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[Very astute, that is exactly the case. Mason would 100% wait before he sees Stanley eating before he even thought about doing the same. He has just always been like that! Mabel can sometimes wrangle him, but guess who isn't here!]

[He lets Stanley run off, though, more curious to see what he's up to. While he can't really hear the bartender, he does know the way Stanley communicates with his hands and he watches to see if he's actually able to order. If not and the bartender gets weird about it, he's prepared to stand up and settle things, but he's glad to see he doesn't have to.]

[Oh, yeah, he does also peek in the book. Not for very long, because he doesn't want to get caught, but he does flip through to see what he's been up to. Always so hardworking...]

[He closes it when Stanley starts to head back, sitting up with a smile.]

Looks like Stanley-Sign is universal after all.

[teasing aside, he will take a piece of bread and start to eat.]

[Damn holy SHIT this tastes good. Is this what warm, fresh fucking food is like? It's been so long.]

[Stanley swells with pride and grins, taking that as a huge compliment. He's never learned to actually sign (never needed to - his family gets what he means, and they would have had to learn it anyway, so why not just make up movements they all understand?) but so far he's only run into a few situations he couldn't gesture his way out of. It helps that the locals don't hate them for stupid reasons and that he won't get chased out of a store if he waves his hands in a way someone doesn't like.

After he sees Mason's reaction to the bread he has to try it himself and-- holy mackerel that is the best goddamn thing he's put in his mouth in a long time. It's warm and fluffy and even if there wasn't more coming this would feel like enough. It's already more than they had to go around, some days.

Despite the religious bread experience, there's still a part of Stanley on alert under the surface. Fortunately, all that means for now is that when he sees the bartender head back to the kitchen out of the corner of his eye he pays attention and waits for him to come back out. ...And he comes back out with a large clay pot with steam coming out the top and Stanley quickly gestures to Mason look look that's gotta be it!

Sure enough, it's delivered to their table and the bartender lifts the cover to reveal a thick stew made with meat and vegetables and warm spices, a meal unlike anything either of them have seen in the last several years. It's just one pot to share between the two of them, but it feels luxurious somehow.

The bartender briefly explains how it's eaten, using the bread to scoop it, and then heads back behind the bar and leaves them be. Stanley is still staring in awe for a moment after the guy leaves.

Wow. They really DID die, huh.]

[He's in fucking awe, honestly. He hasn't seen food this good in like....ever?? EVER?? It smells incredible, it's hot, even from here, and it's theirs? No one is going to try and take it from them?? Probably?]

Holy Paul Bunyan, Stanley.

[Ah, but, if they linger it will get cold. Or maybe something will come and ruin this for them. He reaches forward with his bread to try a bite, scooping up some of the meat and vegetables and just slamming it into his mouth.]

[It's very hot. He has some regrets but also not really. It tastes really good.]

[When Mason goes in for a bite, Stanley instinctively looks around them. It's a hard habit to shake when he and his loved ones have gone hungry before. But, there's no need to double or triple check for danger. There's none - it's just a regular tavern, slowly gaining more customers for dinner.

So he gives in and tries some himself, scooping a little bit of everything with his bread and going for it. And honestly? He can't remember the last time he ate something this good. He's not sure he's ever eaten anything this good. If he has it was two lifetimes ago, before everything went to shit the first time.

It's so good his voice slips out around the bite.]

^HolY--!

[His eyes are even watering a little and not from the heat. Before anyone can comment on it though, he aggressively blinks them back and goes in for more. They might be cagey and overly cautious, and exhausted and half-starved, but they're having their first real meal in who knows how long?]

[If anything was going to bring them to tears after everything they went through, why not it be something like this? A bright spot in an otherwise uncertain future. They have no idea what they're doing now, what kind of path might be ahead of them, but at least they have a warm meal, and a potential place to sleep later. That's already so much more than they've had for eons.]

[It's the little things, you know?]

[Like Stanley letting a word slip. Yeah, maybe they don't know what's going to happen from here on out, but for this alone, Mason thinks maybe they'll be okay.]

[About a week has passed, and with the weird threat of their current reality unraveling before them without warning seemingly passed without concern, Mason has started to feel like maybe they can start to settle in. Make this place into some kind of home for now. Somewhere comfortable so they can wait for their missing other halves and continue learning more about this place.]

[There are some dangers here, still, which goes without saying. There's strange creature and monsters that exist on the outskirts of civilization. They occasionally deal with a threat, and of course resources are scarce, but it's still so much nicer than what Mason and Stanley have lived through all this time, and their skills honed in living the way they used to have been a boon to this place time and again.]

[Stanley has been busy as can be with the commissions board while Mason explores and scavenges out on expeditions. Their little shipping bin has started to become something like a home and on one day, Mason comes home in something of a tizzy.]

[He drops ...a bunch of books, papers, and writing instruments down on their makeshift desk (a few crates and an old sign.)]

Stanley, I found it.

[??????]

[Stanley's been keeping busy - settling into their lives isn't so much "settling" as it is finding about ten million little things he could be doing and trying to do too many of them at once because he's forgotten what it's like to function without being all stress all the time. Taking commission jobs has been perfect for him. If gives him a chance to learn more about the immediate area and how easy or hard it is to get various resources, and there's a lot less ways to die on the regular. Plus the shipping bin is great and all, but it's still a shipping bin. It gets hot in the heat and cold at night, and aside from a creaky bunk bed and the world's smallest kitchen area, there wasn't a whole lot when they got there. This way puts Stan in town a lot and figuring out the best way to rig things, make connections, and scam people into helping the poor mute kid out.

He's never really had to think about a lot of this before, aside from the basics. Before he got to Deerington he was living out of his car, and before that his parents dealt with all the house stuff. In Deerington itself they were lucky if they had any kind of a roof over their head, much less a permanent one. Sure, he can change a lightbulb, but there's no lightbulbs here to change, so now he has to learn the rest and make himself useful. They've had to figure out what they need from scratch, and Stanley's been keeping a running list in his journal. Top of the list right now is BETTER INSULATION, circled and underlined, but there are other things. A better way to store food is high priority too, and a bigger stockpile of shelf-stable things in case shit hits the fan again. Shit could always hit the fan again, at any time - something Stanley's nerves are still gripping onto.

In just a week he's already made a decent amount of coin (or bottlecaps, rather). Nowhere near a fortune, but enough that so far they haven't had to struggle getting their most basic needs met. Commissions are always going up though, from very normal manual labor things to weird tasks like cutting down a bunch of smelly plant monsters for their...milk? They have milk?? Stanley doesn't get it, but it got him his first ever Orange Fanta Cap this morning, so it's fine - even if he hasn't been able to get the smell of jasmine and rose out of his skin since then.

He was actually about to leave again after trying to scrub the smell out of his clothes (to only mixed success) in the hopes that maybe there was already something new up that he could do and maximize his earnings for the day. Before he can though, Mason comes back with about half a library in his arms, and Stanley rushes over to check it out as soon as he sets it down. It's Mason, so it's obviously important.

Stanley doesn't have to ask or even gesture really because the question is already all over his face. Found what? What is all this?]

[Yes, okay, good, so Mason has like, sort of a manic expression. It's definitely not bad, he looks excited, but in a really harried kind of way. It's probably an unusual expression for him!! But he grins and drags out a piece of paper, a really big one and tacks it on their wall. It looks like a hand drawn map of their town and a lot of the surrounding desert.]

Okay, so, get this- the SEAMEN organization has been hunting for some holy grail of resources that they suspected was somewhere underground but impossible to actually get to because it's solid steel under the desert, right? Right.

[He starts drawing circles around outpost spots. Places where successful expeditions have gone.]

Here, here, here, and here are all points that seem like entry points that lead to some tunnels, and they follow this way...

[He's drawing more lines as they all seem to ...converge.]

So I started to look at the map and it occurred to me that the tunnel system they've been talking about- I know what it actually is. You do too! Stanley, what does this look like?

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[When Dipper mentions the organization, for just a split second, Stanley is an ordinary teenager biting his bottom lip and trying not to laugh. Pfft. SEAMEN. It's always gonna be a little funny.

He's back to listening as best as he can after that, because Mason is going pretty fast and assuming he can follow. And to his credit, he kind of is, but there's something about that last question that makes him bristle nervously as though this is some kind of pop quiz that he could fail somehow.

But...it does make sense that the lines all connect together. After hesitating for a second, Stanley grabs his journal and locks in his guess to show Mason.]

SUBWAY RIGHT?

[Except he can't handle that his guess might be a bad guess, so he tacks on a second, less serious answer - you know, just in case he's wrong so he can play it off like he was joking.]

OR A SEWER.

[He's drawn stink lines coming off of the word "SEWER". Gross!]

[Mason waits for Stanley to reply and when he sees he got the answer his face breaks out into the widest grin. He smacks his hand on the map!!]

A subway!! It's a subway!! But the people here have no idea what subways are or what they were used for so it's all lost history!

[He turns back to the map and draws a big line down the center and as it goes further away from the town he draws a big circle.]

I found the main line, and this holy grail of resources has to be a grand central station! Can you imagine what we could scavenge from that?

[Woah. He was right on the first try!

This immediately puts Stanley at ease, and lets him finally match Mason's excitement a little. He grins big and wide, and then starts scribbling again, so focused that his tongue sticks out in a little blep of concentration. It's been a really long time since he's been on a subway. What's in a grand central station again...?]

NEWSSTANDS HAVE BOTTLE CAPS!!!
AND SOUVENIRS TO SELL HERE FOR MORE CAPS!!!
EASY SCRAP METAL TOO
MAYBE FREE TOOLS?
BET THERE'S REAL FIRST AID KITS SOMEWHERE
SPINNY ABC LETTERS FROM THE SIGNS??
OH WINDSHIELD GLASS! FROM THE TRAINS YOU KNOW THE KIND
(WE'D BE TRAIN ROBBERS!!!!)
THERE'S GOTTA BE SO MUCH SHIT DOWN THERE!!!!
Y'KNOW IF NO ONE'S PICKED IT CLEAN YET

[This list is already like, the whole page.]

[It's because Stanley is smart and Mason knew this!!]

[Anyway, Mason comes over to see what he's scribbling, nodding as he starts listing everything off.]

They will be so much scrap for us to pick apart. If any of the shops are intact we can get a hold of tons of old clothing and fabric. There might also be books and maps of the old civilization!

[Nerd...]

[Anyway, he pulls out some of his papers and writing material.]

There's a tunnel I want to scout out, to see if it will lead us into the mainline. I haven't brought this up with the rest of the organization because I want to be sure I'm right first, but, it would be pretty dangerous to go alone...

[He probably doesn't have to ask, but well, he'd like him to feel included.]

[Mason doesn't have to ask, but Stanley still excitedly points to himself as if to confirm what's unspoken here. Of course he nods, and then signs something he hasn't had to since Deerington - a jerked thumb backward that turns into a sharp point up at the ceiling. Back-up. Obviously Mason needs his trusty back-up!

Plus, going ahead of the organization is a good idea anyway. It means they get first dibs on whatever treasures they find!]

WHEN?

[It's just a simple one-word question, but Stanley holds the journal out in front of him like a shield and grins WIDE behind it - the look of a boy who would happily follow Mason basically anywhere, any time. Though, Mason might find it familiar for a different reason.]

[Ah. That nostalgia hits him like a brick. He smiles, but there is something else behind it. Something that Stanley has probably seen before- the kind of look Mason gets when he is remembering something from a lifetime ago. It happens every so often around the Stans.]

[But. that passes quickly. They have an adventure top plot!!]

Let's leave in two days at the crack of dawn. We can gather up supplies and I can double check my coordinates.

[Has Stanley ever seen Mason look this just, purely excited? Probably not, honestly. It's been happening a lot more often in this place.]

[He really hasn't - there was never a lot to be excited about back in Deerington, and it still feels almost like a novelty here. He feels it, but something still whispers that he shouldn't get used to it, that the rug could get pulled out from under them at any time.

Still, Stanley's pretty damn excited himself. He nods!]

ENOUGH TIME FOR A COUPLE MORE JOBS TO GET GOOD SUPPLIES!

[That makes him remember his own exciting news though, and he gets up all of a sudden, abandoning the journal to cross the room and rummage in one of their money jars. When he returns he has just one bottle cap, but it's a different color than the ones he usually earns - a bright orange.

He holds it up proudly for Mason to see, and then sets it down on the journal and draws an arrow to it.]

GOT THIS FOR MILKING A WEIRD PLANT TODAY!!!
GUY SAID IT'S WORTH 10 STRAWBERRY CAPS!
$$$$$$$$$$

[Yes, writing out every single dollar sign was 100% necessary. Stanley is very proud of himself; let him have this.]

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