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HA! I wish! Nah, I'm just your usual guy-who's-been-obsessed-with-space-since-he-was-five. Meanwhile, you're trying to do...

[Danny mimics the weird hand gesture Dipper just did, and with startling accuracy. If there's a faint green glow trailing off his hand in the process, no there isn't.]

...magic, or something? Seriously, Dipper, go take a nap. I'll hide all the red bulls if I have to.

[Maybe if he can get Dipper to sleep, he can convince him it was a dream later. That threat isn't empty either - it's already become apparent that Danny is insanely good at hiding things. Mostly because he just phases them into the middle of the wall, but hey, it works!]

[He takes another loud sip just to be petty but he will slide that can back into the fridge. He sees what's happening here. Danny is both messing with him but also trying to cover his ass? Which is it actually? Augh, okay he is actually pretty tired for once.]

[He'll play along for now. He can play the long game, don't worry. He narrows his eyes before suddenly he yawns.]

...Fine. Fine, I'll concede for now, but only because the paper isn't due until next week.

[He waves a hand, dismissively.]

If I don't wake up until tomorrow night, don't worry, I'm probably not dead.

No worries, I'd know if you were!

[Danny turns back to his textbook, waving goodbye briefly.

Hmmm. Actually, this is kind of fun. He really, really shouldn't reveal his powers at college, but... he also didn't expect Dipper to be this invested. So, maybe the question now is... how far can he push it and to what degree will Dipper think he's seeing things versus actually suspecting him?

He waits until he's pretty sure he's just in Dipper's peripheral vision - and then abruptly turns invisible.]

[What the fuck.]

[Okay, yeah, maybe he really should get some sleep. He knows he didn't hallucenate that whole conversation. Something fucking nuts was going on but he really is too tired to address it right now.]

[You win this time Fenton, but mark his words. Af-]

[THWACK, Dipper slams his entire face into his bedroom door frame.]

I'm okay!

[Yeah, he just. Just slips into his room as quietly as possible. That didn't happen. Good fucking night (its 2 pm).]

[It's really too bad that Dipper didn't pay enough attention to notice that even though Danny is invisible, he's still making a dent on the couch cushion.

Oh, and a faintly echoing cackle might drift through the dorm, because there's no way he can help laughing at that.]

[Dipper goes to sleep, and as he warned, he is out for sometime after taking his meds. The sleep itself is nothing to write home about. The same muffled dark nightmares that he just barely can’t recall now thanks to his medication. Not great but much better than the active night terrors he used to get.]

[when he comes around he thinks about that interaction with his roomate. He’s not stupid, he is pretty damn certain that wasn’t a dream or hallucination, since he went through the steps to test that while they were talking. Danny seems to have no plans of explaining and was going so far to mess with him over it.]

[To Dipper, that was a challenge.]

[After doing some research on Danny’s name, comes away with some interesting leads and thinks back to what he saw.]

[Okay, two could play that game.]

[Dipper finally emerges from his room a full 18 hours later to riffle through the fridge.]

[Well, what do you know - all the redbulls are gone.

Danny's not still out here, this time. In the time it's taken Dipper to reemerge, he's gone to a few classes - most of his are scheduled later in the day or at night - come back, ate something, chatted with Sam and Tucker, worked on an assignment, showered, and gone to bed himself.

Oh, and hidden all the energy drinks in the walls. That too. Don't worry, he put ghost ice around them so they'll still be cold when he eventually puts them back! Although Dipper might wonder why parts of the walls feel weirdly cold now.]

[...]

[Right so, he is pretty sure no court would convict him if he found a way to kill his roomate. Stan would help him hide the body, he's pretty sure.]

[Ugh, okay, fine, he'll go to the coffee pot and make coffee. Or- well. He will in a sec. Is there Danny's weird ecto-capri suns still in the fridge? Because if so he sure wants to look at them.]

[There sure are! The lockbox is on a different shelf than Dipper last saw - between drink pranks and dinner, Danny has recently used one. Alas, he has not forgotten to relock it. Although... it's not weird Fenton tech or anything, it's a pretty simple lockbox. Probably not too hard to open if you were really determined, or knew how to pick simple locks.

Alternately, Danny is really, really bad about leaving dishes in his room, and since he hasn't appeared yet, he's probably fast asleep. Seeing if he left the used packet out or anything might be an avenue of investigation as well.]

[Not only can Dipper pop the lock on that thing, but he will. It's only fair after Danny hid his redbulls, he thinks. He pulls apart a paperclip and gets to work. Having an uncle like Stan really comes in handy for crime, you know.]

[Provided nothing goes awry there, he will snatch one of those and squirrel it away in his room to do some analysis on it.]

[Yeah, no problem, it's very easy to pick. Dipper has obtained one(1) silver foil packet of some kind of mysterious ooze!

...and Danny is none the wiser. Well, he's asleep, and even if he knows Dipper suspects something's up, he thinks the guy is cool. He's not, you know, expecting him to steal some of the stuff that Danny claims are important meds.

Either way, it's going to be very obvious very quickly that something is fucky with said "meds." There probably aren't any real medications that glow neon green, for example. Hell, Dipper's raised the dead and talked to ghosts before - he might even recognize ectoplasm, even if he hasn't seen it in a purified state before. Or if he didn't know it's possible to treat certain metals to contain it, like this foil packet.]

[Look, he's going to be careful about this. He's a(n occult) scientist. He doesn't want to break the seal initially so if there's a way to get a little sample without doing so, he will. However, if not, he might actually hunt down a used one instead. Clearly it's not a hazmat situation if Danny just leaves them around afterwards.]

[But yeah, he can tell it's ectoplasm pretty quick. Not only has he raised the dead and talked to ghosts, he's done many exorcisms in the last several years, which is why his minor is in production to begin with.]

[So floating, turning invisible, and eating ectoplasm. It all points to a very strange ghostly existance. which is ...pretty weird! Because Danny is clearly not Full Ghost. He goes to school. He's solid! Most of the time. It all gets more and more curious.]

[So, Dipper decides to test something. He's going to play a little prank on his roomate.]

[He's going to set up a spirit containment circle in the kitchen and see if it contains him. Nothing dangerous, something that, if it works, will make him hit invisible glass like a drunk mime.]

[It's a clever idea, especially because Danny is not a morning person. Or a just woke up person, regardless of time of day. He has a habit of dragging himself through the kitchen like a zombie before he gets food and caffeine in him, and the next morning/day is no exception.

Save, of course, that as he attempts to approach the fridge he runs smack into some kind of invisible barrier. He stumbles backwards a step or two, blinks several times, and tries again. Whap. Nope. Danny feels around in front of him as he pulls back once more, hands finding solid resistance in thin air.]

...Bwuh?

[Yeah that's about as far as his brain is getting right now.]

Oh, hey man.

[Dipper looks up from whatever book he's reading and doing work out of to give Danny a ...smile. It seems pleasant but there is something deeply unhinged about it. Like he just proved the existence of big foot and the nay-sayer is in front of him and also the bigfoot.]

Don't mind that, just put down an anti-spirit barrier since it seemed like we were having a weird ghost problem earlier. Did you need to get into the kitchen?

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[Danny stares at Dipper for a moment, then squints at the kitchen floor. Oh, okay, he can see the chalk nonsense now. Are those electric candles?

Did his extreme math nerd roommate set up an occult barrier better than most actual cultists he's seen?]

Uh... yeah? Kinda? What the hell, dude?

[Actual flame candles are against Dorm policy, so you make due with what you have, man.]

Anyway, Dipper sees they're still playing this weird little game so after looking particularly smug, he shrugs and gets up, walking over to the barrier. He pulls out some chalk from his coat pocket that looks ...weirdly shiny for chalk. He rubs out one of the symbols that looks hard to make out and redraws something else.]

[It flashes blue for a moment and then Dipper gives him that smile again.]

There you go. It should let you in now probably.

[It won't. It's gonna give him a light zap.]

Where are my redbulls, Fenton. Why are the walls sweating, Fenton.

[Yeah, Danny isn't sure he trusts that at all, so when Dipper does... whatever to his little setup, he pokes a finger at the air in front of him, receiving what kind of feels like a static electricity shock. At which point he just shoots Dipper the flattest look.]

Gee, I dunno, sounds like you might have already figured out where they are. So what do you need my help for, exactly?

[Which Danny says with a smirk as he crosses his arms, because he knows Dipper isn't getting those things un-phased out of the wall on his own.]

And can we maybe do this after breakfast?

[He could, but they would lose their security deposit.]

[Dipper watches him for a very long, unnerving moment. He then takes his foot and scrapes it across a specific symbol on the outside of the barrier. The on/off switch if you will. The whole thing glows again but then crackles like it's dying.]

After breakfast, and then we're going to have a little roomate talk.

[He....also. Hasn't eaten. Cough.]

Thank you.

[They'd probably also lose that deposit if Danny had had to break the barrier himself. Overloading it is a lot messier than Dipper just knowing what marking to scratch out, after all.

Also, he's groggy and starving. Danny wastes no time digging out some cereal and getting coffee started, and this time he doesn't bother being at all discreet about retrieving one of his ecto packs and just squirting the whole thing into his own coffee mug. Yep, coffee's glowing very faintly now as he takes an extremely long drink of it.]

Whoof, that's better. So, "weird ghost problem," huh?

[He's pouring his milk into the bowl first.]

[Dipper just shotguns some black coffee and fishes out a protein bar from the cabinet. Danny is blase about it, so Dipper isn't going to be discrete about watching, either.]

Yeah.

[Why the fuck are you pouring the milk in first you absolute walnut.]

Disappearing redbulls, floating objects, a guy just disappearing while sitting on the couch. A Category 6 ghost problem if I had to guess.

[Dipper reaches into his coat and pulls out ...a business card? Anyway it says "Dipper Pines - Freelance Paranormal Consultations"]

Why do you have to eat ectoplasm.

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