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entrancelogs2016-08-06 08:19 pm
charlastan) wrote in entrancelogs2016-08-06 08:19 pm
You know, there ain't no rest for the wicked. Money don't grow on trees! | OPEN
Who: Stan Pines [charlastan] and YOU!
Where: Anywhere on Genosha, but mostly the sketchier parts of the city.
When: 8/5 - 8/9
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Stan's lived a pretty rough life on Genosha, despite being a mutant. He doesn't look like a mutant at a glance and doesn't have obviously provable powers, so he's fallen into a life of hard crime to get by and now...now, he's watching his great-niece and nephew. And an extra litter of illegally smuggled laser puppies.
The Story:
A. Dead End Flats - Stan's Shitty Apartment - 8/5/16 (Closed to Dipper and Mabel)
"¡Escuchen! ¿Qué demonios se supone que debo hacer con esta cantidad de perros?! Vas a tomar todos ellos o te rompo todos los huesos del cuerpo! ...Hello?"
[Stan stares at the phone in his hand and then slams it on the receiver. Great. The guy hung up on him and now he's going to be out twelve grand. More importantly though, his suppliers are going to be out another twelve grand, and if he doesn't scramble and get it to Rico soon he's gonna send his goons out to try and rough him up. Normally he could take it, but...he's got a couple of kids staying with him, and they don't need to see that side of his life.
The contraband in question, is a box of puppies of indeterminate species at his feet, mutts that normally wouldn't sell for any considerable amount. Stan glares down at them and while most of them are unmoved, a couple yip excitedly and shoot lasers from their eyes. This gets all the others going, and Stan ducks for cover.]
No! No! Bad dogs! Uhh...
[He looks around for something to help stop them from shooting holes in the few things he owns, and eventually settles for dumping out a garbage can and sticking it over the puppy box.]
There! Problem temporarily solved! [A beat, and then he calls out to Dipper and Mabel.] KIDS! WHO WANTS TO TAKE A PUPPY HOME AND NEVER TELL THEIR PARENTS HOW THEY GOT IT?
B. Downtown, some alley in a shopping district - 8/6/16 (OPEN)
[There's still a good amount of puppies left, and he's gotta get rid of them as fast as possible. If his seller ain't gonna take them, then he'll have to do it himself and mark them up to make it worth his while. He's set up in a dark alley, with an refrigerator box turned on its side full of puppies running around and shooting red lasers from their eyes at the sides of the buildings around them.
Stan's just glad they haven't realized they could cut right through the box if they wanted.
He spends a lot of time watching the crowd of shoppers. It's probably mostly mutants, not so much because of how they look, but because no human Stan knows has the kind of cash to spend in a place like this. He's also well aware that he doesn't look like he belongs here either, with his torn-up coat and ratty clothes. At least he's got a good sturdy pair of boots, but they're always filthy.
He's equally aware that everyone who looks at him assumes he's powerless, assumes he's human unless someone actually believes him when he tells them otherwise. Frankly, it's just made him stop spending the effort trying to explain. Besides, it always makes it him feel better to sucker people that assume the worst of him.
A lot of his time is spent leaning against a wall loitering, but when he spies someone he thinks he can sell to, he stops them in their tracks.]
Say pal, why you here all by yourself? You look like exactly the sorta person who could use their own animal companion! One with unique breeding, I should add. [Obvious code for "Mutant-born" animals.] You, uh-- wanna take a look? ...You're not a cop, right? No cops allowed. Them's the rules.
C. In your dreams - any night (OPEN)
[At night is when Stan's powers truly come to life. Ever since he was a young boy, he's been able to manipulate and traverse the mindscape, altering his own dreams and the dreams of others. He can even alter his own appearance in dreams, making himself look any way he wants to, or hiding himself as needed.
But when he was a boy, his powers did not extend far at all - just to the nearest sleeping form, who was always Ford. As a result, no one believed him when he said he had powers too. No one except Ford.
Once his father threw him out (for being a good-for-nothing dead-weight human who would never be able to make a living, let alone a fortune) he started to practice with his abilities more. Now...now, he's not sure how far they extend, honestly. He's tried to figure it out by trying to remember whose dream he's in and figuring out where they live (or at least where they usually sleep), but it's tough to tell. Essentially he has to skip from one person's dream to the next. They're all connected within the mindscape, but he has to pass through the dreams of the person across the street to get to the dreams of someone on the next street over, and so on and so forth.
The farthest he's managed to travel thus far, as far as he can tell, has been two miles. But he always tries to leave himself enough time to get back to his own dreams - if he doesn't make it back to his own head before he wakes up, he's tugged back forcefully across town and wakes up with a killer migraine.
He can't help himself though - there's always that itch to use his power when he's asleep, since he can't when he's awake. So, Stan wanders around a little most evenings, seeing what dreams are lurking in the minds of those around him. Occasionally he pays people visits, either friendly social calls or attempts to plant ideas in the minds of people who could be swayed to buy things from him, but often he tries to go unnoticed. That...doesn't always work out as planned though.]
D. In BILL'S dreams - 8/8/16 (Closed to Bill Cipher)
[Stan's still disoriented from trying to separate himself from this...this weird life the event's given him and what his actual memories are. But despite that, he's okay. He's reorienting himself, and he's fine. It's just more Wonderland bullshit; what else is new? ...Aside from the weird ache of the hardships of a life that wasn't even real. The same can't be said of Ford though. The guy's falling apart and Stan is livid.
So, possibly against better judgement, he's out for petty revenge while he can get it.
It takes him a long time to find Bill - he wasn't sure where the guy was living in this stupid event, and it's been hell trying to find his way. He'd gotten used to the general rhythms of the dreams of his neighbors and their weird patterns, but now that everyone is starting to remember their dreams have been changing to accommodate.
Eventually though, he steps into a dream that feels like it might be the one. He slips himself into the shadows and waits for either an opportunity to strike, or a sign to move on to another dream instead. But he's got a pretty good feeling about this one, and he's gotten pretty far trusting his terrible instincts already.]
E. Other - Whenever (OPEN)
[ooc: Got something else you want with Stan? Toss it here anyway!]
charlastan] and YOU!Where: Anywhere on Genosha, but mostly the sketchier parts of the city.
When: 8/5 - 8/9
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Stan's lived a pretty rough life on Genosha, despite being a mutant. He doesn't look like a mutant at a glance and doesn't have obviously provable powers, so he's fallen into a life of hard crime to get by and now...now, he's watching his great-niece and nephew. And an extra litter of illegally smuggled laser puppies.
The Story:
A. Dead End Flats - Stan's Shitty Apartment - 8/5/16 (Closed to Dipper and Mabel)
"¡Escuchen! ¿Qué demonios se supone que debo hacer con esta cantidad de perros?! Vas a tomar todos ellos o te rompo todos los huesos del cuerpo! ...Hello?"
[Stan stares at the phone in his hand and then slams it on the receiver. Great. The guy hung up on him and now he's going to be out twelve grand. More importantly though, his suppliers are going to be out another twelve grand, and if he doesn't scramble and get it to Rico soon he's gonna send his goons out to try and rough him up. Normally he could take it, but...he's got a couple of kids staying with him, and they don't need to see that side of his life.
The contraband in question, is a box of puppies of indeterminate species at his feet, mutts that normally wouldn't sell for any considerable amount. Stan glares down at them and while most of them are unmoved, a couple yip excitedly and shoot lasers from their eyes. This gets all the others going, and Stan ducks for cover.]
No! No! Bad dogs! Uhh...
[He looks around for something to help stop them from shooting holes in the few things he owns, and eventually settles for dumping out a garbage can and sticking it over the puppy box.]
There! Problem temporarily solved! [A beat, and then he calls out to Dipper and Mabel.] KIDS! WHO WANTS TO TAKE A PUPPY HOME AND NEVER TELL THEIR PARENTS HOW THEY GOT IT?
B. Downtown, some alley in a shopping district - 8/6/16 (OPEN)
[There's still a good amount of puppies left, and he's gotta get rid of them as fast as possible. If his seller ain't gonna take them, then he'll have to do it himself and mark them up to make it worth his while. He's set up in a dark alley, with an refrigerator box turned on its side full of puppies running around and shooting red lasers from their eyes at the sides of the buildings around them.
Stan's just glad they haven't realized they could cut right through the box if they wanted.
He spends a lot of time watching the crowd of shoppers. It's probably mostly mutants, not so much because of how they look, but because no human Stan knows has the kind of cash to spend in a place like this. He's also well aware that he doesn't look like he belongs here either, with his torn-up coat and ratty clothes. At least he's got a good sturdy pair of boots, but they're always filthy.
He's equally aware that everyone who looks at him assumes he's powerless, assumes he's human unless someone actually believes him when he tells them otherwise. Frankly, it's just made him stop spending the effort trying to explain. Besides, it always makes it him feel better to sucker people that assume the worst of him.
A lot of his time is spent leaning against a wall loitering, but when he spies someone he thinks he can sell to, he stops them in their tracks.]
Say pal, why you here all by yourself? You look like exactly the sorta person who could use their own animal companion! One with unique breeding, I should add. [Obvious code for "Mutant-born" animals.] You, uh-- wanna take a look? ...You're not a cop, right? No cops allowed. Them's the rules.
C. In your dreams - any night (OPEN)
[At night is when Stan's powers truly come to life. Ever since he was a young boy, he's been able to manipulate and traverse the mindscape, altering his own dreams and the dreams of others. He can even alter his own appearance in dreams, making himself look any way he wants to, or hiding himself as needed.
But when he was a boy, his powers did not extend far at all - just to the nearest sleeping form, who was always Ford. As a result, no one believed him when he said he had powers too. No one except Ford.
Once his father threw him out (for being a good-for-nothing dead-weight human who would never be able to make a living, let alone a fortune) he started to practice with his abilities more. Now...now, he's not sure how far they extend, honestly. He's tried to figure it out by trying to remember whose dream he's in and figuring out where they live (or at least where they usually sleep), but it's tough to tell. Essentially he has to skip from one person's dream to the next. They're all connected within the mindscape, but he has to pass through the dreams of the person across the street to get to the dreams of someone on the next street over, and so on and so forth.
The farthest he's managed to travel thus far, as far as he can tell, has been two miles. But he always tries to leave himself enough time to get back to his own dreams - if he doesn't make it back to his own head before he wakes up, he's tugged back forcefully across town and wakes up with a killer migraine.
He can't help himself though - there's always that itch to use his power when he's asleep, since he can't when he's awake. So, Stan wanders around a little most evenings, seeing what dreams are lurking in the minds of those around him. Occasionally he pays people visits, either friendly social calls or attempts to plant ideas in the minds of people who could be swayed to buy things from him, but often he tries to go unnoticed. That...doesn't always work out as planned though.]
D. In BILL'S dreams - 8/8/16 (Closed to Bill Cipher)
[Stan's still disoriented from trying to separate himself from this...this weird life the event's given him and what his actual memories are. But despite that, he's okay. He's reorienting himself, and he's fine. It's just more Wonderland bullshit; what else is new? ...Aside from the weird ache of the hardships of a life that wasn't even real. The same can't be said of Ford though. The guy's falling apart and Stan is livid.
So, possibly against better judgement, he's out for petty revenge while he can get it.
It takes him a long time to find Bill - he wasn't sure where the guy was living in this stupid event, and it's been hell trying to find his way. He'd gotten used to the general rhythms of the dreams of his neighbors and their weird patterns, but now that everyone is starting to remember their dreams have been changing to accommodate.
Eventually though, he steps into a dream that feels like it might be the one. He slips himself into the shadows and waits for either an opportunity to strike, or a sign to move on to another dream instead. But he's got a pretty good feeling about this one, and he's gotten pretty far trusting his terrible instincts already.]
E. Other - Whenever (OPEN)
[ooc: Got something else you want with Stan? Toss it here anyway!]
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He was already watching when the tower of crap started to fall, and out of instinct he rushed forward--!
...only to find himself suddenly back where he started. Huh? He blinks and looks at his hands and then back at the scene - which is the same, except she's crying out for help a few minutes too early. It takes him a second, but then the realization strikes. Time rewound. It's just going to fall again.
With that in mind, he heads over again, arriving at the tower just as it's starting to waver again. Pieces begin to fall, but Stan lifts a hand and all of it stops. Instead, the loose pieces hover in the air and debris that was still loose on the structure floats off, as if gravity reversed itself only around the pile. With that all set, he turns around and looks at the girl on the ground.]
...You alright?
[She sure doesn't look it, but at least nothing's going to fall on them now.]
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He made it stop. Mutant?
She made it go backwards... Mutant?
Pieces of scrap float above them. She sits up straighter and tries to edge away from him, afraid.]
Yes, but I didn't... I didn't mean to...
[She keeps trying to apologize, but can't get the words out. She's sorry she did whatever she did to the pile of junk- but she thought she was going to die, and there was no one nearby to save her, and... and it just happened.]
...Thanks. For that. [She tilts her head in the direction on the junk.]
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He looks up where she gestures, at all of the stuff floating above them and he forces a laugh.]
Heh. No problem. Figured it'd be better than watching it fall on you.
[There's an awkward beat, and he sighs.]
You can quit lookin' at me like that any time, y'know. I'm not gonna hurt you. ...In fact, if you gimme that arm I can fix it up for you.
[He doesn't reach out to just do it though, not when she's so freaked out. ]
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That's scary, scarier than the guy talking to her.
So she holds out her arm, where blood from her cut is trickling down to her shoulder, and then dripping to leave red stains on the ground. She sucks in a breath against the sting of the cut, her eyes watering for multiple reasons.]
You... saved me.
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Eh. It's nothin'. You would've been alright either way.
[You know, since it's a dream and nothing that happens here really matters. He's not saving people from anything they couldn't have save themselves from by waking up. And yet, even though it doesn't matter, Stan always catches himself interfering anyway.]
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She stares at the wound, trying (and failing) to not freak out about the whole situation.]
I would've been the furthest thing from alright. [She still is.] My parents are going to kill me.
[She blurts out the admission quickly, as the thought hits her, and she hangs her head in shame.]
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No, they're not. Really. That's not even a vote of confidence on their part; they're literally not gonna know.
[Not unless she goes around telling her parents what she dreams about, and if she's that worried then she probably won't. He shouldn't ask, but...the hint of parental drama has him a little curious, for personal reasons.]
But uh. For argument's sake...why're they gonna kill you? For not gettin' crushed under the Leaning Tower of Crap?
[Eh. People have dreamed about weirder things.]
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After a moment she replies to his question with a shaky voice.]
For being a mutant. I... have to tell them at some point.
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Y'know, you really don't. What they don't know's not gonna hurt 'em, or you.
[Stan always advocates for lying. But...he thinks about it more and something about this bothers him. It bothers him a lot.]
Wait, why the heck would they be mad about that? They should be happy for you! You're pretty much guaranteed a better life as a mutant!
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[She's just about emotionally compromised at this point, so she breaks off as she kicks at a piece of trash and sends it flying.]
You wouldn't get it. You're one of them.
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His shoulders slump.]
I'd get it better than you'd think I would. Sure, I'm one of them, but I don't usually pass as one.
[He debates whether or not to continue, but eh. He's already started this story and she might not even remember it when she wakes up.]
...My old man kicked me to the curb 'cause of it, 'cause he said I'd never make anything of myself without powers. I've pretty much had to live as a human ever since.
[It's not exactly the same situation, but it stems from a similar problem - crappy parents who'd get mad at them for being who they are.]
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Homeless. Is that really what she's going to become?
She looks up at him sadly.]
...You can't go home?
[It's an honest, vulnerable question, just an eighteen year old girl voicing her most painful concern.]
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Not unless I proved I could make a decent living, even without obvious powers.
[And he...well. He never really succeeded. He spent a lot of time on the streets, a lot of time involved in serious crime. He never really got away from that, but at least now he can sleep in a shitty apartment instead of his car. He tries to wave it off though, like it doesn't really matter. It's not fresh pain anyway.]
Eh, I'm a little old to be tryin' to go home anyway. My dad's been dead for decades.
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I wish I could help you... [Partly so she can avoid thinking about what just happened, so it's a little selfish. But he said he was kicked out, and that's terrible. Max's parents have been so loving and selfless and...
And they wouldn't kick her out. Right?]
And I wish all of this was easier...
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Look, don't worry about it. I'm uh. Way past the point of help.
[He doesn't sound self-deprecating. It just...is how it is. He's old. He got kicked out years ago. He's ruined his own life so much there isn't really anything anyone can do for him.]
Just worry about yourself. I'm not gonna tell you it'll get easier, but just...keep goin'. Alright?
[It's easy to get sentimental in dreams when the odds are pretty good she won't even remember him or see him again.]
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[She sighs heavily and wipes at her eyes.] I guess I'm going home.