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entrancelogs2016-09-07 07:37 pm
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.]