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Teenagers scare the living shit out of me | OPEN
Who: Stanley Pines (charlastan AND stananigans) and Open!
What: For the first half of the month Stan whines about lack of business due to everyone going to The Red instead of going on tours at The Murder Hut. Then, in the second half of the month, he sheds into a teenage version of himself and says "Actually, fuck this!" and runs off to cause trouble. Also, some closed prompts in comments!
When: All of January!
Where: Murder Hut, and then all over Trench.
Content Warnings: All content warnings for The Shedding Ceremony Prompt, possible mentions of child abuse/neglect, possible memloss discussion, maybe arson
A. THE MURDER HUT (FIRST TWO WEEKS OF JANUARY)
[Ever since Stan re-opened the Murder Hut, business has been fairly steady! A lot of the Sleepers already know his schtick and while a number of them enjoy it, the real boost has been from the locals in town who are delighted to go on a weird tour run by a Sleeper, showcasing supposed oddities from Deerington past and present. Much of the exhibits are the same as they were in Deerington, with a couple of new additionsthat haven't found their way to the post yet. Probably the biggest new addition is inspired by the parasite fish from October - Stan's made a couple of big goofy papier-mâché fish and stuck leg bones under them and labeled them as "Reverse Mermaids", and somehow they've been a hit with locals even though they know the real parasitic truth. It's almost as though humor and levity are useful in times like these!
Well, except for right now. Right now, despite the fact that Madame Generosity's invitations went out to Sleepers, it feels like half the town is looking for their entertainment at The Red this month. It's actually been slow, and despite the fact that he was also invited to The Red, he's stubbornly keeping the Murder Hut open incase anyone does show up - or, so he can whine at friends and family that swing by.]
Where the heck is everyone?!
[He already knows the answer. He's asked this about thirty times in the last few days anyway, whining for the sake of whining.
On the upside, if you're someone who hasn't yet toured the Murder Hut, you'll likely get your own private tour if you stop by! No discounts though. Never discounts.]
B. TEEN STAN (JANUARY 15TH-31ST, WHEREVER)
[By the 15th, all of the above goes straight out the window. Stan wakes up that first morning and none of his joints ache. Sure, the shedded skin corpse is gross, but it's kind of cool too, and more importantly when he looks in the mirror he doesn't look a day over seventeen.
Thankfully his memories haven't been scrambled - that's always a bit of a sore spot for him. Instead he feels like himself, but a younger version that actually has energy. He'll recognize anyone who knows him, but he plans on taking full advantage of this - especially since the shedding didn't take away his powers.
He can be found causing mischief on the boardwalk with his seagull Omen Pollux (who has stayed effectively the same, since he's the same in his head), trying all the food he can, setting the occasional probably harmless fire, and running around doing whatever the hell he feels like doing, because he can! Because he is a bottomless well of energy!
The one thing he isn't doing though? Running the Murder Hut. Fuck that. Fuck that!!! He's got better things to do. If anyone is trying to find him there, they'll be met with a locked door and no note whatsoever.]
C. WILDCARD (WHEREVER, WHENEVER)
[ooc: Got something else in mind? Hit me up! I'll match format, and also if you want teen Stan please specify! All of his teen replies will come from [Bad username or unknown identity: stananigans"].]
charlastan AND stananigans) and Open!What: For the first half of the month Stan whines about lack of business due to everyone going to The Red instead of going on tours at The Murder Hut. Then, in the second half of the month, he sheds into a teenage version of himself and says "Actually, fuck this!" and runs off to cause trouble. Also, some closed prompts in comments!
When: All of January!
Where: Murder Hut, and then all over Trench.
Content Warnings: All content warnings for The Shedding Ceremony Prompt, possible mentions of child abuse/neglect, possible memloss discussion, maybe arson
A. THE MURDER HUT (FIRST TWO WEEKS OF JANUARY)
[Ever since Stan re-opened the Murder Hut, business has been fairly steady! A lot of the Sleepers already know his schtick and while a number of them enjoy it, the real boost has been from the locals in town who are delighted to go on a weird tour run by a Sleeper, showcasing supposed oddities from Deerington past and present. Much of the exhibits are the same as they were in Deerington, with a couple of new additions
Well, except for right now. Right now, despite the fact that Madame Generosity's invitations went out to Sleepers, it feels like half the town is looking for their entertainment at The Red this month. It's actually been slow, and despite the fact that he was also invited to The Red, he's stubbornly keeping the Murder Hut open incase anyone does show up - or, so he can whine at friends and family that swing by.]
Where the heck is everyone?!
[He already knows the answer. He's asked this about thirty times in the last few days anyway, whining for the sake of whining.
On the upside, if you're someone who hasn't yet toured the Murder Hut, you'll likely get your own private tour if you stop by! No discounts though. Never discounts.]
B. TEEN STAN (JANUARY 15TH-31ST, WHEREVER)
[By the 15th, all of the above goes straight out the window. Stan wakes up that first morning and none of his joints ache. Sure, the shedded skin corpse is gross, but it's kind of cool too, and more importantly when he looks in the mirror he doesn't look a day over seventeen.
Thankfully his memories haven't been scrambled - that's always a bit of a sore spot for him. Instead he feels like himself, but a younger version that actually has energy. He'll recognize anyone who knows him, but he plans on taking full advantage of this - especially since the shedding didn't take away his powers.
He can be found causing mischief on the boardwalk with his seagull Omen Pollux (who has stayed effectively the same, since he's the same in his head), trying all the food he can, setting the occasional probably harmless fire, and running around doing whatever the hell he feels like doing, because he can! Because he is a bottomless well of energy!
The one thing he isn't doing though? Running the Murder Hut. Fuck that. Fuck that!!! He's got better things to do. If anyone is trying to find him there, they'll be met with a locked door and no note whatsoever.]
C. WILDCARD (WHEREVER, WHENEVER)
[ooc: Got something else in mind? Hit me up! I'll match format, and also if you want teen Stan please specify! All of his teen replies will come from [Bad username or unknown identity: stananigans"].]
MURDER HUT MURDER HUT
[Spoken idly, mostly because- Alice had not yet been paying attention to the goings and comings of others. Distracted in her own things- of course in time she would finally notice and visit The Red herself; and finally notice a lovely gown, but she had other priorities.
Such as apparently finally visiting somewhere a new friend had told her about.]
You're here, at least. Yes?
[Legs tucked beneath her, sitting in the air as skits idly floated with attached ribbons as if caught up in her own gravity. Just Darkblood Things™]
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HOT BELGIAN WAFFLES! You're gonna give an old man a heart attack like that!
[SHEESH. He settles quickly enough though, because apparently he's got a customer. A...floating, spooky, child customer.]
Uh, yep! I'm here! Welcome to the Murder Hut! You here for one of our tours?
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I often forget not walking makes me incredibly quiet.
[She really, really did. Even with the fact she started wearing shoes simply because she enjoyed how the boots stomped about in; stompy boots were fun okay. She sat up a little in her mid-air perching, skirts smoothing down as her attentions pulled back in rather than floating as if underwater.
A little gravity, as a treat.]
Oh, yes. Mabel told me quite a bit about it, and I was interested in the sorts of things her Grunkle Stan put in it- how she described it sounded quite wonderful, and he a creative and fun person.
[She liked Mabel, and Dipper was interesting in his visits to the house. So really, it was about time she checked this out.]
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Oh, you're one of Mabel's friends!
[He tips his absolutely ridiculous hat at her and grins. If he was thrown off by her floating before, he isn't showing it now.]
That's me - her Grunkle Stan! Heh, I hope she didn't spoil too much of the tour for you. You really gotta see these things to believe 'em.
[Or, you know. Not believe them. Stan doesn't really care once he's actually gotten his customers inside. Tricking people into believe things and taunting people who don't believe them with bad puns and questionable taxidermy are both equally fun for him.]
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[It was not hard to leave a good impression on Alice, but some of them stuck far higher with better marks than others. Mabel happened to be one of those she certainly wasn't about to forget.
... and ignore the fact she spoke a little old fashioned.
Alice shook her head, floating a little to the side in a semi-circle before she was landing on her feet. Boots making a satisfying stomping found with the heels of them, and skirts acting as if gravity finally fully worked.]
She didn't! She got me so terribly curious, since I like collecting skulls and bones, using them to create things. [Could possibly guess how the Murder Hut came up in conversation there. Seen the snowmen popping up around town with beast skulls for heads lately?
Those would be hers.] I would love to see what you've got to show off!
I'm Alice, and what should I call you other than Grunkle Stan?
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Eh, just Stan's good enough. So, you work with bones? Ha! You're gonna love this place!
[He has in fact seen the snowmen, and while he didn't know it was her he's been both getting a kick out of them and yelling a lot about having business competition.]
The tours aren't free, but tell you what - bring me a good sized bone later and we'll call it even.
[He can actually use that, unlike the pile of rocks and shells he winds up with every day from the locals.]
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She nodded, her bag that floated just behind her bobbing in motion as the ears flopped a little.]
I do! Some of them get painted, or I add some of the pretty stones I find on to them- lately I've been using skulls I've found to give my snowmen a nice touch, rather than simply displaying them at the house. [The skulls were some of her favorites to find after all-] So I look very forward to seeing what you have!
I can do that- any particular kind? Assume you'd like one plain.
[Knew just the place to look for good sized bones.
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[Hm, what kind though? That's a tough question...]
Plain's good, but I can work with whatever - you'll see what I mean on the tour. I guess, uh. Anything real weird-looking?
[That is most bones, but hopefully the point comes across - interesting ones are more valuable to him.]
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I like snow, I think. [At least for playing in, the cold was a bit distant but she could stand it.
Alice tapped a fingertip against her lower lip in thought before those eyes of hers brightened-]
Oh! Would you care for a skull that clearly had multiple eyes given the number of sockets? Several horns as well, but of course a few of those are broken, and elongated jaws like it was some sort of wolf-thing.
[She found some weird stuff in her 'hunting' trips, and honestly she wouldn't mind parting with it.]
The strange can be the most interesting to look at, after all! Seeing what you have could very well mean it'd find a good home with you, too. Share that sight.
[For a price.]
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[He grabs his cane, which has a bird skull on top of it for a handle, and leads her over to the door to the museum. Since she's the only person there, she's basically getting a private tour. However, he hesitates with his hand over the doorknob - more for show than anything else. He grins.]
You sure you're ready for what I've got in here?
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[And she would be true to her word, a quick drop off that ensured he got it; multi-eyed broken horned skull and all. A real treat of a payment. Hell, could be a start of him being gifted them, too—
Of course Alice followed, steps like as she kept for the ground this time. She for one definitely appreciated a show, leaning in a little and to the side to be well out of the way.]
I am most certainly, Stan! [Enthusiastic one right here.] Terribly excited, too.
[As if that couldn't be seen. Girl never got to do little things, this was a large bit of freedom and a treat okay.]