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H E M A Y sprayed along the wall with the other letters, they hesitated for a moment, lowering their word wielding weapon to their side. "You could say that." She had been thinking about her mother a lot lately, missing her more than normal. They always missed her, but time was supposed to heal, and she felt it was moving in reverse.

"Then there's the whole disappearing thing," they stated, shooting Dipper a look over their shoulder, ensuring he was still there. As if he'd just poof into thin air right in front of them. "I know it's worse for you guys," as in, everyone that had disappeared, "but I don't love the idea of that . . . happening again." Translation: I don't want to lose you for good.

dipper moves beside the other, skeptically weighing the can of paint in his dominant hand as he glances at her sideways . ever since wendy had arrived in evermore , something about her had seemed off . in an odd way where she was entirely different but , simultaneously , still the same ol' wendy . " who says i got anything to hold in ?? " he did . he always did .

" look , i'm fine , i've just been really into trying to solve all the mysteries about this town . figure out what happened to those of us who disappeared . that isn't anything new for me . " he uncaps the spray can , tentatively prodding at its nozzle with the pad of his pointer . a scrunch of his brows ; " what emotions are you here to ' deal with ' ?? , , , leftover teenage angst ?? "

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"Thanks. I'm in desperate need for more reading material." Wendy was running out of magazines to flip through while she was bored at work; one could only go over the same pages so many times before they lost their appeal.

Pulling their card from their pocket, she held it out between her index and middle finger. "Is there a limit to how many I can borrow at once?"

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"Well, here's what I have on local folklore," Belle said, surfacing from the rows of shelves with a handful of books. She puffed, blowing a lock of hair out of her face as she dumped them on the counter in front of the young person leaning against it.

"If you're just looking to borrow that's fine, I just need a card to put on file."

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Wendy shot him a look, considering, for half a second, that he had a point . . . but then they shrugged, turned back to the wall and scrawled out a large F U before speaking again.

"What, because this place isn't going to collapse on itself within the next year? It's hardly vandalism when it's already ruined." C K T "It's not healthy to hold everything in, Dipper. How else are we going to deal with our emotions? Talk about them? Can't say I'm really the talkative type."

dipper is staring at the back of wendy's head , something akin to disbelief adding some life to his otherwise exhausted and drooping features . " wendy , " he spoke , but there wasn't any real reason for him to be saying their name , following after them with building urgency . just like when he was a kid , when he would have done anything wendy asked .

old habits died hard , he supposed .

" fuck sakes - " he scrambles , just barely catching the spray can , the hat on his head getting knocked sideways . " this is your idea of therapy ?? VANDALISM ?? "

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LOCATION: some abandoned building ?? FOR: @wildcstwinter ( dipper! )

"No one's gonna know it was us," Wendy swore, a promise she couldn't really make. They hadn't scoped out the area, checked for any security cameras, but it was pretty clear no one in this town gave half a fuck about anything important ; surely they wouldn't even look into hate fueled ink seeping into decaying wooden walls. Tossing a spray can over their shoulder, not checking to see if he caught it, they pulled the lid of their Sharpie off with their teeth. "C'mon, it's good therapy. What pisses you off the most? Jot it down."

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"Sweet." Their index finger poked around the register, knocking the price down a few bucks; they didn't usually care how ridiculously priced anything was, but the thing was broken... and for some reason, she felt a little guilty ripping the poor kid off more than they already were by selling them the badly done taxidermy. "Yeah, basically. There is a museum in town. But I don't think they have any..." She eyed the squuck, as they had called it, not too keen to reach out and touch it. "... of these little guys."

"huh." a sound of consideration as their finger runs over the (likely fake) fur of a squirrel tail "yeah, i'll buy it, i've gotta show someone." someone being huey, who probably knew a lot more about this due to his scout experience. it wasn't that they thought squucks were real necessarily, but had grown up with enough knowledge about how large and mysterious this world was. not that they could ever get to explore it, but.. "so this is.... what, a fuckin' knick knack shop? i thought it was a museum."

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Eyebrows lifted, Wendy slowly sat up, feet removed from the desk and planted on the floor beneath their seat, magazine tossed aside. This kid was way more interesting than fashion advice they'd never follow. "No shit, Sherlock." She couldn't figure out whether to laugh or not, but amusement shone in her eyes. Were they fucking with her? Or did they truly believe squirrel-duck hybrids existed? "As far as I know, we don't have a you break it, you buy it sign around here." All it would take to fix was a little superglue, and if they were honest, they didn't really care how much cash padded Stan's pockets. "Do you actually want the fake... squuck?"

they freeze, still in the middle of trying to put back together the item they had broken "how—" a frustrated groan, and they're taking it into their hands instead "it's fake." they mumble, depositing the squirrel body and duck head, previously only having been connected by superglue, onto the counter as they fish their wallet from the pocket of their jeans "how much for the fake squuck?" the thought that someone could just sell inauthentic things had never occurred to them. their great uncle's home was filled with ancient things he had obtained on treasure hunts, this discovery from the mystery shack was like a betrayal.

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"Great, now I sound old and heartless," Wendy groaned, only teasing her, definitely more worried about Miriam's wellbeing than driving her to the hospital. But she'd still rather avoid the hospital. She didn't have the best memories there. "Miriam, two concussions? Alright, go for it, before I make you put on a suit made out of bubble wrap." Fuck, they really had to get a grip on the overprotectiveness. Maybe she could blame Dipper. His disappearance had shook them up all over again.

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Miriam rolled her eyes as she stood at the top of the ramp, a beat up sneakered foot tilting her board up as it held it in place. "Oh my god, dude. You're not old, but I'm also not five. I totally got this." Miriam grinned at Wendy. She appreciated the other, both as a friend and almost a mentor type figure of sorts. Miriam was an only child but Wendy would have been a cool ass older sibling, that's for sure. "You won't have to drive me anywhere if that's your biggest concern," she teased. "Besides," she began as she started to get in position to go down the ramp. "I survived the other two concussions I'm sure I could survive this one!" Was all she said before leaning the skateboard down to go rolling down the ramp.

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LOCATION: a skate park ?? idk FOR: @sk8rrgurrlmiriam

"God, I'm getting fucking old," Wendy realized aloud, a small huff tailing the words from her lips. "I was about to lecture you on the importance of knee pads." Of course, they did have three younger brothers... but they couldn't recall being that overprotective. Man, she missed her brothers. "Just don't get a concussion or anything," she tried instead, finding a compromise, reasonable advice for someone still hip and cool. "I don't want to have to drive you to the hospital."

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LOCATION: wendy's bedroom FOR: @cellphonexddict

"I'm going to be so honest," Wendy stated, rubbing paint from her hands onto her already ruined jeans, a determined yet lazy person who had (unfortunately) decided they needed a change. Only one wall was finished, and she was already thinking about giving up. She had invited Tambry, her very best friend, to help. Help being a loose term, she had doubted the woman wanted to get her hands dirty. But they would have her company, at least, and maybe she could figure out some way to vlog pieces of the day for her own benefit. "... I didn't think this would be so much work."

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LOCATION: the mystery shack FOR: @mcfuckz

Feet propped on the desk, Wendy's eyes flickered from the magazine they were lazily flipping through to the single customer inside the shop, a dude, what are you doing? expression on their face. "I saw that," she stated, staring for all of two more seconds before burying her nose back into the advice column.

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Wendy only nodded, unsure her thanks was genuine, but did it really matter?

"Just hanging out, kind of bored. I'm not sure I really feel like playing anyway. I just get sick of... sitting at home." Was that insensitive to say to someone who didn't have that option for awhile? Shit. "Not that there's anything wrong with that."

Brystol huffed, sitting back and officially quitting the game she was playing. She was never any good at them when she was so angry, almost immediately dying every single time and just getting angrier. She had considered incinerating the whole thing but then she wouldn't be allowed back.

"Whatever.... thanks." She somewhat mumbled. "What are you doing here? I don't recommend this game, it's probably broken."

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LOCATION: somewhere at the holiday market FOR: @invisiblegrlx

She was bundled up more than necessary, but no one could say she wasn't warm. Walking from booth to booth, on the hunt for something cute to stand out for Mabel's Christmas gift, her eyes caught sight of another familiar face in the crowd. They didn't have to approach, but maybe part of them just wanted to see her again. "I think I may have stolen your scarf," Wendy stated, tugging on the one currently wrapped around her neck, unsure if it had been Violet's or not... just an excuse to strike up a conversation. "If you want it back, I can hand it over."

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K. DEVERY JACOBS by WES ELLIS.

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Wendy's eyebrows lifted, taking a step into Luna's place, feeling a bit like she was intruding. "If you're busy, we can reschedule," they offered; they had really just wanted to check in with their friend more than anything. With Thorn being among the missing, even though she was back now, Wendy imagined Luna was as anxious as she had been about Dipper. Maybe more so, Wendy wasn't someone who typically worried much. . . but she had feared for his safety.

"Okay, I know I'm pretty nonchalant sometimes, but I do care," they stated, knowing that her friend didn't mean it like that, but they wanted her to know they were always willing to listen, even if they didn't come off the most empathetic or have any advice ready. "Is. . . are you good?"

OPEN STARTER: @evermorehqsstart !!

" yes ?? one second !! " luna called out from where she was in the kitchen , mouth half full of the forkful of leftover hibachi she had just shoved past her lips. her mind had been in such a scramble lately , it was like sifting through scrabble pieces to try and form coherent thoughts. ever since thorn and whitney had come back , since everyone had come back , she couldn't seem to find any semblance of stability.

it didn't make sense — they were back , why couldn't she get it together ?? racing over to the door , sock clad feet going thump , thump , thump along the hardwood , luna threw open the door , an apologetic glaze in her eyes as she forced a smile. " god , so sorry about that. i. . . totally forgot we had a session booked and i haven't eaten since this morning and — you don't care. right . come in , come in . . . "

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"Guess I'll have to think of something else, then," Wendy half sighed. Truthfully, she probably wouldn't bother with dressing up or doing anything for Halloween at all. Maybe put on a witch hat and call it a day.

She laughed, shoulders lifting and falling into a shrug. "Customer service. I have so many stories. You wouldn't believe the questions people ask sometimes." Though really, it wasn't all that bad. They were just lazy. Not very passionate. However you wanted to word it. "I probably burn the most calories rolling my eyes."

"Oh." Redding across her cheeks, unsure what to say back. She really hadn't expected that when the other had sat on her table. Brushing her hair behind her ear she smiled, shaking her head. "That's sweet of you, but if I can't be Invisible Girl then neither can you."

Closing her book and pushing it aside gently, Saal could forgive her for falling behind on their book club. "There seems to be a story there of some sort. Would you like to talk about it?"

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"Well... yeah," Wendy agreed, the town had its cons. Overall she was pretty content with being here, though, away from future worries, responsibilities. They supposed if they weren't so afraid of making (or not making) a life for themself, they probably wouldn't be too happy about it either.

Lingering a moment later, still, she smiled at her. "Well, I'm glad you're alright, for what it's worth."

Brystol ignored her at first, feeling even less chatty than usual. She hadn't wanted to talk to anyone since she got back, not even her sisters. She'd been gone for two months and was unable to talk to anyone that entre time but still didn't want to talk. Mostly because she had so many emotions still running through her and wasn't sure which one would show. She hoped it would be rage, at least she was familiar with that one.

When it became evident Wendy wasn't going to leave her alone she sighed loudly. "Yup. Still stuck in this shitty town with everyone else."