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Mabel, please. This is serious.

[He’s notably not refuting anything she’s said.]

[YEAH, SEE. Mabel finishes her chortling and wipes a fake tear of mirth from her eye before she settles down.]

Okay, okay. What happened next?

[He almost doesn't want to say.]

[He sighs.]

He uh. He heard an entire paranoid ramble from inside my head.

[Just gonna brace himself for this one.]

Hahaha, called it.

[What was Dipper really expecting out of this conversation, though.]

[To not be put on blast by his twin sister, obviously. It is his own fault, really.]

Anyway, the point is, I definitely heard him first so it stands to reason that it might have been initiated from my end.

[And even if not, it's pretty weird that Oscar was able to talk back to him. Oscar has magic, but he's never said anything about telepathy that isn't between him and Ozpin. Anyway.]

I'm not sure what to make of it, exactly, but we also know that ...the thing I saw back at the house party-fire turned out to be the Pthumerian Ocean.

[Oh.

That does give Mabel pause and she frowns a little into her sundae.]

So, you really were getting psychic back then, after all? [That's...mostly reassuring, in that it affirms that they were always meant to come here after the dream and that's what Mabel wants, but. What if they hadn't wanted that? Hm. Also:] How come I haven't had anything weird happen?

[Being a squid is not weird, apparently, which should surprise no one who has known Mabel longer than thirty seconds.]

[He sees that frown but its met with one of his own as he runs a hand through his hair. While allure of Twin ESP was one they both kind of longed for for years it does bring up some things Dipper is having to think about now.]

[The idea of him having psychic powers feels like some kind of joke. He’s only ever been a pretty cut-and-dry normal human. Sure he could use some minor magic from home but that was all. What is he supposed to make of this notion of getting visions and stuff? It feels kind of …heavy to think about.]

I think so… at least. I’m not sure what else it could be.

[He looks up at her at her question.]

I don’t know, but that’s why I want to try it again. Maybe something needs to trigger it, or you haven’t found out how to do it yet. I think some weird stuff is happening to all of us.

[Mabel considers this, compares it to various media she enjoys, and decides it checks out.]

Right! Plenty of magical girls and superheroes have to have accidents or find magic cats first! I've still got plenty of time.

[She is still kind of burned by not getting her letter to magic school when she turned eleven if we are being honest but to be fair those powers would have come with grades, and Mabel is not sorry to be done with those forever. Probably missing magic school is for the best.]

Right.

[It made no sense to him that he would end up with weird powers and she wouldn’t anyway so obviously, they needed to just keep trying.]

Let’s try the way we did back at the party, and then if we can’t get it to work, we just have to make a list of ways super powers awaken and try them all!

[A pause, and then-]

And also we should look at your blood.

[Top of the list will be hunting down a magical cat, for obvious reaso -- wait.]

...wwwwwwwwwwhy?

For scientific reasons.

[Dipper sure does just say stuff since Grunkle Ford started normalizing his everything, huh.]

Hang on, I stepped on a crab earlier.

[She hikes a leg up so she can grab her foot. Is it time to play WHAT'S UNDER MABEL'S BANDAGE???]

Sweet!

[Pause.]

It wasn’t like, a murderous crab or anything right?

Huh? I don't think so. It was a real jerk, though, so I threw it in the ocean.

[It is entirely possible Mabel did in fact run into a murderous cave crab. We will never know, because she hallucinates on the regular as it is and something like that just doesn't cross her radar as anything worth making note of until it's accompanied by actively getting super sick, which did not happen here.

Also something that happens on the regular is Mabel's tendency for small bleeding injuries which she forgets about almost immediately. Our saving grace here is that Mabel has been very thoroughly trained to be afraid of things like tetanus, so given the location of this one she at least paused to get a bandage from a Waker before she went around getting sand and stuff all in the cut, even if having her leg get infected and fall off would just mean getting a cool prosthetic, preferably with a jet powered pogo stick in it. She unwraps the bandage now, and bothers to look at what's actually going on with her foot for the first time.]

-- woooooah! Look at that! It's green! Oh man, Dipper, do I have squid blood? Maybe I'm gonna have squid powers!

[No one wants Mabel to have whatever Mabel thinks squid powers are so fortunately she is wrong.]

[Dipper sputters brilliantly for a moment, because he had hoped that Mabel's blood was glowing and matching his own. He was not prepared for her to give him an answer that was completely different.]

Wait, wait, it's green!? Seriously!? Let me see!

[He gets up to totally get a closer look.]

If you get squid powers I'm moving into my own room.

[He wants no part of what Mabel might think Squid Powers are, 100%.]

Yeah, you should be afraid of my squid powers.

[Helpfully, she holds her foot up with both hands, so Dipper can better see her oozing wound. Her leg doesn't actually bend that way so she has to tilt over somewhat but they are both used to this kind of thing.]

See? It's totally green. Gross!

You poke me with weird stuff while I sleep enough as it is.

[He does not want to wake up to squid tentacles.]

[Anyway he's all but climbing onto the table to get a closer look at her food.]

Hold still, I'm going to take a sample.

[Which is a totally normal Dipper thing to be said. He riffles in his bag for ...huh. Looks like it might have been an empty salt shaker he stole off a table somewhere near the hotdog stands. Anyway he is going to collect some of that if she doesn't move first.]

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...you know this is weird even for you, right?

[Mabel is not much better and is totally sitting here letting him do it, but like. Bruh.]

Please, "weird" stopped sounding like a real word to me the moment we crawled out of the ocean without bones.

[Easy...easy...and there! One green sister!sample. There's a pause and-]

[He sniffs the bottle with an expression that is both baffled, curious, and alarmed.]

Huh. It smells like flowers.

[Mabel stares at the vial.

Mabel stares, contemplative, at her own foot, which she is still holding.

Mabel picks her foot up higher so that she can sniff it, and in doing so, goes toppling backward entirely.]

Aaah!

[It's true, crawling out of the ocean without bones has changed approximately nothing. Except their blood, apparently.]

[There she goes. Dipper was impressed she'd managed the position as long as she did, though. A true feat of sister balance.]

[Dipper caps the vial and sets it down and then climbs off the table to go make sure she's actually okay.]

Do you need another band-aid?

[Have a hand.]

Yes, please.

[Totally unaffected by her fall as usual, Mabel accepts her brother's hand, carefully standing on her uninjured foot and holding the other up in an attempt to keep it clean.]

Are you getting samples from everybody?

[So, it certainly says something that Dipper has had such a day that he has come to possess something like bandages in his welcome bag. It's directly related to the sample collecting. It's also why he has a knife now. Where did he get the knife? Who knows!]

I'm gonna try. It seems too important not to study. I'll show you mine in a second.

[He will just get to work on her foot while she has it up. That way she doesn't just topple back again. Once that is done, he will get back to the table and set an empty bottle next to Mabel's sample. It's probably the matching empty pepper shaker.]

[Out comes the knife and he makes a small cut on his finger. Boy it sure is glowing, which catches Dipper off guard.]

I knew it!

[Why does brobro get a knife? Mabel wants a knife. She's gonna find one.]

-- woah! Yours glows?

[There are probably a lot of meaningful implications of this but Mabel latches onto one in particular.]

That's so weird! It's us, so how come you got the pink glowy stuff but mine is all green and smells funny?

[Look, if you had to assign a weird blood type to a teenaged boy who only recently came around to how often he needs to shower --]

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cw: irreverent muttering about infections and losing limbs

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