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001: I must confess, I was drawn, I was drawn to the ocean.
Who: Mabel Pines and you -- one closed prompt, two open
What: Dipper died! Everything sucks
When: Mid-to-late December
Where: Open prompts center around the ocean and convenient places around town
Content Warnings: Mentions of child death, loss of a sibling, messing around with a corpse
Closed to the Pines [cw: messing around with a corpse]
In the immediate aftermath of her brother's death, Mabel copes in a horribly businesslike fashion. There is much to do. The first matter to attend to, of course, is making sure Dipper comes back intact, given how he ultimately met his end. Her first thought is to sew all the detached bits back on. But by the time they get him home, the rigor mortis has set in, and so Mabel turns to her trusty glue gun.
She digs into her special reserve of glitter glue for this project. Mabel's natural penchant for witchcraft was handed down directly from the dubious Great-Great-Grandma Pines, and though she's never been trained in this sort of thing like others here in Trench, just as Mabel understands instinctively that plastic dinosaurs in the Mabel Juice will amplify its effects, she knows that a project like this simply isn't going to work unless you're willing to sacrifice the good stuff. She does not answer her Omni at all during this time, and if either of the grunkles attempt to gently draw her away from her brother, they will be outright hissed at with all of her pointy teeth. She'll keep at it until she has Dipper as spruced up as he is going to get, and she is satisfied that everything will hold as the next phases of death set in.
This accomplished, the next thing is to get to the bottom of this corruption crap.
Mabel takes after her Grunkle Stan in many ways, and here is one of them: For the most part, she leaves research to her brother. In his absence and with little choice in the matter, given the increasing tension between the remaining blood types in the house, Mabel takes up the cause with single-minded intensity. Rifling through her brother's notes -- his journal, of course, was rescued -- Mabel pieces together what he has so far and follows up various leads on her own, adding her own research to his in easily distinguishable glitter pen that fits in neatly with his nerdy color coordination system. The mushroom that brought her out of her funk last month didn't hold her for very long before her fangs grew back in, and if what lays at the end of that road is Mabel turning into a monster too, this is clearly something the whole family will need to work together on.
The stuff about blood magic and rituals, she decides to set aside until Dipper has returned, as that's more his specialty than hers. The corruption treatments that pop out as the most Mabel things to be doing are "familiar items associated with loved ones/positive memories", and developing a tea habit. The first applies to the scrapbook that has saved them so many times, obviously, and the latter is just Anti-Corruption Mabel Juice. By the time Dipper has returned to his squid form and been transferred to a nice tank in the living room, Mabel has settled down enough to keep him company there, with supplies at hand to start updating the woefully neglected scrapbook along with a large assortment of tea tins.
Regular tea you can pick up readymade in a local shop is not going to cut it. Mabel knows this. The Pines are made of chaos and just any old blend, even if it's meant to be anti-corruption and put together by professionals, simply isn't going to do. To that end, surrounded by a horrifying minefield of winter mournings she's putting together while she's thinking, she has tins of no less than eight different berry teas open in front of her and is working on the perfect ratio in which to combine all of them. Probably once that's done it will need to be refined further with spices and things, but it's obvious to her that the most important aspect of this is going to be achieving the perfect flavor of red.
She has moved beyond hissing, by then. Still, it must be said that she regards the grunkles with deep and obvious suspicion when they come around. Mabel loves them both deeply enough that dumb blood type crap isn't going to change that. Still, sometimes the elder set of twins has very different ideas than the younger ones do about just what they ought to be doing, and Mabel knows if they try to get bossy now in a way she doesn't like she's going to have to bother sneaking around behind their backs, and that will be a pain in the patootie for everyone involved.
Open: By the Sea, mid to late December
Mabel has never had the ability to sit still when her emotions are overwhelming. Intense happiness will have her literally climbing walls; too far in the other direction and she up and runs, stopping only when some of the immediate energy is out and she can settle down somewhere quiet and solitary and decompress.
Trench being what it is, she has a few established hidey-holes to run to already, whenever things feel like too much. Instead of visiting any of them now, she finds herself drawn to the ocean. Mabel doesn't know yet that her patron is Mariana, and that connection is certainly a part of the unexpected comfort the sea is giving her. But it goes deeper than that. The inherent chaos of the waves, the bottomlessness of the water, the way it ferociously destroys entire ships and looks breathtakingly beautiful under moonlight all at once -- the ocean itself gives a face to the emotions she's experiencing now. All her grief and her aimless anger and the weird beauty in the depth of even those horrible feelings just make more sense if Mabel can look at the sea.
It's like it understands. It's like the ocean is saying: It's okay to be this way.
She can be found there often over the course of the month even after her brother has resurrected, always alone. Sometimes she wanders the shores for shells and bits of glass and other such things, and what she doesn't take for herself she arranges in beautiful patterns on the sand or the ice. Other times she settles down on the cliffs, settled on a blanket in the snow so she can watch the water quietly, taking in the distance to the horizon line.
Open: Traps, mid to late December
Having green blood was super cool when Mabel first arrived, before she found out it's called vile and sometimes people hate it and thus her for no good reason. A talk with Mako helped a lot, giving her the perspective that you can't really blame people for not trusting dangerous things that have hurt them in the past, even if you yourself haven't done anything and it's really not fair. That notion -- that it's not about hate so much as it's about not wanting to be hurt -- gave her a little peace, even if she's still having trouble admitting to being something with such a cruel name.
This in no way means she's going to accept people going so far as hunting vilebloods, especially when she hears the story at last and finds out the whole thing goes back to someone's stupid petty Moby Dick grudge. Here, then, is a productive place for her anger to go. She has always carried art supplies around with her as she goes about her business. Now, some of her milder tools are switched out for things like bolt cutters, pliers and wrenches, and even fixings to start small fires if she has to. No matter what else she was doing, if Mabel comes across one of the traps, she does her best to dismantle it, regardless of whether there's a fellow vileblood in it at the time or not.
Any darkbloods or coldbloods who so much as look at her funny during these times are met with a flat, "You better not try anything. I'm poisonous." She won't start anything on her own, though. Even now, what she'd really love the most is for everybody to just get over it.
What: Dipper died! Everything sucks
When: Mid-to-late December
Where: Open prompts center around the ocean and convenient places around town
Content Warnings: Mentions of child death, loss of a sibling, messing around with a corpse
Closed to the Pines [cw: messing around with a corpse]
In the immediate aftermath of her brother's death, Mabel copes in a horribly businesslike fashion. There is much to do. The first matter to attend to, of course, is making sure Dipper comes back intact, given how he ultimately met his end. Her first thought is to sew all the detached bits back on. But by the time they get him home, the rigor mortis has set in, and so Mabel turns to her trusty glue gun.
She digs into her special reserve of glitter glue for this project. Mabel's natural penchant for witchcraft was handed down directly from the dubious Great-Great-Grandma Pines, and though she's never been trained in this sort of thing like others here in Trench, just as Mabel understands instinctively that plastic dinosaurs in the Mabel Juice will amplify its effects, she knows that a project like this simply isn't going to work unless you're willing to sacrifice the good stuff. She does not answer her Omni at all during this time, and if either of the grunkles attempt to gently draw her away from her brother, they will be outright hissed at with all of her pointy teeth. She'll keep at it until she has Dipper as spruced up as he is going to get, and she is satisfied that everything will hold as the next phases of death set in.
This accomplished, the next thing is to get to the bottom of this corruption crap.
Mabel takes after her Grunkle Stan in many ways, and here is one of them: For the most part, she leaves research to her brother. In his absence and with little choice in the matter, given the increasing tension between the remaining blood types in the house, Mabel takes up the cause with single-minded intensity. Rifling through her brother's notes -- his journal, of course, was rescued -- Mabel pieces together what he has so far and follows up various leads on her own, adding her own research to his in easily distinguishable glitter pen that fits in neatly with his nerdy color coordination system. The mushroom that brought her out of her funk last month didn't hold her for very long before her fangs grew back in, and if what lays at the end of that road is Mabel turning into a monster too, this is clearly something the whole family will need to work together on.
The stuff about blood magic and rituals, she decides to set aside until Dipper has returned, as that's more his specialty than hers. The corruption treatments that pop out as the most Mabel things to be doing are "familiar items associated with loved ones/positive memories", and developing a tea habit. The first applies to the scrapbook that has saved them so many times, obviously, and the latter is just Anti-Corruption Mabel Juice. By the time Dipper has returned to his squid form and been transferred to a nice tank in the living room, Mabel has settled down enough to keep him company there, with supplies at hand to start updating the woefully neglected scrapbook along with a large assortment of tea tins.
Regular tea you can pick up readymade in a local shop is not going to cut it. Mabel knows this. The Pines are made of chaos and just any old blend, even if it's meant to be anti-corruption and put together by professionals, simply isn't going to do. To that end, surrounded by a horrifying minefield of winter mournings she's putting together while she's thinking, she has tins of no less than eight different berry teas open in front of her and is working on the perfect ratio in which to combine all of them. Probably once that's done it will need to be refined further with spices and things, but it's obvious to her that the most important aspect of this is going to be achieving the perfect flavor of red.
She has moved beyond hissing, by then. Still, it must be said that she regards the grunkles with deep and obvious suspicion when they come around. Mabel loves them both deeply enough that dumb blood type crap isn't going to change that. Still, sometimes the elder set of twins has very different ideas than the younger ones do about just what they ought to be doing, and Mabel knows if they try to get bossy now in a way she doesn't like she's going to have to bother sneaking around behind their backs, and that will be a pain in the patootie for everyone involved.
Open: By the Sea, mid to late December
Mabel has never had the ability to sit still when her emotions are overwhelming. Intense happiness will have her literally climbing walls; too far in the other direction and she up and runs, stopping only when some of the immediate energy is out and she can settle down somewhere quiet and solitary and decompress.
Trench being what it is, she has a few established hidey-holes to run to already, whenever things feel like too much. Instead of visiting any of them now, she finds herself drawn to the ocean. Mabel doesn't know yet that her patron is Mariana, and that connection is certainly a part of the unexpected comfort the sea is giving her. But it goes deeper than that. The inherent chaos of the waves, the bottomlessness of the water, the way it ferociously destroys entire ships and looks breathtakingly beautiful under moonlight all at once -- the ocean itself gives a face to the emotions she's experiencing now. All her grief and her aimless anger and the weird beauty in the depth of even those horrible feelings just make more sense if Mabel can look at the sea.
It's like it understands. It's like the ocean is saying: It's okay to be this way.
She can be found there often over the course of the month even after her brother has resurrected, always alone. Sometimes she wanders the shores for shells and bits of glass and other such things, and what she doesn't take for herself she arranges in beautiful patterns on the sand or the ice. Other times she settles down on the cliffs, settled on a blanket in the snow so she can watch the water quietly, taking in the distance to the horizon line.
Open: Traps, mid to late December
Having green blood was super cool when Mabel first arrived, before she found out it's called vile and sometimes people hate it and thus her for no good reason. A talk with Mako helped a lot, giving her the perspective that you can't really blame people for not trusting dangerous things that have hurt them in the past, even if you yourself haven't done anything and it's really not fair. That notion -- that it's not about hate so much as it's about not wanting to be hurt -- gave her a little peace, even if she's still having trouble admitting to being something with such a cruel name.
This in no way means she's going to accept people going so far as hunting vilebloods, especially when she hears the story at last and finds out the whole thing goes back to someone's stupid petty Moby Dick grudge. Here, then, is a productive place for her anger to go. She has always carried art supplies around with her as she goes about her business. Now, some of her milder tools are switched out for things like bolt cutters, pliers and wrenches, and even fixings to start small fires if she has to. No matter what else she was doing, if Mabel comes across one of the traps, she does her best to dismantle it, regardless of whether there's a fellow vileblood in it at the time or not.
Any darkbloods or coldbloods who so much as look at her funny during these times are met with a flat, "You better not try anything. I'm poisonous." She won't start anything on her own, though. Even now, what she'd really love the most is for everybody to just get over it.
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[She's heard about the exorcism, yes. She and her brother don't talk about everything, but they're one another's most important people, and she knows enough. If nothing else, this is the kid Dipper asked after not long after he'd become human again, and it matters that he's the one Dipper worried about once he'd sorted out that his sister and boyfriend were okay.
He must not have told Falco much about her, though, if he's this nervous. Mabel pushes herself to her feet, half-heartedly and uselessly patting sand off of her skirts.]
Are you okay?
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[ not exactly, but it was the best response he could give. he wasn’t here for himself. ]
I wanted to know how you were feeling.
[ okay or alright he was almost sure didn’t fit into the picture, even if it was always a habit to ask. ]
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Anyway swearing at your brother probably doesn't count.]
I mean, this whole thing has been really bad? [She might not be cussing, but she doesn't intend to beat around the bush about that, either.] The whole beast fight stuff was one thing, but now that we know more about corruption, there's just sooooooooooooo much to worry about, like, all the time.
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I’m sorry it all happened that way . . . Or that I didn’t get more help. [ it still weighed heavily to have pushed everything on dipper, right mind or not. ] I don’t want to hear anything back, I— just wanted you to know.
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She can't quite smile at him for apologizing. She's not ready for that. But she sees it for what it is. The best thing their parents ever did for her and Dipper was to teach them to talk stuff out when they had problems with one another, and they're so good now at apologizing for hurt feelings and taking responsibility for their own junk that their Grunkle Stan called their relationship almost unnatural, once. With that context to fall back on, the fact that Falco would seek her out to take responsibility for his junk is something that matters.]
Hey, bro should've found more people to help him, too. It's the kind of mistake he makes sometimes. [Her voice is gentle, and she reaches out to put a hand on Falco's shoulder, if he'll let her.] I'm sorry too, but we'll learn a lot from this in the end, okay? The sort of stuff that can help everybody once we get it all figured out.
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she’s doing something that wasn’t the first thing falco was expecting. it’s huge. rejecting that would be disrespectful. ]
It’s the kind of thing you keep learning from— I keep learning. [ and he’ll make sure that the lesson is drawn deep. with an inhale that accompanies a nod, simultaneous, falco breathes out; it was still a reaction he didn’t expect. ] Thank you.