Dipper Pines (
krmvgivv) wrote in
entrancelogs2016-09-07 07:37 pm
open } i'm so intent to find out what it is
Who: Dipper, Dipper, and YOU?
Where: Outside!
When: 9/7
Rating: PG at highest probably
Summary: Dipper and Dipper are hanging out doing what Dippers do best: bashing their heads against difficult puzzles.
The Story:
[It's so beautiful outside today! What a great day for running around and playing and just kidding, Dipper and his new best friend, Dipper, are indeed outside, but only because they needed more room to work on the latest bit of puzzle they've received in the quest to find out… well, actually, Dipper isn't sure what they're trying to find out. Who cares what's at the end of the trail? PUZZLES. He frowns, pinning a slip of paper to the board behind them. It's already covered with notes and bits of string connecting other bits and numbers. So many numbers.]
This is without a doubt the least simple thing I have ever seen. The puzzle lied to me.
It lied to both of us, man.
[ Dipper—no, the other one—lowers a spiral notebook he's been intensely frowning at for the past quite possibly forever. The page open looks completely nonsensical with how haphazardly every scratched out string of words or numbers is scribbled on the paper, but trust him, it makes total sense.
... Or would, if it lead to anything besides a dead end. The many, many ripped out pages around them are a testament to how many angles they've already tried. Dipper's paused his writing for the moment, immediately taking to chewing at the end of his pen. ]
I don't get it—what could we possibly be missing at this point?
[Dipper groans and rubs his head.] Besides a working solution? Your guess is as good as mine, man. [...rarely has that statement been more true. He holds up the list of numbers, squinting at them as if maybe that'll suddenly make them make more sense.]
If we add them up each row is 47 except the last one. And we've got the first four numbers repeating a few times… that last row has to be important, right? But what does it mean?
[Such has been the theme of the last several hours.] Count only the dots. Which dots? Ugghhh, this is impossible!
[He lets the paper drop onto his face. They say two heads are better than one, but it's possible they mean two different heads. Clearly, now is a good time to either help or hassle these kids. Before they entirely lose their minds.]
Where: Outside!
When: 9/7
Rating: PG at highest probably
Summary: Dipper and Dipper are hanging out doing what Dippers do best: bashing their heads against difficult puzzles.
The Story:
[It's so beautiful outside today! What a great day for running around and playing and just kidding, Dipper and his new best friend, Dipper, are indeed outside, but only because they needed more room to work on the latest bit of puzzle they've received in the quest to find out… well, actually, Dipper isn't sure what they're trying to find out. Who cares what's at the end of the trail? PUZZLES. He frowns, pinning a slip of paper to the board behind them. It's already covered with notes and bits of string connecting other bits and numbers. So many numbers.]
This is without a doubt the least simple thing I have ever seen. The puzzle lied to me.
It lied to both of us, man.
[ Dipper—no, the other one—lowers a spiral notebook he's been intensely frowning at for the past quite possibly forever. The page open looks completely nonsensical with how haphazardly every scratched out string of words or numbers is scribbled on the paper, but trust him, it makes total sense.
... Or would, if it lead to anything besides a dead end. The many, many ripped out pages around them are a testament to how many angles they've already tried. Dipper's paused his writing for the moment, immediately taking to chewing at the end of his pen. ]
I don't get it—what could we possibly be missing at this point?
[Dipper groans and rubs his head.] Besides a working solution? Your guess is as good as mine, man. [...rarely has that statement been more true. He holds up the list of numbers, squinting at them as if maybe that'll suddenly make them make more sense.]
If we add them up each row is 47 except the last one. And we've got the first four numbers repeating a few times… that last row has to be important, right? But what does it mean?
[Such has been the theme of the last several hours.] Count only the dots. Which dots? Ugghhh, this is impossible!
[He lets the paper drop onto his face. They say two heads are better than one, but it's possible they mean two different heads. Clearly, now is a good time to either help or hassle these kids. Before they entirely lose their minds.]

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Looks like you boys are working on quite the puzzle!
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Yeah. To put it lightly.
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[Dipper says at almost the same time, lifting the paper off his face.]
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Oh, you know, it was either puzzle or conspiracy theory. [ Hah hah. Right?
But seriously, this looks really complex. ] Huh. Where'd you guys find this puzzle?
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Dipper gives his other self the briefest of glances before both pipe up in perfect, exhausted harmony: ]
Alice's room—
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[It's a little bit a conspiracy. A puzzle that's part of a grander conspiracy.]
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This whole thing is hookey. ]
This wouldn't have anything to do with the marks on the wall of the disco party the other day, would it?
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S I G H.
someone's gotta do something about that. might as well be Mabel.
she's managed to sneak up the nearest tree while the boys are distracted, and as they lament the daunting nature of their task, she swings off a branch upside down, dangling by her knees. this is a very difficult thing to do in a skirt, but somehow she pulls it off.] What is? Either of you ever getting a girlfriend? Heyooo!
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[ Hanging from a tree, like there isn't something completely odd about interrupting a pair of doubles. Which, well, isn't exactly, after all their experiences in Gravity Falls and dreamwidth rp brand of weirdness. So it's for the best. Nonetheless, Dipper manages to stare for a moment longer, though not because of the surprise.
More like she's a face he hasn't seen in quite some time... Although the one thing that prevents him from getting too emotional about it is her messing around in that teasing way, as a Mabel Pines is wont to doing. Dipper levels her an unimpressed stare. Maybe, again, for the better; it just might get weird for someone who hadn't been missing their other half for months.
So, instead, he manages— ]
... That's more likely than you'd think!
[ Uh, maybe. Possibly. Sources are currently uncertain. ]
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[He looks over at the other Dipper and adds:] Her name was Sansa. She was a princess—totally out of our league. And she had this amazing red hair.
[Ahem.]
...anyway, Wonderland sent her away. It does that sometimes.
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[she's already helped with some of the clues- the parts that required less math and more searching for things. eagerly, she throws her arms around both Dippers' shoulders and leans in close to the giant board of nerd that she can, in no way, decipher.] Are we going to any more spooky dungeons?
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His unfortunate life of being single set aside, the train of thought gets cut short when Mabel drapes herself over the two; his shoulder slumps with the added weight, but he otherwise doesn't protest the move. Instead, he shoots her a look. ]
Pretty sure this isn't leading to any spooky dungeons. [ A beat, and he glances at his double next. ] ... Yet. Are there any dungeons here to consider in the first place?
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But so far there haven't really been any repeats. Maybe if we get a map of Wonderland, we can just cross off everywhere that's already held a clue and check there?
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rolls back in, years later....
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Frisk does none of those things.
They're playing a certain video on repeat as they walk by with exaggerated nonchalance.]
Oh, hey Dipper. And...Dipper. [Well, it was inevitable.] Didn't see you guys there!
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Number one is befriending Frisk and Chara. Anyone who claims Frisk is the good one clearly hasn't met them.
He balls up a piece of paper that has some failed ideas and throws it at Frisk's head.]
You liar.
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The chewing stops, the notebook lays forgotten, and Dipper sits in mild horror that he hears Disco Girl being sung back at them in his own voice. ]
... Dude. How long has that been playing?
[ IS THIS SOMETHING EVERYONE HAS BEEN HEARING?? LEAVE HIS LOVE FOR THE GREATEST POP GROUP OF THEIR TIME ALONE. ]
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It's not my fault you like to sing about Disco Girls while whacking your dirty laundry with a golf club.
[Yeah, their expression is way to innocent to be in any way genuine.]
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I was cleaning. [Sort of.] And you're a jerk.
[Why is this his life why does everyone shame him for his love of TOP 40 hits. IT'S A GOOD SONG.]
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Apparently it doesn't matter what dimension you land up in, nobody will ever appreciate music that gets popular for a reason.
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Ha! I'll bet the only thing it means is that it's gettin' under your skin!
[It's affectionate teasing though - if anyone can figure out these dumb puzzles, it's Dipper and uh. ...Dipper. Boy, this'll get confusing fast.]
So, what, does this make you two and your sister triplets now? 'Cause I'm not sure I can handle that.
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—Oh! Grunkle Stan!
[ The Puzzle from Hell™ goes forgotten for the moment (and maybe just for the moment). ]
... Triplets probably isn't correct, anyway—technically, we are the same person...
[ Universe specific details aside. ]
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[Except the swearing. But hey, they're also the sum of their respective experiences, and those have branched into different paths.]
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[He laughs a little, like they weren't horrifying monstrous discoveries.]
You two get a load of them yet? They got turned into goblins or somethin'!
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[ Dipper's nose wrinkles. ]
Uh—no, Great Uncle Ford was normal enough when I met him here. [ Well, that one was. ] ... Do you mean, like, literal goblins?
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Is that really different from normal, Grunkle Stan?