gftimelordstwin

[gftimelordstwin]

OOC Post

Hey everyone! Sorry I've been missing for so long, I'm currently in the gutter where finances are concered(tuition is EXPENSIVE) so I started a fiverr and updated my kofi! I'll still be posting on here! But things are definitely going to take a lot longer.

[gftimelordstwin]

Okay, soooo... I haven't really been posting much on my main blog and I'm stuck between both my time lord AU and my modern AU. I love them both but I feel like I'm personally not balancing them well. Thoughts?

[gftimelordstwin]

"Whoa, whoa! No need to get all worked up, you two. We know you both pretty well— after all, who else would know you better than, well… yourselves?"

*Stanley caught sight of his twin, who’d raised both hands in surrender, like he was trying to put the kids at ease. It wasn’t a bad idea— Ford’s six-fingered hands were clear as day now— a quiet, undeniable sign of his identity, not that he seemed particularly bothered to hide it despite the tension among the younger twins being thick enough to slice through with a knife.*

*He tried to suppress the laughter bubbling up; it was just too funny how serious this whole situation felt. This was some top-tier multiverse madness, and here he was, barely holding back a grin.*

*Though, Lee did finally manage to get his snickers under control after a pointed nudge from Ford. He straightened up, giving their counterparts a nod as if to reassure them, though his obvious amusement lingered.*

"Yeah, ya have met us before. We’re the ones who left ya both those pins— the same ones we’re wearin’."

*Stan nonchalantly pointed to the golden oyster pin on his maroon beanie and then to the six-fingered symbol pinned to the lapel of his brother’s beige trench coat. Now that they were up close, there was no mistaking the parallels. He tried to keep a straight face as he explained, half expecting Ford to jump in with some grand theory.*

*Thankfully, he didn't. Not yet at least.*

"We’re both of ya, just… older? The multiverse and time travel are pretty damn weird."

*Lee shot a sideways look at Stanford when he finally pocketed his hands with a playful scoff, raising an eyebrow at his twin in wordless question, almost daring him to make whatever explanation he had in mind simple for once. But then Ford, true to form, launched into his usual dramatic spiel.*

"Well, see, most people think time is a strict progression of cause to effect, but actually, from a non-linear, non-subjective viewpoint… it’s more like this big ball of wibbly-wobbly… timey-wimey… stuff."

*Ford’s words made Stanley pause, eyebrows shooting up as he tried to process the wildly simplified explanation. Really? This was what his brother thought counted as explaining time travel? He didn’t know whether to laugh or smack the doctor upside the head.*

"That’s how ya explain time travel? Really?"

*He blinked, completely floored. For someone who could fill entire notebooks with incomprehensible jargon, Ford had boiled down one of the universe’s most complicated concepts into something that sounded like it came from a children’s book. Of all the ways the man could’ve explained it, he chose that? Lee didn’t know whether to shake his head or throttle him. He’d heard his brother rattle off complex theories in his sleep, and now this was the best he could come up with?*

"You’re the Doctor! What the flying fuck was that?!"

*And that did it— Ford burst out laughing, and Lee stood there, wide-eyed and utterly baffled, their younger twin counterparts were all but forgotten as he stared at his brother, half amused, half exasperated as he tried to process what just happened.*

*He threw his hands up, unable to hold back anymore.*

"Ya explained it like you’re talkin’ to a damn three-year-old! What the hell, Stanford?!"

*Lee’s voice was a mix of irritation and reluctant amusement as Stanford just howled in laughter. As ridiculous as his twin's explanation was, he wasn't wrong— despite the absurdity of it all. And somehow, in their own strange way, this chaotic mess was just another reminder of how well the two of them worked together— no matter how bizarre the situation.*

“What’re we doin’ here, Sixer?”

*Stan raised a brow, takin’ in the familiar sights and sounds around ‘em. He knew this place— though he wasn’t so sure he wanted to. Shoving his hands into his pockets, he walked alongside Ford, who seemed completely wrapped up in fiddlin’ with that sonic screwdriver of his, the thing buzzing with its usual high-pitched whir.*

*Ford hardly looked up as Stanley spoke, his attention absorbed in the intricate adjustments to the sonic screwdriver in his hand. The device emitted a soft, high-pitched whirr, the familiar sound calming him as he fiddled with it. Each click and buzz under his fingers was a reminder of how deeply he knew this tool, modified and improved upon for years— an extension of his own hands.*

“Think of it as a trip down memory lane while I troubleshoot some upgrades for the sonic."

*Stanford replied with a faint, almost nostalgic smile tugging at his lips.*

“You’d be surprised what I can still fine-tune in this thing.”

*His focus narrowed on the sonic as he worked, eyes sharp and discerning, checking and re-checking each adjustment as though the slightest miscalibration could mean the difference between life and death. He needed this troubleshooting to go smoothly; god forbid the sonic fail them in an actual crisis. This place was a safe choice— a familiar playground from a previous trip where he could work without any looming danger.*

“Hold on— haven’t we already been here?”

*The feeling tugged at Lee, nagging at the back of his mind. This place was more familiar than it seemed, and somethin’ about it set off his instincts. They’d been here before, he was sure of it.*

*Ford chuckled, shooting Stanley a sidelong glance that spoke of both amusement and innocence.*

“Hm… absolutely no idea what you’re talking about.”

*Of course, he knew. He’d chosen this dimension with purpose, a safe setting already mapped and cataloged, one they’d left untouched since leaving their younger counterparts a small token of reconciliation. His sonic buzzed to life in his hand, the hum deepening as the latest modifications integrated smoothly. Satisfied, he gave a nod to himself, pleased with the results.*

*Stanley shot an annoyed, deadpan look Ford’s way when his twin dodged the question with a chuckle, clearly enjoying his little game. Typical. Lee just shook his head, tryin’ to ignore the doctor's childish hum as he went back to fussin’ with his gadget.*

*Then he caught sight of two mirror faces across the way, a pair that stopped him in his tracks. Ah. That’s why this place felt like déjà vu. It was the dimension where they’d left a little gift for their younger selves— two Pines who weren't really on the best terms last they saw ‘em.*

“Hey, Six, look over there. It’s them.”

*Stanley tapped his twin’s shoulder insistently, grinning like a cheshire cat when Ford finally looked up, catching sight of their counterparts. That same ol’ curiosity sparkled in Lee’s eyes as he gave Ford a playful pat on the shoulder, his excitement only growing.*

*The tapping on his shoulder broke his concentration, and Stanford looked up with mild annoyance, only to see his twin gesturing toward something— or rather, someones. Ford’s gaze followed his brother's and locked onto the unmistakable sight of two younger versions of themselves, lingering not far off.

“Oh? Huh. Would you look at that…”

*Ford tilted his head, an intrigued glimmer in his eyes as he raised a hand to adjust his glasses.*

“How ‘bout we say hi?”

*Before Ford could get a word in edgewise, Lee was already jogging over, a mix of excitement and mischief driving him forward. This was either gonna be a real good idea or a real bad one— but hey, that’s half the fun.*

*The doctor let out a soft chuckle, pocketing his tools as he followed his brother’s lead. After all, time and space had a funny way of bending when it came to their paths— why not embrace it?*

[From: @gftimelord @gftimelordstwin]

[OOC: Hey mod! Just wanted to pop in with this to spawn a chaotic scenario for both sets of twins :D. I hope this is okay! I'll be interchanging between both blogs in replying to give both Lee and Doc's perspectives after this!]

*The two brothers stood around the Stanley Mobile, Ford picked at his nails nervously while Stan gave the car a look-over, looking for damage*

Well, she didn’t get too scraped up in that chase, some windows are broken, but we can get that fixed up with some tape for the meantime.

Fix it with tape? Are you insane Stanley?! We just got shot at and nearly run off the road because you just had to make a gang angry! To hell, Stanley, we nearly died!

Hey, we got away, didn’t we? Can’t we be happy about that?- oh shit.

What?

There’s some guys coming our way, from the playground.

*Ford put a hand to his side, instinctively reaching for his gun, and turned to look towards the approaching strangers*

Do they look armed to you?

Maybe, not sure, I don’t think we have enough gas to make a run for it, let just, try and talk it out,

*Ford looked between the strangers and his brother before putting his hands in his pockets*

Fine, we’ll try to be civil.

[ooc: Hi! It’s completely okay to send in these type of asks! It’s encouraged actually! Loved reading it :)]

[gftimelordstwin]

"Replacement? Whaddaya mean, ‘unknown replacement’?"

*Stan’s brows furrowed, genuine confusion settling in. Who was this guy supposed to replace— the original Stanford? The human one? And if so, why even bother replacing him? The whole setup didn’t add up.*

HELLO, [Stanley {REDACTED} Pines].

MESSAGE FROM [ @robo-ford ]

"Uh… hello?"

*Stanley raised an eyebrow, eyeing the entity in front of him. What the…? This mechadroid looked like his brother, but it sure as hell was one creepy variant if it was supposed to be Stanford. And that said a lot, considerin’ the range of Ford copies he’d run into on his many multiverse trips.*

"Who’re you supposed ta be?"

[gftimelordstwin]

"So... yer like… his personal butler? Friend? What’s the deal here?"

*Stan’s eyebrows shot up, intrigued by the whole setup. The idea of this robot bein' a humanoid butler was downright hilarious, but he held back a laugh. He had half a mind to stun the thing and drag it over to Ford—his twin would probably find it just as creepy and funny. Still, one thing bugged him: why was his second name redacted? Code glitch? Some kinda text error?*

HELLO, [Stanley {REDACTED} Pines].

MESSAGE FROM [ @robo-ford ]

"Uh… hello?"

*Stanley raised an eyebrow, eyeing the entity in front of him. What the…? This mechadroid looked like his brother, but it sure as hell was one creepy variant if it was supposed to be Stanford. And that said a lot, considerin’ the range of Ford copies he’d run into on his many multiverse trips.*

"Who’re you supposed ta be?"

[gftimelordstwin]

*Stanley slowed his pace as he got close enough to take in the expressions of the pair ahead. The twin counterparts were on edge, no doubt about it. Just earlier they looked like they’d been at each other’s throats, and now, with him and Ford approaching, their postures were coiled up tight— wary, like a couple of feral strays, unsure if they were facing friend or foe.*

“Lee? Why did you—”

*Ford’s voice pulled him out of his thoughts, and Lee threw out an arm to stop his twin from gettin’ any closer, shooting him a subtle shake of his head. The doctor caught the silent signal and, though a bit reluctantly, backed off.*

“Trigger-happy as always, looks like."

*Lee muttered, smirking as Stanford squinted at his counterpart, noticing the twitchy, and blatantly defensive posture the younger man held. Lee couldn’t help the snicker that escaped when Ford let out an exasperated groan.*

“I am not trigger-happy.”

“Yes ya are."

*Stan shot back, sassily raising an eyebrow. The amount of times he had to haul ass just from his brother's impulsive shenanigans that bordered on insanely idiotic during their adventures made one hell of a list.*

"Now, any bright ideas, or do we just charge on?”

*Now it was Ford giving him a funny look, like Stan was the one acting out of character here. What? No harm in trying to keep the peace, avoid making a scene. Not his usual style, maybe, but hey, some situations called for a softer approach.*

“We have forcefields. Even if they opened fire, it’s not like the bullets will get through."

“Oh, sure."

*Lee snorted, crossing his arms with an exaggerated eye roll.*

"And have ‘em face charges for unlawful possession of a firearm? Doubt your variant even has a gun license, Poindexter.”

*Ford’s brow furrowed, and Stan couldn’t help but think that for someone so sharp, his brother had his ridiculously dense moments— moments where it even seemed like Stanford had his own gravitational pull.*

*Stanford looked to be considering something for a second, then simply shrugged.*

“Let’s just say hi anyway. What’s the worst that could happen?”

“Ah… true. Ta hell with it, I guess.”

*With that, Lee raised a hand and gave their counterparts a friendly wave, casual as could be. His brother was right; it wasn’t like they had much to worry about here. This dimension was docile as far as things went, so there wasn’t any real need for their typical over-the-top caution during their adventures.*

“What’re we doin’ here, Sixer?”

*Stan raised a brow, takin’ in the familiar sights and sounds around ‘em. He knew this place— though he wasn’t so sure he wanted to. Shoving his hands into his pockets, he walked alongside Ford, who seemed completely wrapped up in fiddlin’ with that sonic screwdriver of his, the thing buzzing with its usual high-pitched whir.*

*Ford hardly looked up as Stanley spoke, his attention absorbed in the intricate adjustments to the sonic screwdriver in his hand. The device emitted a soft, high-pitched whirr, the familiar sound calming him as he fiddled with it. Each click and buzz under his fingers was a reminder of how deeply he knew this tool, modified and improved upon for years— an extension of his own hands.*

“Think of it as a trip down memory lane while I troubleshoot some upgrades for the sonic."

*Stanford replied with a faint, almost nostalgic smile tugging at his lips.*

“You’d be surprised what I can still fine-tune in this thing.”

*His focus narrowed on the sonic as he worked, eyes sharp and discerning, checking and re-checking each adjustment as though the slightest miscalibration could mean the difference between life and death. He needed this troubleshooting to go smoothly; god forbid the sonic fail them in an actual crisis. This place was a safe choice— a familiar playground from a previous trip where he could work without any looming danger.*

“Hold on— haven’t we already been here?”

*The feeling tugged at Lee, nagging at the back of his mind. This place was more familiar than it seemed, and somethin’ about it set off his instincts. They’d been here before, he was sure of it.*

*Ford chuckled, shooting Stanley a sidelong glance that spoke of both amusement and innocence.*

“Hm… absolutely no idea what you’re talking about.”

*Of course, he knew. He’d chosen this dimension with purpose, a safe setting already mapped and cataloged, one they’d left untouched since leaving their younger counterparts a small token of reconciliation. His sonic buzzed to life in his hand, the hum deepening as the latest modifications integrated smoothly. Satisfied, he gave a nod to himself, pleased with the results.*

*Stanley shot an annoyed, deadpan look Ford’s way when his twin dodged the question with a chuckle, clearly enjoying his little game. Typical. Lee just shook his head, tryin’ to ignore the doctor's childish hum as he went back to fussin’ with his gadget.*

*Then he caught sight of two mirror faces across the way, a pair that stopped him in his tracks. Ah. That’s why this place felt like déjà vu. It was the dimension where they’d left a little gift for their younger selves— two Pines who weren't really on the best terms last they saw ‘em.*

“Hey, Six, look over there. It’s them.”

*Stanley tapped his twin’s shoulder insistently, grinning like a cheshire cat when Ford finally looked up, catching sight of their counterparts. That same ol’ curiosity sparkled in Lee’s eyes as he gave Ford a playful pat on the shoulder, his excitement only growing.*

*The tapping on his shoulder broke his concentration, and Stanford looked up with mild annoyance, only to see his twin gesturing toward something— or rather, someones. Ford’s gaze followed his brother's and locked onto the unmistakable sight of two younger versions of themselves, lingering not far off.

“Oh? Huh. Would you look at that…”

*Ford tilted his head, an intrigued glimmer in his eyes as he raised a hand to adjust his glasses.*

“How ‘bout we say hi?”

*Before Ford could get a word in edgewise, Lee was already jogging over, a mix of excitement and mischief driving him forward. This was either gonna be a real good idea or a real bad one— but hey, that’s half the fun.*

*The doctor let out a soft chuckle, pocketing his tools as he followed his brother’s lead. After all, time and space had a funny way of bending when it came to their paths— why not embrace it?*

[From: @gftimelord @gftimelordstwin]

[OOC: Hey mod! Just wanted to pop in with this to spawn a chaotic scenario for both sets of twins :D. I hope this is okay! I'll be interchanging between both blogs in replying to give both Lee and Doc's perspectives after this!]

*The two brothers stood around the Stanley Mobile, Ford picked at his nails nervously while Stan gave the car a look-over, looking for damage*

Well, she didn’t get too scraped up in that chase, some windows are broken, but we can get that fixed up with some tape for the meantime.

Fix it with tape? Are you insane Stanley?! We just got shot at and nearly run off the road because you just had to make a gang angry! To hell, Stanley, we nearly died!

Hey, we got away, didn’t we? Can’t we be happy about that?- oh shit.

What?

There’s some guys coming our way, from the playground.

*Ford put a hand to his side, instinctively reaching for his gun, and turned to look towards the approaching strangers*

Do they look armed to you?

Maybe, not sure, I don’t think we have enough gas to make a run for it, let just, try and talk it out,

*Ford looked between the strangers and his brother before putting his hands in his pockets*

Fine, we’ll try to be civil.

[ooc: Hi! It’s completely okay to send in these type of asks! It’s encouraged actually! Loved reading it :)]

[gftimelordstwin]

"Yeaaah… okay. Totally not creepy at all.”

*Stanley didn’t know what kind of answer he expected from this robot, but gettin' back a flat, “searching for twin” response was just… odd. It was the same kinda cold logic the Cybermen had, which, now that he thought about it, shouldn’t have been a shock.*

“So, what happens when ya find yer brother? Then what?”

*Even with the caution he was taking, Stan’s curiosity got the better of him. It wasn’t every day a robot showed up lookin’ for its twin counterpart with all the personality of an office drone. And, hell, if it was Ford-related, he needed to know exactly what kinda trouble this thing was bringin’ with it.*

HELLO, [Stanley {REDACTED} Pines].

MESSAGE FROM [ @robo-ford ]

"Uh… hello?"

*Stanley raised an eyebrow, eyeing the entity in front of him. What the…? This mechadroid looked like his brother, but it sure as hell was one creepy variant if it was supposed to be Stanford. And that said a lot, considerin’ the range of Ford copies he’d run into on his many multiverse trips.*

"Who’re you supposed ta be?"

[gftimelordstwin]

*By the time Stan came back with the glass of water in hand, it took him all of two seconds to realize something had gone down while he was gone. The intense, red-faced stare Preston had fixed on his sleeping twin told him more than he needed to know. Stan let out a silent sigh through his nose, caught somewhere between exasperated and annoyed. Despite his best efforts, things had only gotten messier. Threads tangled like a spider’s web, and poor Preston was right in the center of it all.*

*Clearing his throat to get Preston’s attention, Lee toyed with the idea of just playin’ dumb. He could sweep it under the rug, pretend like nothin' happened. But the problem? He knew full well Preston wasn’t about to let this go.*

"Here."

*He said, cooly passing the glass over.*

"Drink up, and we’ll head out. It’s already pretty damn late."

*Even as he handed Preston the water, Lee couldn’t shake the unease simmering in his gut. This whole setup… he knew his brother’s game. Ford played a long con, pullin' folks in, showin’ them just enough of heaven before leavin' ‘em high and dry. A cruel game that often kept the victims coming back for seconds.*

*Worst part was, it reminded him a bit too much of the tricks that damn demonic Dorito used to play.*

*And Stanley knew nothing good ever came out of that gambit, for either party.*

"Another Stanford... so similar yet so different from the rest I've met" Preston looked at the sonic screwdriver with quite the interest

@gleeful-northwest-fam

"Woahoah! Okay! Well this isn't a toy for you, it's for me— big difference."

*Ford would quickly stuff the device in his coat pocket, backing up and away from the other person feeling skeptic. He was used to being the one who would instigate the chaos, somehow this also made him realize that he'd unconsciously switched places with his brother at this age.*

"Now, what brings you here? Any reason you'd seek me out of all people?"

[gftimelordstwin]

"Fidds created ya?"

*Lee’s eyes widened in genuine surprise. For one, he didn’t think Fiddleford could’ve whipped up a humanoid this complex, not with Earth’s tech, anyway. And using his brother as the template? Yeah, that was more than a little creepy.*

"Alright, time to see how ya tick..."

*Lee wasn’t some clueless guy. He could make a solid guess why this robot clone of Ford had shown up lookin’ for him. Data gathering? Reconnaissance, maybe? It didn’t seem self-aware, at least not in the same way as the smiling bots or those clockwork nightmares he’d dealt with alongside his twin before.*

"So, what’s yer directive? And when were ya put together, exactly?"

*He crossed his arms, watching the droid closely, ready to figure out just what kind of game he had to play.*

HELLO, [Stanley {REDACTED} Pines].

MESSAGE FROM [ @robo-ford ]

"Uh… hello?"

*Stanley raised an eyebrow, eyeing the entity in front of him. What the…? This mechadroid looked like his brother, but it sure as hell was one creepy variant if it was supposed to be Stanford. And that said a lot, considerin’ the range of Ford copies he’d run into on his many multiverse trips.*

"Who’re you supposed ta be?"

[gftimelordstwin]

*Stanley tried his best to ignore the little comment he caught from Preston. Seriously… what had his twin done this time? Rolled a natural twenty on seduction? Oh, god, he was actually thinking in geek speak now. Yeah, he needed some damn sleep. If only he could swap places with his insufferable nerd of a brother currently snoozing on the recliner like he didn’t have a care in the world.*

"Hey, hey—slow down! I can get ya another glass if you’re that thirsty!"

*Watching Preston down the glass of water like it was the last drink he’d ever see had Lee a bit worried. He let out a nervous chuckle, his eyes flicking to the empty glass. Two martinis shouldn’t have left him this parched. Stan gently took the glass from Preston, shaking his head.*

"I’ll grab ya another one— would prefer ya to be as sober as a saint before we head out."

*With that, he disappeared back into the kitchen, already pouring another glass, hoping it’d do the trick.*

"Another Stanford... so similar yet so different from the rest I've met" Preston looked at the sonic screwdriver with quite the interest

@gleeful-northwest-fam

"Woahoah! Okay! Well this isn't a toy for you, it's for me— big difference."

*Ford would quickly stuff the device in his coat pocket, backing up and away from the other person feeling skeptic. He was used to being the one who would instigate the chaos, somehow this also made him realize that he'd unconsciously switched places with his brother at this age.*

"Now, what brings you here? Any reason you'd seek me out of all people?"

[gftimelordstwin]

HELLO, [Stanley {REDACTED} Pines].

MESSAGE FROM [ @robo-ford ]

"Uh… hello?"

*Stanley raised an eyebrow, eyeing the entity in front of him. What the…? This mechadroid looked like his brother, but it sure as hell was one creepy variant if it was supposed to be Stanford. And that said a lot, considerin’ the range of Ford copies he’d run into on his many multiverse trips.*

"Who’re you supposed ta be?"

[gftimelordstwin]

"Just bein’ careful, sweetheart."

*Stan let out a chuckle at her response, not fully buyin’ it but deciding to let his skepticism slide for now. Was Ford’s paranoia startin’ to rub off on him? Nah… well, maybe. Either way, better safe than sorry, right?*

*Suddenly, his watch beeped, a quick series of alerts that had him raising a hand to check the interface. Well, speak of the devil.*

"Thanks for the trinket, doll, but looks like I gotta run. Places to be, y’know? Catch ya around!"

*With a wave, Lee jogged off, headed in the direction his watch pointed him. Ford’s little errand was finally over— thank goodness. He couldn’t wait to get back home, or at least check if his twin had managed to get tangled up in another mess. Either way, it was bound to be interesting.*

Hey, hi! I like you. Specifically, I like that shiny thing on your hat! Wanna trade?

@magpie-prime

"Hah! Appreciate the offer, sweetheart, but I’ll have to pass on that one."

*Stan reached up, almost instinctively, to cover the golden oyster pin on his beanie. No way he was giving that up—especially not when it was a gift from Dipper. The only thing he’d trade this for was the life of someone in his family, and even then, it depended on who in his family.*

[gftimelordstwin]

"Don’t worry ‘bout it."

*Lee bit back the urge to apologize himself— this was Ford’s mess first and foremost, and they were both just caught up in it. Digging into his pants pocket, he fished out the key and unlocked the door to the Mystery Shack. He led Preston inside, then dumped Ford onto the recliner in the living room with a tired sigh. His twin let out a grunt from the rough landing but didn’t stir— still completely out.*

*Crouching down, Stanley pulled the sonic screwdriver from Ford’s coat and gave it a quick spin in his hand before shoving it into his own pocket. He disappeared into the kitchen, muttering under his breath as he went. A moment later, he reappeared with a glass of water, holding it out to Preston.*

"Here. It's just water, so drink up."

"Another Stanford... so similar yet so different from the rest I've met" Preston looked at the sonic screwdriver with quite the interest

@gleeful-northwest-fam

"Woahoah! Okay! Well this isn't a toy for you, it's for me— big difference."

*Ford would quickly stuff the device in his coat pocket, backing up and away from the other person feeling skeptic. He was used to being the one who would instigate the chaos, somehow this also made him realize that he'd unconsciously switched places with his brother at this age.*

"Now, what brings you here? Any reason you'd seek me out of all people?"

[gftimelordstwin]

*Stan hummed thoughtfully, his gaze shifting to the side as if he was runnin’ some logistics in his head. Counting numbers, remembering paths and routes— movements that, in this moment, mirrored Ford’s. Just another reminder that they really were twins, even when they went about things differently.*

"Nah, not really, no."

*He finally replied, recalling that dimension 46 was only a few rifts away from this one. And if he did get turned around, he still had his watch with a map to guide him. Not like he was completely flying blind.*

"How much did'ya have to drink anyway? Didn’t seem like much."

*It wasn’t hard for Stanley to juggle his attention between his out-cold twin and the wobbly Preston as he carefully led them toward the Mystery Shack. He thanked his lucky stars it wasn’t summer— meant the niblings were still off doin’ their college thing. Less eyes, less questions. Made it easier all around.*

"Another Stanford... so similar yet so different from the rest I've met" Preston looked at the sonic screwdriver with quite the interest

@gleeful-northwest-fam

"Woahoah! Okay! Well this isn't a toy for you, it's for me— big difference."

*Ford would quickly stuff the device in his coat pocket, backing up and away from the other person feeling skeptic. He was used to being the one who would instigate the chaos, somehow this also made him realize that he'd unconsciously switched places with his brother at this age.*

"Now, what brings you here? Any reason you'd seek me out of all people?"

[gftimelordstwin]

*Stanley let out a pleased chuckle, casually shrugging as he watched the scene unfold. This was the kinda show he could get behind—Bill Cipher, flustered over his twin? Oh, this was too good. He wondered if it had anything to do with this Bill having more human-like traits, but honestly, he doubted it mattered much. This situation alone was already comedy gold.*

"Beats me. He was goin’ on a mile a minute, redder than a cherry!"

*The words tumbled out naturally, but Stan was too busy trying to keep his laughter in check to really think about ‘em. This whole thing was just too rich.*

"Why don’tcha ask him yourself?"

*Lee shot back with a grin, eyebrow raised as he leaned in just a bit, enjoying the chance to stir the pot. If Bill was really that curious, well, why not send him right to the source?*

"heeeyyyyyy~ so for no reason in particular~ is your brother single?"

"Uh… far as I’m concerned, yeah, he is."

*Stan eyed the figure approaching him, trying to keep his face neutral even though he wanted to crack up. The fact that it was a Bill Cipher— of all things— asking him this? Yeah, that was somethin’ else. Still, he kept his guard up, just in case. If memory served, this was supposed to be the ‘nice’ variant his brother had rambled on about— some kind of witch, apparently. Lee never caught all the details; it was hard to keep up when Ford talked a mile a minute.*

"Why? You interested or somethin’?"

*His expression shifted into a grin, eyebrow arched as he let the teasing edge slip into his voice. If this Bill really was as harmless as Ford claimed, might as well have a little fun with it.*

[gftimelordstwin]

"heeeyyyyyy~ so for no reason in particular~ is your brother single?"

"Uh… far as I’m concerned, yeah, he is."

*Stan eyed the figure approaching him, trying to keep his face neutral even though he wanted to crack up. The fact that it was a Bill Cipher— of all things— asking him this? Yeah, that was somethin’ else. Still, he kept his guard up, just in case. If memory served, this was supposed to be the ‘nice’ variant his brother had rambled on about— some kind of witch, apparently. Lee never caught all the details; it was hard to keep up when Ford talked a mile a minute.*

"Why? You interested or somethin’?"

*His expression shifted into a grin, eyebrow arched as he let the teasing edge slip into his voice. If this Bill really was as harmless as Ford claimed, might as well have a little fun with it.*

[gftimelordstwin]

*The behavior was cute, no doubt about it, and reminded him of a little magpie more than anything else. No wonder that's what her name was. But concern tugged at the back of Stan’s mind. If this was normal for her, who knew what kind of dangerous crowd she ended up talking to with that same casual attitude?*

"That’s a dangerous game, darlin’. Ya never know what kinda threat comes trailin’ behind some of those entities."

*It was almost ironic, really. Here he was, warning her about danger, when his own twin was practically the poster child for cosmic threats— the kind most folks would run from the second they laid eyes on him. Being at the doctor's side? Safest and most dangerous place in the multiverse, all rolled into one. But when had Lee ever been one to take the easy way?*

"So, what’d ya trade to get that?"

Hey, hi! I like you. Specifically, I like that shiny thing on your hat! Wanna trade?

@magpie-prime

"Hah! Appreciate the offer, sweetheart, but I’ll have to pass on that one."

*Stan reached up, almost instinctively, to cover the golden oyster pin on his beanie. No way he was giving that up—especially not when it was a gift from Dipper. The only thing he’d trade this for was the life of someone in his family, and even then, it depended on who in his family.*