"Is this recording? ...Um. Hi. This is Wirt. I'm not here right now - I-I mean, obviously, since this is a recorded message. Uh... Leave me a message and I'll get back to you, at some point."
[Simply put, Cami has been worried about Wirt. She can't get the way he'd been acting out of her head, going so far as to watch him from a distance and post on the network about it. In the end, however, there had been no good answers, nor ready-to-go solutions for how to get him back to normal.
So she waits, hoping for some other clue or resolution--but only a short time before her patience wears out and she calls the boy in question.]
Wirt? It's Cami. Are you--[Normal again? Less insane? No longer possessed or controlled by something Cami can't name, but still suspects could be in play?]--okay?
[Wirt's been back in his own body for roughly a day now, but he's spent most of it alternating between sleeping and being absolutely sick to his stomach. He didn't follow Bill the entire time he was inhabiting his body, but from what he's gathered it's been an unfortunate combination of raw meat and foxgloves from the garden taking a toll on him. He hasn't felt good. He never wants to eat again. He's not as nauseous now, but he still wants to just lay in bed and sleep and never face the consequences of what he's done. And that's not even going into the nightmares he's had since then.
Which is why Wirt lets the message go to voicemail, even though he's right there, curled up and staring at his network device like it's going to bite him. He pales when he hears who it is though, curling in on himself and biting his lip. He had no idea Bill even ran into Cami, but there's no question of it with the way she asks. He keeps staring for a moment after the message ends, warring with himself about what to do...but, it would probably be worse to keep worrying her, right? What if she thinks he's still Bill, and that he's like, off eating more raw meat by the handfuls or something.
Making the call is terrible. He makes himself sit up, back against his headboard with his knees pulled up, and he stares at the network device. Waiting for her to pick up (no matter how long it takes) is agonizing.]
U-Um. ...H-Hi, Cami. I'm-- [Not even slightly okay. A complete mess. Why did he make this a video?? He looks terrible and pale and tired and he pushes a hand up through his already messed-up hair. He's already started looking down instead of at the screen or the camera.] ...I'm. Sorry. Sorry, I-I'm okay now. Really. ...Really.
[The wait is only a few seconds; when the message had gone to voicemail Cami set aside her phone only to give it angry stares, as if it were the device’s fault that her question went unanswered. It leaves her ready when it starts to ring, and Cami snatches it up immediately, slamming her thumb against the screen to turn the thing on.
There’s only so much relief she can find in the image, however. Wirt looked horrible, in every sense of the word, and now instead of a call Cami wishes she’d gone to see him in person.]
What happened to you? [Because he is not okay in any sense of the word, and that’s so abundantly clear to Cami she almost doesn’t realize she’s gotten the answer to the question she hadn’t asked. Whatever had forced the change that so worried her has somehow been undone, and the person she’s speaking to now is once again the Wirt she considers a friend.]
[After Dipper's showered and changed out of his unicorn blood stained clothes into... clothes that look exactly the same, minus unicorn blood. He has a lot of catching up to do, and part of that means going to tell Wirt he's back. He's still kind of worried about the guy. Both because of the whole currently dying thing and because... well.
He knows what it's like to be possessed by Bill now. And he's fine. Really. He knows how to handle Bill and even Great Uncle Ford said he had done well when he thought Ford was possessed. He's great. But he can see how someone less used to the paranormal than he is might be a little less okay. So you know. Checking on Wirt. Makes sense.
[Wirt's still there and in his room, lying on his bed. He's supposed to be taking it easy, which obviously means working on the two dozen books he's liberated from the library in the the last few months, and he's already finished a couple by now. Some of them are new, but at the moment he has his nose in a copy of The Neverending Story.
He looks up at the knock on the door though, and recognizes the voice behind it.] --Um! I'm here! I'll be right there!
[He says it not really because he's busy or because he wants to avoid Dipper, but because it'll take him an extra moment to get to the door. He can walk, but he still has a limp and has to go slow. When he opens it, he holds onto the door frame and uses it for support on his right side.]
Uh. ...Hey. [He's trying a little too hard to be casual and it sure isn't working.] Welcome back?
Um, Wirt? I, um... I can't... That is, I'm really grateful for you trying to teach me more about music and how to play, b-but... I think it made your girlfriend really uncomfortable, and I d-don't want you to get in trouble or anything.
[The scream makes Wirt scream too, but he covers his hand over his mouth and reads, trying not to make a sound as he does. Hopefully no one else in the hall heard that.
What's with this garbled text? And the poem itself is so...morbid isn't the right word. Morbid poetry can be beautiful and touch a human experience that no one ever wants to talk about. No, this is just...disturbing.
He isn't recording (or at least he isn't intentionally recording) but the word slips out of his mouth anyway, muttered to himself in the dark of his room.]
[Believe it or not though, it doesn't take him long to catch on this time.]
...You mean Monika, right? No, she's-- I-I don't know where she is, but she's not here.
[That's probably a good thing at this point. He moves aside to let Dipper in, so they don't have to have this conversation where someone could overhear it.]
Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more. Men were deceivers ever, One foot in sea, and one on shore, To one thing constant never. Then sigh not so, but let them go, And be you blithe and bonny, Converting all your sounds of woe Into hey nonny, nonny.
Sing no more ditties, sing no more Of dumps so dull and heavy. The fraud of men was ever so Since summer first was leafy. Then sigh not so, but let them go, And be you blithe and bonny, Converting all your sounds of woe Into hey, nonny, nonny.
[ That's it. No other words, no explanation. But she figures he'd know what she hinting at.
If not, well. It'll give her another reason to steal one of his lives. ♥ ]
[Wirt should probably be more worried about receiving this out of the blue without any sort of context, but he genuinely has no idea why she would be sending this to him. He's thinking too much about the source material and missing the point.]
That's from Shakespeare, right? Much Ado About Nothing?
[Maybe that's all this is. Much Ado about Nothing. Without thinking too much about it, he sends her the next line of the play as a reply.]
[The sudden interruption startles him out of whatever thought he was in the middle of. He should probably be used to Dipper barging into his room and dragging him out to do something, and yet he jumps every single time it happens.]
What?! I-- okay?? Why do you need my clarinet?
[He asks, but he's already picked up his clarinet case without waiting for the answer and lets himself be tugged along. Wirt's very weak to the power of suggestion.]
[Louis has largely given Wirt some space since the whole... Dipper thing. Mostly because of new relationships, yadda yadda. But since he's a pegasus and Mabel revealed a certain part of Wirt's past... well, it would be a gosh-darn shame to not take advantage and give Wirt some friendly trolling.
You know. To show that friendship is awesome too even when you got a fresh young romance blossoming or whatever. Love is beautiful, but shit-stirring is forever.
He can't use the network because he has no hands and he's not going to start chewing his device to try and get a point across. So, he flies off in search of his dear, dear friend. And of course, when he spots him, he'll yell obnoxiously, because if Louis can find a way to be obnoxious about a thing, he sure will be.]
[Wirt's a fairly easy pony to find - he's a red unicorn and he stands out against pretty much anything and everything around him. On the upside though, he definitely remembers he's supposed to be a human, and that he was definitely already a pony several months ago.
The entire experience is strange, but it's made him think about Beatrice, and what it must have been like for her to be stuck as a bluebird. She had been stuck the same way, even if it had been kind of her fault and not some sort of event. He remembered asking her once if she missed flying after she became human again and he was met with a harsh "no", and having to be an animal makes him understand that just a little better than he did before.
He yelps when Louis almost lands on him and quickly trots out of the way, stumbling the last couple steps.]
Uh. Hey, Louis?
[He would be pondering more how they can immediately recognize each other as ponies, but he's too busy being completely suspicious of that greeting.]
Um. ...What's up? I mean, other than you. Since you can fly now.
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So she waits, hoping for some other clue or resolution--but only a short time before her patience wears out and she calls the boy in question.]
Wirt? It's Cami. Are you--[Normal again? Less insane? No longer possessed or controlled by something Cami can't name, but still suspects could be in play?]--okay?
Uhhh how about 8/17? /o/ video
Which is why Wirt lets the message go to voicemail, even though he's right there, curled up and staring at his network device like it's going to bite him. He pales when he hears who it is though, curling in on himself and biting his lip. He had no idea Bill even ran into Cami, but there's no question of it with the way she asks. He keeps staring for a moment after the message ends, warring with himself about what to do...but, it would probably be worse to keep worrying her, right? What if she thinks he's still Bill, and that he's like, off eating more raw meat by the handfuls or something.
Making the call is terrible. He makes himself sit up, back against his headboard with his knees pulled up, and he stares at the network device. Waiting for her to pick up (no matter how long it takes) is agonizing.]
U-Um. ...H-Hi, Cami. I'm-- [Not even slightly okay. A complete mess. Why did he make this a video?? He looks terrible and pale and tired and he pushes a hand up through his already messed-up hair. He's already started looking down instead of at the screen or the camera.] ...I'm. Sorry. Sorry, I-I'm okay now. Really. ...Really.
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There’s only so much relief she can find in the image, however. Wirt looked horrible, in every sense of the word, and now instead of a call Cami wishes she’d gone to see him in person.]
What happened to you? [Because he is not okay in any sense of the word, and that’s so abundantly clear to Cami she almost doesn’t realize she’s gotten the answer to the question she hadn’t asked. Whatever had forced the change that so worried her has somehow been undone, and the person she’s speaking to now is once again the Wirt she considers a friend.]
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He knows what it's like to be possessed by Bill now. And he's fine. Really. He knows how to handle Bill and even Great Uncle Ford said he had done well when he thought Ford was possessed. He's great. But he can see how someone less used to the paranormal than he is might be a little less okay. So you know. Checking on Wirt. Makes sense.
He goes to Wirt's room and knocks on the door.]
Hey, Wirt! You still here?
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He looks up at the knock on the door though, and recognizes the voice behind it.] --Um! I'm here! I'll be right there!
[He says it not really because he's busy or because he wants to avoid Dipper, but because it'll take him an extra moment to get to the door. He can walk, but he still has a limp and has to go slow. When he opens it, he holds onto the door frame and uses it for support on his right side.]
Uh. ...Hey. [He's trying a little too hard to be casual and it sure isn't working.] Welcome back?
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Merry Christmas, Wirt. Thank you for being so nice to me.
Mikan Tsumiki.
Christmas, 2017
As a student of historical interiors you may enjoy this text on exterior influences.
Have a happy Christmas!
-Evelyn O'Connell
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[Wirt looks and sounds completely baffled. Normally he would just let this go, but what the heck?]
I-I mean, that's nice and all but-- I'm. I don't even have a girlfriend?
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Monika's felt a little...experimental tonight. ]
Grating
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GRATING
N̺̪̥͉̩A̱̝̩͇ͬ̾I̝̻͕̦̿̅ͤ̆̏̔ͅL͇̮̠͎̞̭̱ͪͥ̋ͩ̂̅S̝͙̝̲̺̤̜ͨ̈
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like drowning
in a sea of knives
a lava pit of
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I breathe in the fire
and breathe out
your love.
[ How else can she show she loves him despite his flaws? ]
Action. Kind of.
What's with this garbled text? And the poem itself is so...morbid isn't the right word. Morbid poetry can be beautiful and touch a human experience that no one ever wants to talk about. No, this is just...disturbing.
He isn't recording (or at least he isn't intentionally recording) but the word slips out of his mouth anyway, muttered to himself in the dark of his room.]
M-Monika?
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DON'T BE SCARED
HOW ABOUT TERRIFIED???
sooo dramatic
HE ISN'T THE ONE WRITING POEMS ABOUT GRATING NAILS AND KNIVES MONIKA
THEN MAYBE HE SHOULD TRY IT OUT
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He knocks on the door. Wirt's a little spacy sometimes, so it's probably best to approach this delicately.]
Hey, Wirt? Is your stalker in there with you?
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[Believe it or not though, it doesn't take him long to catch on this time.]
...You mean Monika, right? No, she's-- I-I don't know where she is, but she's not here.
[That's probably a good thing at this point. He moves aside to let Dipper in, so they don't have to have this conversation where someone could overhear it.]
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Men were deceivers ever,
One foot in sea, and one on shore,
To one thing constant never.
Then sigh not so, but let them go,
And be you blithe and bonny,
Converting all your sounds of woe
Into hey nonny, nonny.
Sing no more ditties, sing no more
Of dumps so dull and heavy.
The fraud of men was ever so
Since summer first was leafy.
Then sigh not so, but let them go,
And be you blithe and bonny,
Converting all your sounds of woe
Into hey, nonny, nonny.
[ That's it. No other words, no explanation. But she figures he'd know what she hinting at.
If not, well. It'll give her another reason to steal one of his lives. ♥ ]
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That's from Shakespeare, right? Much Ado About Nothing?
[Maybe that's all this is. Much Ado about Nothing. Without thinking too much about it, he sends her the next line of the play as a reply.]
"By my troth, a good song."
it's okay babe, i know <3
<3<3<3
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[Dipper throws open the door to Wirt's room without knocking and grabs his wrist.]
I just found something! No time to explain! I need you and your clarinet right now!
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What?! I-- okay?? Why do you need my clarinet?
[He asks, but he's already picked up his clarinet case without waiting for the answer and lets himself be tugged along. Wirt's very weak to the power of suggestion.]
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You know. To show that friendship is awesome too even when you got a fresh young romance blossoming or whatever. Love is beautiful, but shit-stirring is forever.
He can't use the network because he has no hands and he's not going to start chewing his device to try and get a point across. So, he flies off in search of his dear, dear friend. And of course, when he spots him, he'll yell obnoxiously, because if Louis can find a way to be obnoxious about a thing, he sure will be.]
HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEY. Wiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiirt.
[Louis hasn't exactly got landing down, so he almost lands on top of Wirt, but whatever. He's here. And he's got a shit eating grin on his face.]
Hey buddy~
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The entire experience is strange, but it's made him think about Beatrice, and what it must have been like for her to be stuck as a bluebird. She had been stuck the same way, even if it had been kind of her fault and not some sort of event. He remembered asking her once if she missed flying after she became human again and he was met with a harsh "no", and having to be an animal makes him understand that just a little better than he did before.
He yelps when Louis almost lands on him and quickly trots out of the way, stumbling the last couple steps.]
Uh. Hey, Louis?
[He would be pondering more how they can immediately recognize each other as ponies, but he's too busy being completely suspicious of that greeting.]
Um. ...What's up? I mean, other than you. Since you can fly now.
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