey--specifically owls. In the middle of it all are sheets of paper with doodles of who some might recognize to be his family, but mostly of his owl who he accidentally summoned from the closet several weeks prior. Included in the drawings are scenes from the mansion and Wonderland itself as well.
Not only is he a nerd, but he seems to be quite the artist.]
D. "You've gotta follow the voice you wanna follow." (OPEN) Write your own starter.
mviw) Where: Various (Mystery Shack, the Library, & Elsewhere)
When: Gravity Falls Event through Upcoming Memory Event
Rating: PG-13 for potential swearing.
Summary: Ford adjusts to Wonderland by trying to be a shut-in, but his family and new friends have other plans. Also, he has an owl and a driving sense of curiosity.
The Story: Pick a prompt or start your own!
A. "Let's end the charade. This game is over." (CLOSED to Stan) Gravity Falls Event: At night (Backdated)
[Ford always prefers privacy over socialization, so this event is shaping up to be one headache after another. During daylight hours, Ford avoids the tours being given by his brother and instead he spends most of his time in the forest. Illusion though it is, it's a familiar one. At night, unable to sleep as usual, he opens his window to let his owl fly freely while he creeps through the 'house' looking for the basement levels and his journals.
The basement is what he looks for first behind the vending machine... And to his disappointment and frustration, it isn't there.]
Damn.
[It's a hushed utterance followed by a pang of fear. He doesn't like feeling trapped. Of course Wonderland wouldn't provide the portal or its equipment, but... it was worth a try.
Ford hears a sudden noise; probably someone sneaking through the house after hours. Not wanting to explain why he's in his brother's gift shop in the middle of the night, Ford slips behind the cashier counter to wait them out.]
B. "There's a room full of people in your head." (OPEN) Gravity Falls Event: Shack/Forest (Backdated)
[Ford can be found in the house kitchen hoarding orange juice or exiting a room with a mysteriously carved door.
Otherwise, he will be out in the forest assisting both creatures and mansion residents to minimize destruction of his-- well, it's not really his home, but it's close enough. He may be an old science man but he has a laser gun and he knows space karate.]
C. "I don't even know who's at the wheel." (OPEN) Library (Current)
[Ford is spending less time in his room and more time in the library, as of late. Rather than check out books and take them to actual privacy, he's been enjoying the massive volume of information right at his disposal and all that comes with it; the smell of binding and paper, the hushed atmosphere, the sense of awe he's never lost when he knows he can always learn more.
At the chosen table he's set up stacks of books in various piles. The largest pile by far is on birds of prey--specifically owls. In the middle of it all are sheets of paper with doodles of who some might recognize to be his family, but mostly of his owl who he accidentally summoned from the closet several weeks prior. Included in the drawings are scenes from the mansion and Wonderland itself as well.
Not only is he a nerd, but he seems to be quite the artist.]
D. "You've gotta follow the voice you wanna follow." (OPEN) Write your own starter.
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Stanley... [There's that tone again-- the one where he's correcting Stan's grammar.]
First of all, I refuse to do anything of that nature without being certain that we get everyone home, not just ourselves. Second, I'm not going to want to live the rest of my life knowing that I destroyed a dimension somewhere no matter how awful it is.
Why the hell would you want to destroy an entire plane of existence? The only other thing I know who wants to do that has one eye and froze time in its tracks.
["Don't be like Bill, Stanley" is what he's saying. It might have more impact if Stan knew who Bill was.]
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In case you haven't noticed, Sixer, no one's actually from Wonderland. It just drags people in from other places. It'd be no different than blowin' up an empty building. Besides, it's not like I'm doin' it because I wanna wreck this place. We have to get the kids outta here and we don't have a whole lotta options.
[Admittedly, he had definitely meant just taking everyone from their world home and letting everyone else deal with the consequences. They could figure it out, probably. That's not going to fly though, so he shrugs.]
So we take 'em all with us and let 'em loose in Gravity Falls. Sure they'd still be stuck somewhere, but at least it wouldn't be somewhere that steals their memories and messes with their heads. Heck, it's already done that to us just in the time you've been around. Who knows what bein' stuck here years would do?
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It's that last part about losing memories that trips Ford up, and he lifts his hands as if to grind the conversation to a screeching halt and shift it in another direction.]
--Hold on. What do you mean it's already done that to us? When?
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What, you didn't figure it out yet? This weekend, 'cause this event's one of ours. First of all, the only reason this place even looks like this is 'cause it took that outta our heads. [He taps his temple.] And second, whenever an event from your world happens, Wonderland takes a memory away from you. I keep hearin' it's a word, and that all lines up pretty good with this event.
[He...hasn't actually tested this theory on anyone, but he's pretty confident he's right here. It's tripped him up dozens of times already and he never trips up his Mr. Mystery routine. He gestures around them at the gift shop.]
What would you call this? Y'know other than "an abomination" or "your house". What's this kind of scam called? A kinda trap. Something-trap. C'mon, Smart Guy - if I'm wrong and we didn't lose anythin', then what is it?
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Yes, I know they took it from our heads, or at least our dimension--dimensions can connect, you know! I--I'd call it a-- [ _____ trap. A... _____ ...]
Why can't I remember... [Ford slowly scrubs his hands up through his hair and his eyes no longer focus on Stan, but through him, past him. The color starts to drain from his face. The plate was made of a special metal. It was meant to prevent this kind of thing from happening. Pulling Gravity Falls from the others, or from their own dimension, is one thing... This is the erasure of a thought from his mind. A mind he thought was protected.
A chilly fear rises from the depths of him and he feels like it's squeezing his chest. It may be one word, but that's all it takes sometimes; just one little piece and sooner or later you're being forcibly thrown down a flight of stairs by an entity that's laughing at your pain.]
No, no, I can't...
[Ford breathes. Breathe. Don't panic. Don't. Panic. It's going to be fine. You're going to be okay.]
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Stanford? Ford, hey--
[In an instant he's back in time, thirty years ago, to the last time he saw Ford in their world. To when Ford was paranoid and jittery and scared of his own damn shadow, ready to shoot anyone who knocked on his door with a crossbow.
Even with all the fighting they've been doing, Stan doesn't think twice before stepping forward to put a hand on Ford's shoulder. For once, he tries to be a little gentler.]
Hey, c'mon. Easy there. It's just one word, and one more reason to get the hell outta here ASAP before it's more than that.
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Fine. [His voice is gruff. The moment of panic gave way to grudging agreement and several decades' worth of frustration.]
We'll have it your way. Let's rebuild the portal--but only to send people to their real dimensions and then we can go home.
[It's not like they can fuck up any worse.]
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Wait, really? You mean it?
[Honestly, he was expecting more of a fight. If he's really honest, he expected to have to try and do it himself, behind Ford's back. Having to send everyone back to their dimensions first is kind of a pain, but Stan can deal with it. Ford knows more about this portal than he does.]
Deal! [He grins, and offers a hand so they can shake on it, if Ford'll take it.] So, uh-- you manage to bring any of those journals with you when you turned up here?
[It would make this a hell of a lot easier. Stan would have asked before, but he was too busy sneaking around because he assumed Ford would say no.]
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No, but we should be fine between me, you and Journal 3. I can get it from Dipper without letting him know what we're planning.
[He's suddenly unusually quiet, but tense and a little twitchy. He wants to pace around, he wants to do something; rather than let his nervous energy out, he tries to bottle it up.]
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Seriously?
[He pulls his hand away. The opportunity is gone and Stan's obviously annoyed. He's been a lot of places and guys who won't shake on deals are always shady. Sure, half the time when someone does shake they've got their fingers crossed behind their backs, but someone who doesn't shake is someone waiting for the opportunity to back out and say they never promised anything.
Mention of Journal Three makes him perk up little, though not quite as much as he had before. There's more caution there now.]
Ha! I've already got that taken care of, unless you've got that invisible ink stuff in your blueprints. I made a copy when the kids weren't around. They have no idea!
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The only thing that's in the blueprints with invisible ink is warnings not to build or activate it. The copy'll work just fine. I assume you already started work on it. [Because he knows how stubborn his brother is.]
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[That way it wouldn't take him another thirty years to put it together. He doesn't have that kind of time. That and the fact that he hadn't actually asked Ford for the journals himself yet make it pretty clear that he thought he would be going at this alone again.
He's not wrong about the stubbornness though. Stan's spent months trying every prison currency he could think of and combing through the attic.]
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... Stanley. We're old. Each of us could just give them some memory and get a journal back. Not that I want to, but I'm not going to remember all the intricacies off the top of my head. [He'd rather remove the metal plate. The way his expression is souring though, he looks like he just ate something thoroughly disgusting.]
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No way. First off, you almost had some kinda breakdown over losin' one word just now, and second, I don't trust those creeps to keep their word. Who says they're not gonna just keep our memories and give us nothin' for 'em, or that they won't just give us blank journals or somethin'? Then they've got our memories and we can't even do anythin' about it 'cause we don't know what we lost.
[...But mostly he doesn't want Ford doing it after that reaction. If it comes down to it, Stan'll pawn off two of his own.]
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Giving up a memory freely is different from having it taken. At least it's for a good cause. Can we at least choose what they take? [He looks and sounds uncertain about this. Ford turns his gaze, pointedly, away from Stan.]
... I don't want you giving something up either.
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[As for the rest, Stan just scoffs like Ford's said something funny, and he points up at his temple.]
C'mon, it ain't like I've got anythin' important goin' on up here. I could do it no problem if we had to!
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Would you can it? What if they erased the kids? Or how to breathe? Or me? We'll manage this between the two of us. I can extrapolate using one journal's blueprints and-- We'll work it out as we go.
[The feeling of discomfort doesn't go away, it grows. He tries to ignore it anyway.]
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[Or at least they wouldn't take that first, so Stan's not going to be forgetting how to breathe any time soon. He doesn't comment on the other two possibilities, but he's still frustrated. What's it matter if Ford's willing to risk those things too? It's one more memory, and he doubts they'd take too much - at least at first. If it's anything like certain circles he's been in, the vendors probably want to make sure customers come back.
He rubs at his hand though, frowning.]
...Yeah. We'll figure it out. It doesn't matter, 'cause we're not gonna give anything to those masked creeps if we don't have to.
[If he was that willing to give in, he'd have the other journals and be short two memories by now.]
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Alright, so it's settled. We'll work on the portal and we'll have to make it stable enough to let everyone through.
[A thought occurs to him, and he scratches the back of his neck, looking... sheepish.]
It's too bad Fiddleford isn't here. We could really use his expertise with engineering.
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Eh. We'll make due. Besides, I dunno how much help he'd be anyway.
[Sure, the guy can still build giant robots, but he's also married to a raccoon and has a bandage on his beard. He's kind of a loon.
However, Stan does know at least one person who could help engineering-wise. Unfortunately, he's also probably the last person Ford wants near this project, so Stan keeps his mouth shut about it. For now.]
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Uh. What is it exactly about robot rampages that makes you think a guy would actually cooperate and help and not destroy everything? Plus the guy's off his rocker. He lives down at the dump in a literal pile of garbage and he married a raccoon.
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I can understand why you'd think those wouldn't be good qualities.
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Fine! Don't believe me! That's worked out so well for you so far!
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I'm sure you'd love to see me screw up again.
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