"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?
[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.
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.
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. ♥ ]
[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.]
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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?
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It's a roleplaying game that combines math and imagination. And graph paper! And dice! It's really fun.
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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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12/25
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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Monika's felt a little...experimental tonight. ]
Grating
grating
GRATING
N̺̪̥͉̩A̱̝̩͇ͬ̾I̝̻͕̦̿̅ͤ̆̏̔ͅL͇̮̠͎̞̭̱ͪͥ̋ͩ̂̅S̝͙̝̲̺̤̜ͨ̈
on
S̨̖̙̘̹͓͍ͨ͑͋ͦ̉ͅK̮͇͎̫̗͙̐ͩ͋͒ͭ̇̃Ī͈͚̓̃̈́ͮͬ̒ͅN͓̐
like drowning
in a sea of knives
a lava pit of
USELESS
C͞͡Ḩ̛̕A̶͜R̵͜͞A҉̨C̢̀͘Ţ̷̵͟E͏̸̛͝R̛̀S̴̡̛͘
I breathe in the fire
and breathe out
your love.
[ How else can she show she loves him despite his flaws? ]
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ACTION DEAR GOD
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?
[Or not.]
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text, sometime after the chess game
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. ♥ ]
text (sorry for the delay I've been on hiatus!)
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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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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