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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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Well, you did help me out of a tight spot. I mean, it was a dream tight spot, but it still wasn't a lot of fun. So, you know. I owe you.
[Then they frown, chewing on their lower lip. He mentioned that his powers weren't overt, so maybe he got kind of a hard time from other mutants? It's certainly possible.]
I can put in a good word for you when I wake up - at my job, I mean.
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...Oh? Uh. ...What's your job?
[He doesn't wat to get his hopes up. There's not a whole lot they can do for him, probably. He's a criminal; his record would get in the way.
He knows that, but there's still a flicker of hope that he can't bring himself to snuff out.]
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[They say it with no small amount of self-deprecation, as it's a nickname they've had thrown at them by plenty of older members of government, people who look down their noses at someone so small having made their way up the higher echelons of Public Relations.]
I mean, I...work with the Genoshan government. Try to, um, keep peace between humans and mutants and stuff.
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Huh! Uh, good for you, I guess. I mean, to me that sounds like they're just saddlin' one of the hardest jobs in the city on a kid, but...at least you've got it good.
[He's from one of the roughest parts of the city and lives among criminals. Peace is something they all laugh at - they're too bitter and too burned to believe in it.
...It finally occurs to him how weird that must be coming from a twelve-year-old.]
I-- I don't usually look like this, by the way. I haven't been a kid in decades, I just...y'know. I thought it'd be weirder if an old man was beatin' up a bunch of kids. So I went easy on 'em.
[It wasn't even really a handicap, since he let himself split into six Stans and use flames. But an adult jumping in that way tends to be jarring, and when he interferes in a way that's too uncomfortable or shocking, a person's subconscious tends to shut him out and wake the person up. It wouldn't have been a comfort - they might have wondered if he would turn on them.]
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They don't contest that point, simply smile and shrug, because that's the kind of equivocal gesture they know how to do.
Stan's admission has them laughing a little at the peculiar mental picture, even if it probably seems - well, regardless, it was nice to see a kid coming to their aid.]
I'm a mutant who works with mutants! You get used to seeing all sorts of stuff. [Even if they kind of do find themselves appreciating the lengths he went to in order to assure their comfort.]