[ Sorry, Dipper, he's not responding back because he's on the move.
He's hunting down the squidboy. Sure he knows where he's at thanks to the comment. But where's the fun in just knocking?
So Dipper might hear a thud on the roof of his place, and the telltale sound of padded claws click clicking as Beat tries to find a way in. Windows boarded up, but maybe a chimney he can drop into.
... He might ruin the surprise though by passing and speaking loud enough to be heard: ]
Yo, is it the three lil' pigs who had the house the wolf blew down?
[So the thing about the house this cabin was modeled after is it probably has more than one fire place, because it's a funhouse of a log cabin whose layout and blue prints leaves Kei awake at night contemplating her life choices.]
[The sound of something handing on their roof is something Dipper can hear clearly, because his room is up in the attic more or less. He jolts out of his chair, reaching for his gun when-]
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Yeah, man. You got it.
[Anyway, rather than a gun, Dipper hits the switch and converts it to it's polearm form and peers into the fireplace opening. He slides it up into the chimney stack and hits another button, causing the blades at the tip to recede.]
Hang on just a second, I'm going to pop off the boarding on the chimney so you can come down. Stand back by like, five feet.
[That's the only warning Beat gets before a chunk of wood is blasted out of the chimney by a point blank shotgun blast.]
[Maybe. Maybe he should not have done that. Dipper runs down the stairs pretty quick to try and make sure he's okay only for Beat to knock on the door right as he gets there. He takes a second or two to undo all the paranoia locks and force open the door.]
Oh my god, I'm sorry, are you okay? The roof's slope is really steep, I should have accounted for that-
[They're not avoiding him day one, but obviously they spend most of the day checking on their friends and it makes sense to give him space to properly reunite with his own family and friends... but Loop is currently crashing in their house, so. At some point he comes downstairs and they are simply Here, Existing, rolling a silver coin across their knuckles.
Despite not doing anything wrong (they're allowed to be here?? they asked???) they freeze in place like they are, staring awkwardly.
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Welp, slipping back into old habits—] Welcome back, Ghostbuster! How can I help you on this wonderful new day?
[Dipper knew Loop was here! Stan brought it up a while back and Dipper had shrugged it off because, this isn't anything new really. Their house had always had people coming and going back in Trench, and at the Shack back in Gravity Falls, Wendy, Soos, and Mabel's friends were always around like they lived there. That's just how it was. It felt more alive the more people were there.]
[So he'd shrugged and said, "oh sure" when Stan told him Loop was probably crashing for a bit. This isn't any different then finding Glitch eating out of their fridge at 3 am.]
Oh, hey Loop!
[It seems he caught them off guard, though. Oops. Time to be casual or something. He walks over to the bookshelf, replacing an old one and taking out a new one.]
Just grabbing a new book. [Ghostbuster, huh?] Grunkle Stan said you've been staying with us. What about you? Anything I can help with?
Oh, hah! Not really. [They do seem to relax a little, once the initial greetings have been exchanged. They go back to rolling their coin around idly. Something to do with their hands, for the nerves.]
Sorry, I didn't really get a chance to say hello before... but hey, you made it! You had a lot of people worried, you know. Even Timekeeper had a scary look when she found out! I don't think I've ever seen her that mad before, and believe me, I've tried~
Try to time your detective skills a little better next time, okay? [like not when you're in the room with an evil copy, maybe.]
[Ah. Hearing that is a little sobering. He doesn't look upset to here that, but there's a somber edge to his smile when Loop talks.]
[Yeah. It really had been a brick to the face to find out how many people had been upset about his death like that. Maybe that shouldn't come as such a surprise, but Dipper, who used to be the only kid in class who got zero Valentines, is always deeply humbled by the mere concept of making friends.]
[He flips the book open just to have something to do with his hands. He's similarly fidgety.]
Yeah. I heard that um. That Timekeeper was the one that took out that particular double. I've got some baked goods with her name on it.
[And of course, the mild call out.]
Noted. I can pretty safely say I made a mess out of that one. Grunkle Stan said you had it figured out pretty fast so, thanks for helping out my family.
[ Mizuki’s been fairly busy, what with the whole getting the magic protection circle going and the Seaborn who seem to want to wiggle out of the river and trying to break into the Garden — lots of stuff. Not a ton of time for everyone’s mental health, which… doesn’t seem to be great. Especially what with these dreams people are talking about on the network??? Yyyyeah, no, he has to check up on his little guy.
It does take him a little bit to figure out where he’s crashing now, but, well… hey, this house is unfamiliar and very Pines (haha) smelling. So! Knock knock!! ]
[Last night sure went a kind of way, but as of Mizuki coming to see him, he's come home and he and Stan have ...sssort of patched things up. It's hard to say. Things feel kind of delicate right now and Dipper isn't sure what to do about it.]
[Getting the knock on the door is a good distraction, though, so he puts down whatever book he's reading and answers.]
...Oh. Hey, man. I uh.
[...He hasn't seen Mizuki around much has he? He must have been busy. He is glad to see him, though. Despite the sort of ...tired look he had when he answered, he does perk up upon seeing him.]
[ Mizuki doesn't reply immediately. But only because Dipper is getting the tightest hug. And a twirl. Don't forget that. He pulls away after a moment to start signing. ]
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The good dreams from last month have gone. That doesn't necessarily mean Dipper is safe from another. He finds himself revisiting a familiar dream—a dream reminiscent of the one shared at the beginning of the month. Being underwater. Hearing songs. Feeling others around.
Yet this time, the dream feels different. Instead of tranquility, there’s an overwhelming sense of falling despite being underwater — plummeting deeper and deeper into the abyss. Falling down, down, down... Massive tentacles writhe around him, encircling him in an endless descent. The once-soothing songs now sound frantic, muffled by the rush of water, as if they are desperately trying to reach him.
[Dipper is no stranger to dreams of the ocean. His ties to a particular eldritch ocean back in Trench are still strong within him, and his patron, Mariana the Pthumerian of chaos and the sea, had always been someone he felt close to.]
Plummeting into the depths is not immediately a reason for concern. It’s comforting almost, until the sounds of singing turns frantic. As the black mass of writhing tentacles reaches for him, he simply reaches back out.]
There's no vocal response, but Dipper will continue to fall until he reaches a bottom. Or... a "bottom" in terms of whatever this place is. He can see corpses of dead Seaborn that glow a bioluminescent blue in their passing. Yet, the singing is still going, even here, even amidst the corpses.
Once Dipper's eyes adjust to the darkness, he'll be able to see more than just the Seaborn, but corpses of Terrans - humans, most with either bird-like or fish-like features, and crumpled buildings. Then, all at once, the singing ceases, and Dipper hears a voice. It's voice is deep and breathy and seems to be underlying with the sounds of a raging ocean and the sounds of an old creaking ship.
So the thing is, Ford left the compass with Stan. He did that for a good reason, and it's a decision he doesn't regret.
However, it's not until he's halfway to the inn that he realizes that tracking down Dipper's precise location is going to be a lot harder without it. Not impossible, of course, but he does feel a little strange wandering around the inn with Dipper's coat and hat (though not an actual change of clothes) bundled up in one arm.
There is, at least, an obvious starting point. So Ford knocks on the door of Dipper's dark room and hopes that he's actually in there.
That's a fair place to start, but what Ford probably hasn't put together is that Dipper stormed out of the house without much to take with him, that included his room key for the dark room. Ford will get no response at the door.
However, as he comes back down, he will find Dipper sleeping on one of the couches near the lobby's fireplace. There's probably a book laying around somewhere near him and he is, as Stan said, just kind of dressed in his PJs.
[ Oscar had left the conversation with Dipper thinking that he just needed to get some space. Put a little bit of distance between himself and the extreme weirdness of a complete stranger knowing things that he absolutely shouldn't. Which might be a little unfair. Oscar has been a complete stranger knowing things he shouldn't more than once. But regardless of how unfair it is, the point remains: he's weirded out.
So he leaves, and manages to wander right into something even worse. The wake of the horrifying tree-based visions he's outright desperate to get back inside the clinic as fast as he can, and thinks he might be happy to never see a tree again. He opts to busy himself with whatever tasks need to be handled. Restocking supply closets, sweeping the floors, sorting pens, scrubbing the baseboards—and it's around the time he starts that last task that he finally realizes he's missing a glove.
It's not hard to figure out where it must have gone. Not quite two hours after Oscar left there will come a soft knock on Dipper's clinic room door. Whether he gets a verbal response or not, Oscar will ease open the door and peer inside. ]
[Yeah, the entire thing had been an unmitigated disaster, really. Though, in his defense the snake situation really sent things out of hand. He might have had a handle on the lie if not for the whole hallucination thing.]
[Frankly they're lucky it didn't leak into the real world with his powers.]
[Either way, Dipper is not much of a sleeper, even when he feels terrible, so rather than resting properly like he should, he's sitting up in bed, writing in his journal. He has to move slowly to not drop his pen or make a mistake, and he's certainly not sketching, he just needed to get some thoughts out before he lost them to another fever spike or something.]
[He definitely hasn't been crying. Anyway, Alcaid is tucked against his side, so they're the first to alert Dipper someone's come to the door.]
...Oscar?
[That was a little sooner than he expected. Ah- he isn't. Oh god, he shuts his journal and tries to look a little less like a mess even though he is literally in a hospital bed right now.]
[ Oscar had kind of been hoping Dipper might be passed out still but... no luck. But he's not going to just bails out again, so he slips inside and gives Dipper a nod. ]
Sorry, I didn't mean to disturb you.
[ Oscar clicks the door shut behind him, only giving Dipper a brief glance before he starts to scan the room. Still, that's enough for him to see that Dipper seems... pretty upset, and that Alcaid is burrowed against him. ]
I forgot something when I left—one of my gloves.
[ Fortunately it's pretty easy to spot, laying on a tray where Joshua originally set it aside. It is, after all, a vibrant shade of orange. Kind of like Dipper's nail polish, and man there's no way either of them are getting out of this situation without a really awkward conversation. ]
[It's always one thing after another around the grove, so somehow it's been a couple of weeks since Gnosis swung by to tell Stan about the brain demons Dipper was dealing with. Because of course there are snakes now! And Dipper's boyfriend turned up from the wrong dimension! And naturally both of those things had to happen at the same time, so harassing Dipper about the voices he's hearing took a back seat to his heartbreak and literal snake poisoning!
Stan's been watching Dipper since he got back from the clinic though, trying to catch Dipper doing anything...weird. Normally this would be a near-impossible challenge, due to the fact that he's a little weirdo 24/7, but Stan's pretty sure he can spot something off if he tries. Maybe if he squints hard enough he'll hear whatever's in Dipper's head.
But enough is enough. He probably should have grabbed Ford for back up, but it's fine. He can handle one ultra-empathetic teenager and the demon riding shotgun in his head. Better to do it now before whatever the next stupid thing is, right?
So Stan takes a deep breath, and he knocks on Dipper's bedroom door.]
[Dipper has been keeping to himself this month, shockingly. There's just ...been a lot going on. Between Oscar turning up and the snake bite, and all the residual stuff from trying to save Mizuki ...he's been tired. He hasn't felt up to tromping around the place causing trouble. Especially knowing that the snakes will target him harder now that he's been bitten once.]
[Oh, and the Brain Demon is still there, in his head. PV was going to try and help him with hit, but it's intricate magic. It was going to take some time.]
[It's there now, trying to sing an obnoxious song while he writes in his journal. He's close to just yelling at it when Stan knocks on the door, startling him.]
Grunkle Stan?
[...Is this about the memory stuff from the Brand? He wonders what else he might want to talk about.]
[It is absolutely not the memory stuff from the Brand. It will literally never, ever be the memory stuff from the Brand if Stan has anything to say about it.
Stan lets himself in, but he seems kind of surprised that this is going okay so far? But Dipper's an emotion-feeler, not a mind-reader so...that tracks. He helps himself to a seat on the edge of the bed.]
So...this guy Gnosis swung by and had a chat with me a little while ago. You know anything about that?
[It's a trick question. Gnosis said he told Dipper he'd tattle, so Dipper should probably know exactly where this is going, but Stan still raises an eyebrow at him and lets him either fess up or dig his own grave.]
[Never let it be said that Meryl doesn't know how to do her research. From the moment she hears that someone in this town has a dark room, she puts her nose to the grindstone. She's able to track it down to one young man in particular — Dipper Pines. Admittedly, she didn't expect a kid to be one for this hobby but... color her pleasantly surprised!
In any case, from there it only takes a few more questions to track down dipper's location, and she arrives outside the Pines house looking... only a slight bit nervous. The Pines energy... she can feel it.
But she's no stranger to weird, now is she? So after steeling her nerves yet again, Meryl knocks firmly on the door. Her camera is slung around her neck, and she lets her free hand settle on it, fiddling with the strap as she waits.]
[The Pines House sits right on the edge of town, nestled gently at the start of the woods. There is certainly a vibe to it, having been a restored structure from the past. It's wood is hundreds of years old, magically preserved, and it rings of an unusual history. There are trinkets hanging from the front porch, that ding faintly in the wind. A well loved couch just next to the door. A two headed squirrel scampers past.]
[The knock on the door does not go unanswered, though it takes a moment or two. Meryl will hear the faint foot steps of something ...four legged? The door creaks open and what meets her eye-level, or possibly taller, is A strange owl creature. It tilts its head 180 degrees as it considers the person at the door.]
[Meryl has tried really hard to get used to the weird shit in the Grove. She's still relatively new, though, and occasionally things manage to get to her. Things like... a creature opening the door and staring at her. She leaps back with a yelp, body tightening as if she might just bound away. When it doesn't outright attack her, though, she manages to loosen up Just a fraction.]
Uh. Are you Dipper?
[It stands to reason, right? Everyone's been monsters off and on!]
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He's hunting down the squidboy. Sure he knows where he's at thanks to the comment. But where's the fun in just knocking?
So Dipper might hear a thud on the roof of his place, and the telltale sound of padded claws click clicking as Beat tries to find a way in. Windows boarded up, but maybe a chimney he can drop into.
... He might ruin the surprise though by passing and speaking loud enough to be heard: ]
Yo, is it the three lil' pigs who had the house the wolf blew down?
the doggo has landed
[The sound of something handing on their roof is something Dipper can hear clearly, because his room is up in the attic more or less. He jolts out of his chair, reaching for his gun when-]
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Yeah, man. You got it.
[Anyway, rather than a gun, Dipper hits the switch and converts it to it's polearm form and peers into the fireplace opening. He slides it up into the chimney stack and hits another button, causing the blades at the tip to recede.]
Hang on just a second, I'm going to pop off the boarding on the chimney so you can come down. Stand back by like, five feet.
[That's the only warning Beat gets before a chunk of wood is blasted out of the chimney by a point blank shotgun blast.]
doggo gonna land harder
[ He doesn't know and he'll shuffle around to avoid the chimney when told. Only... to be shocked by that and jerk back. There's no expecting THAT.
There's the sound of sliding, scrambling - ]
SHIT SHIT SHIT FUCK!
[ - And then a thud somewhere on the ground in the distance. Followed, faintly, by: ]
I'M AIGHT.
[ There is a gentle knock on the door...... He'll help Dipper replace that wood later... ]
ten point landing-
[Oops.]
[Maybe. Maybe he should not have done that. Dipper runs down the stairs pretty quick to try and make sure he's okay only for Beat to knock on the door right as he gets there. He takes a second or two to undo all the paranoia locks and force open the door.]
Oh my god, I'm sorry, are you okay? The roof's slope is really steep, I should have accounted for that-
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welcome back!!!
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Despite not doing anything wrong (they're allowed to be here?? they asked???) they freeze in place like they are, staring awkwardly.
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Welp, slipping back into old habits—] Welcome back, Ghostbuster! How can I help you on this wonderful new day?
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[So he'd shrugged and said, "oh sure" when Stan told him Loop was probably crashing for a bit. This isn't any different then finding Glitch eating out of their fridge at 3 am.]
Oh, hey Loop!
[It seems he caught them off guard, though. Oops. Time to be casual or something. He walks over to the bookshelf, replacing an old one and taking out a new one.]
Just grabbing a new book. [Ghostbuster, huh?] Grunkle Stan said you've been staying with us. What about you? Anything I can help with?
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Sorry, I didn't really get a chance to say hello before... but hey, you made it! You had a lot of people worried, you know. Even Timekeeper had a scary look when she found out! I don't think I've ever seen her that mad before, and believe me, I've tried~
Try to time your detective skills a little better next time, okay? [like not when you're in the room with an evil copy, maybe.]
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[Yeah. It really had been a brick to the face to find out how many people had been upset about his death like that. Maybe that shouldn't come as such a surprise, but Dipper, who used to be the only kid in class who got zero Valentines, is always deeply humbled by the mere concept of making friends.]
[He flips the book open just to have something to do with his hands. He's similarly fidgety.]
Yeah. I heard that um. That Timekeeper was the one that took out that particular double. I've got some baked goods with her name on it.
[And of course, the mild call out.]
Noted. I can pretty safely say I made a mess out of that one. Grunkle Stan said you had it figured out pretty fast so, thanks for helping out my family.
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It does take him a little bit to figure out where he’s crashing now, but, well… hey, this house is unfamiliar and very Pines (haha) smelling. So! Knock knock!! ]
OPENS ARMS WIDE
[Getting the knock on the door is a good distraction, though, so he puts down whatever book he's reading and answers.]
...Oh. Hey, man. I uh.
[...He hasn't seen Mizuki around much has he? He must have been busy. He is glad to see him, though. Despite the sort of ...tired look he had when he answered, he does perk up upon seeing him.]
It's good to see you. What's up?
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« Wanted to make sure you've been okay. Been sleeping a lot myself, so I haven't been good at keeping up with people at the Grove. Worried about you. »
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Yet this time, the dream feels different. Instead of tranquility, there’s an overwhelming sense of falling despite being underwater — plummeting deeper and deeper into the abyss. Falling down, down, down... Massive tentacles writhe around him, encircling him in an endless descent. The once-soothing songs now sound frantic, muffled by the rush of water, as if they are desperately trying to reach him.
What does he do?
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Plummeting into the depths is not immediately a reason for concern. It’s comforting almost, until the sounds of singing turns frantic. As the black mass of writhing tentacles reaches for him, he simply reaches back out.]
[What’s wrong? What can he do?]
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Once Dipper's eyes adjust to the darkness, he'll be able to see more than just the Seaborn, but corpses of Terrans - humans, most with either bird-like or fish-like features, and crumpled buildings. Then, all at once, the singing ceases, and Dipper hears a voice. It's voice is deep and breathy and seems to be underlying with the sounds of a raging ocean and the sounds of an old creaking ship.
"We... take... more."
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However, it's not until he's halfway to the inn that he realizes that tracking down Dipper's precise location is going to be a lot harder without it. Not impossible, of course, but he does feel a little strange wandering around the inn with Dipper's coat and hat (though not an actual change of clothes) bundled up in one arm.
There is, at least, an obvious starting point. So Ford knocks on the door of Dipper's dark room and hopes that he's actually in there.
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However, as he comes back down, he will find Dipper sleeping on one of the couches near the lobby's fireplace. There's probably a book laying around somewhere near him and he is, as Stan said, just kind of dressed in his PJs.
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So he leaves, and manages to wander right into something even worse. The wake of the horrifying tree-based visions he's outright desperate to get back inside the clinic as fast as he can, and thinks he might be happy to never see a tree again. He opts to busy himself with whatever tasks need to be handled. Restocking supply closets, sweeping the floors, sorting pens, scrubbing the baseboards—and it's around the time he starts that last task that he finally realizes he's missing a glove.
It's not hard to figure out where it must have gone. Not quite two hours after Oscar left there will come a soft knock on Dipper's clinic room door. Whether he gets a verbal response or not, Oscar will ease open the door and peer inside. ]
Dipper...?
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[Frankly they're lucky it didn't leak into the real world with his powers.]
[Either way, Dipper is not much of a sleeper, even when he feels terrible, so rather than resting properly like he should, he's sitting up in bed, writing in his journal. He has to move slowly to not drop his pen or make a mistake, and he's certainly not sketching, he just needed to get some thoughts out before he lost them to another fever spike or something.]
[He definitely hasn't been crying. Anyway, Alcaid is tucked against his side, so they're the first to alert Dipper someone's come to the door.]
...Oscar?
[That was a little sooner than he expected. Ah- he isn't. Oh god, he shuts his journal and tries to look a little less like a mess even though he is literally in a hospital bed right now.]
H-Hey man, what's up?
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Sorry, I didn't mean to disturb you.
[ Oscar clicks the door shut behind him, only giving Dipper a brief glance before he starts to scan the room. Still, that's enough for him to see that Dipper seems... pretty upset, and that Alcaid is burrowed against him. ]
I forgot something when I left—one of my gloves.
[ Fortunately it's pretty easy to spot, laying on a tray where Joshua originally set it aside. It is, after all, a vibrant shade of orange. Kind of like Dipper's nail polish, and man there's no way either of them are getting out of this situation without a really awkward conversation. ]
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Stan's been watching Dipper since he got back from the clinic though, trying to catch Dipper doing anything...weird. Normally this would be a near-impossible challenge, due to the fact that he's a little weirdo 24/7, but Stan's pretty sure he can spot something off if he tries. Maybe if he squints hard enough he'll hear whatever's in Dipper's head.
But enough is enough. He probably should have grabbed Ford for back up, but it's fine. He can handle one ultra-empathetic teenager and the demon riding shotgun in his head. Better to do it now before whatever the next stupid thing is, right?
So Stan takes a deep breath, and he knocks on Dipper's bedroom door.]
Dipper? You in there? ...We gotta talk.
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[Oh, and the Brain Demon is still there, in his head. PV was going to try and help him with hit, but it's intricate magic. It was going to take some time.]
[It's there now, trying to sing an obnoxious song while he writes in his journal. He's close to just yelling at it when Stan knocks on the door, startling him.]
Grunkle Stan?
[...Is this about the memory stuff from the Brand? He wonders what else he might want to talk about.]
Um. Sure, come in.
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Stan lets himself in, but he seems kind of surprised that this is going okay so far? But Dipper's an emotion-feeler, not a mind-reader so...that tracks. He helps himself to a seat on the edge of the bed.]
So...this guy Gnosis swung by and had a chat with me a little while ago. You know anything about that?
[It's a trick question. Gnosis said he told Dipper he'd tattle, so Dipper should probably know exactly where this is going, but Stan still raises an eyebrow at him and lets him either fess up or dig his own grave.]
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Prior to the August Event
In any case, from there it only takes a few more questions to track down dipper's location, and she arrives outside the Pines house looking... only a slight bit nervous. The Pines energy... she can feel it.
But she's no stranger to weird, now is she? So after steeling her nerves yet again, Meryl knocks firmly on the door. Her camera is slung around her neck, and she lets her free hand settle on it, fiddling with the strap as she waits.]
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[The knock on the door does not go unanswered, though it takes a moment or two. Meryl will hear the faint foot steps of something ...four legged? The door creaks open and what meets her eye-level, or possibly taller, is A strange owl creature. It tilts its head 180 degrees as it considers the person at the door.]
[hello human, what can i do for you???]
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Uh. Are you Dipper?
[It stands to reason, right? Everyone's been monsters off and on!]
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