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notable moments from The Reunion Job

leverage 3.02

Madavhi: All my work, erased, and I was only days away from cracking Manticore.

Nate: What's "Manticore"?

Madavhi: It's an electronic surveillance system. The Iranian government uses it to track protesters over cell phones, social networks, even e-mail.

Hardison: Yeah, hacker underground's flipping out about it. They use GPS to pinpoint a dissident, and then they swoop in and make the arrest.

Madavhi: The Internet made this protest possible, but now it's just a –

Nate: A liability? The government uses the people's weapon against them

- - - - -

Nate: "Cyrus"? It's "Mr. Madavhi." You can't get that attached.

Hardison: Fine. "Mr. Madavhi." He could go make a fortune working for Google or Microsoft. No, instead he risks his life fighting the bad guys. This is so our game.

Eliot (at the table behind them): He wasn't hit by the Vezarat. (comes around to sit with Hardison and Nate)

Nate: What, are you lurking?

Eliot: Yeah. I'm a lurker. It's my thing

- - - - -

eliot’s smile and raised eyebrows (x2) at hardison tho

+ he’s also wearing a red flannel with his leather jacket

- - - - -

Hardison: What's the Vezarat?

Eliot: That's the Iranian secret police. And trust me, if they wanted Cyrus, he wouldn't be sitting here talking to us.

Nate: But the Vezarat is still our logical target. So we should check our sources and see if there's a safe house in the area.

Hardison: So we're on this?

Nate: Yeah, well, we were always on this. I just wanted you to explain to me why. (gets up and heads for the Poker Room)

Hardison: You know how I feel about Mind games, Nate. Negatively. What are you looking at, lurker?

ELIOTS SMILE

- - - - -

Sophie: Eliot. Eliot, get rid of it. Ugh!

Eliot: (chuckling) I think he likes you.

Sophie (stands): You're gonna pay for this

eliot: mocks her

sophie: imma get back at you SO HARD and you’re never gonna see it coming

- - - - -

“That’s gonna cost ya” “I gotta dock ya”- hardison and eliot like a million times in this episode

- - - - -

Parker: At the East corner. (pushes vent out and enters the room) For a den of evil spies, this place smells delicious. Hardison, confiscate some pastries. (sits down at computer) Okay, no sign of Cyrus' hardware.

we love seeing parker in vents in her element + CONFISCATE PASTRIES FOR HER

- - - - -

Nate: Any of you ever trimmed a bonsai?

Eliot: Well, you know, I did. I was in Osaka, and I met this Japanese policewoman at a geisha bar....

- - - - -

Parker (to Sophie): Why is Eliot pouring your tea? Hmm? Did you brainwash him again?

Sophie: Mm, neurolinguistic programming. It's amazing what you can do with the power of suggestion. "Sugar." "Squeezed." a few strategic pats on the arm.

(Sophie pats Eliot on the arm and he pours her more tea, then realizes what Sophie has done)

Eliot: Damn it!

Sophie: You owe me for that roach business!

Eliot: Sophie, not again. (walks away)

okay but SHES DONE THIS TO HIM BEFORE LMFAO + a bonus parker and hardison laughing

also parker was eating a plate of pastries so that means thE BOYS GOT SOME FOR HER I LOVE IT

- - - - -

parker and hardison go into the office and be like 👀👀👀 wow he’s lonely

- - - - -

Eliot: Nobody else thinks it's weird that you can just buy anybody's yearbook online?

Hardison: You know, it's real cute, man, how you still believe in privacy

- - - - -

Nate: Here we go. Uh, Mrs. Zavransky, math teacher. Now, I bet if we turn to the cheerleaders... (turns page) Yes. Oh, Mandy. Mandy Babson.

Parker: What does the "DD" Mean?

Eliot: Yeah, right...

Nate: Seriously?

Hardison: Yeah, right. Two scoops of ice cream, just perfect.

she’s baby leave her alone

also bless hardison for not wanting to tarnish her

- - - - -

Parker: Aw, I feel bad for the nerd.

Eliot: Don't feel bad for this guy. Getting bullied in high school Is still no excuse for propping up dictators. He got bulled his whole high-school career. He's not criminal.

Sophie: Um...

Parker: Yeah, he is.

Sophie: Don't think about that.

Eliot: Not a bad criminal.

Hardison: Hey, what makes you think I got bullied in high school?

Eliot: Well, "A," You got a green hornet doll.

Hardison: Well, first of all, it's a limited-edition action figure. Second, it is green lantern. Educate yourself.

Eliot: Wow.

Hardison: Now pay attention. Get it right.

eliot “not a bad criminal” spencer knows that hardison is a good person with solid morals

also, eliot to some extent knows about hardison’s action figues which means that he has either seen them or hardison has told him specifically that he had them. this means that they have had, even if eliot seemed annoyed, some sort of conversations/hardison-talking-at-him-conversations and eliot LISTENED to a certain extend that he was able to recall this

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Nate: Guys, wait, wait. Listen, listen. We got a locker combination, we have a teacher's name, and we have a crush. So, Duberman, he has made his old high school his Roman room.

Parker: Of course.

Nate: "Of course"? What's a Roman room? You have no idea, right? You know—

Parker: Nn.

Nate: You don't have any idea? It's a, it's a memory technique. Each of his passwords corresponds to an object in a space that he's intimately familiar with. In his case, the hallway of his old high school where he kept his locker. Now, if I were to make this bar my Roman room, everything I need to remember is right here. For instance, This, uh... My bank password would be "Balmoor." And my e- mail password would be Fitzy, here.

- - - - -

Parker: Hey. Nate just gave us his passwords.

Hardison: No, but I got all his passwords. You want to see his Netflix queue? He's got, like, every season of "Rockford files" every season of "Sex and the city," That show "Psych”.

chaotic children

- - - - -

Parker: You want to break into the high school? I could do that blindfolded. Yeah let's do it blindfolded.

HER HER HAVE FUN

- - - - -

Hardison: What do you know? Class of '85 has a reunion coming up in 8 months.

Nate: Hmm.

they all smile conspiratorially and eliot’s smile in specific gave me serotonin

- - - - -

(Parker sets up a video camera and walks past a board of photos)

Parker: So many awkward people in so many ugly outfits.

[Interior Van]

Hardison: Yeah, you're lucky you never went to high school. Nothing but heartbreak and homework.

[High School Gym]

Parker: Didn't you go to your prom?

[Interior Van]

Hardison: Uh...I was kind of busy.

[Flashback]

(a teenaged Hardison is sitting at a computer making a transfer from the Bank of Iceland)

Hardison: Looks like the Bank of Iceland's paying off Nana's medical bills. That's dope!

[Interior Van]

Hardison: Good times

- - - - -

Hardison: Besides, I'm sure you already had your high- school fun. Big man on campus. What, quarterback?

[Flashback]

Kid: Come on, Eliot. This is so lame. Quarterbacks do not take Home Ec.

Eliot: I got my reasons.

Kid: Phew! Let's get out of here.

Girl: Eliot, like this. (leans over Eliot, showing her cleavage) Knives are like people. It's all about the context.

[Exterior Dubertech]

Eliot: I had many interests

- - - - -

hardison getting too into the high school drama lmao

- - - - -

Hardison: Not exactly. (looking at information on monitors) She's a hired gun.

[Hallway]

Sophie: An assassin? Nikki’s an assassin?

[Interior Van]

Hardison: Yeah, I guess we weren't the only ones with the bright idea to pose as alumni. This chick's connected to wet work jobs All up and down the East coast. Russian mob, Italian mob. There's a New Zealand mob?

her name is miranda miles *squints at the file on hardison’s computer* bruh no way she’s only 25 ??? they even give her height and weight but I guess that’s how all wanted files go

also in one of the commentaries didn’t they say that she was married to that other assassin ???

- - - - -

(a piece of door falls in and the Vezarat leader looks in)

Vezarat Leader: The health inspector?

Eliot: I'm gonna have to dock you again

LMFAO

also he’s wearing a grey flannel under his jacket

- - - - -

(Eliot knees the leader in the face, then pulls him up and punches him in the head. He turns to duck a blow from the other man and hits him in the head with one of Duberman’s chess trophies)

Eliot: Checkmate.

(Eliot throws the trophy down on the man. Behind him the leader stands up and cracks his neck)

Eliot: Or not.

he did the lil flip thing with the trophy

- - - - -

(Sophie hits Nikki in the head with the extinguisher and takes off her shoes)

Sophie: I always hated cheerleaders.

(Nikki swings several times and Sophie blocks each blow with the extinguisher, hurting Nikki’s wrist)

Sophie: It's mean girls like you that always ruined high school for the rest of us!

Nikki: What the hell are you talking about?

(Nikki kicks but Sophie moves to one side. Nikki tries to punch but Sophie blocks with the extinguisher. Sophie dodges a kick and hits Nikki in the head, then pushes her down and runs away. Nikki grabs her gun and fires after Sophie, missing her)

Nikki: Damn it

- - - - -

Nikki: Now, why would I do that?

(Parker walks forward and tasers Nikki in the neck)

Nikki: Ohh!

Nate: That's why.

(Nikki falls to the ground, convulsing. Parker grabs her legs and starts to pull her away)

Parker: Catering, what a business

we love to see parker tasering people

- - - - -

on today’s edition of things that aren’t weapons that eliot uses as weapons, our guy literally used one of the goons’ bodies to hit another goon and send them both down

what a king

- - - - -

Mandy: Your votes are in for the king and queen of the reunion! And the lucky winner is, Grace Peltz and Drake McIntyre!

Schmitty: Mac attack! Yeah!

(the crowd escorts Nate and Sophie forward)

Nate: Uh, very funny, Hardison.

Hardison: Oh, you think I did this? Naw, man, I don't rig elections. I mean, I could, but...

Sophie: Parker, Was this you?

Parker: (hanging upside down) I didn't even know they had kings and queens in high school

- - - - -

Hardison (looks up): May I have this dance, miss?

(Parker lowers herself on her line and they begin dancing)

Parker: So this is what high school was like, huh?

Hardison: Ah...Pretty much.

Eliot: Hello?

[Exterior Dubertech]

(Eliot walks out of the building as Sloane gets to his feet)

Eliot: Everybody having a good time at the dance? Anybody wonder if Eliot made it out?

(Eliot punches Sloan, who falls back into the bushes)

Eliot: Does anybody wonder if Eliot's alive? Hello?!

[High School Gym]

(the two couples continue to dance as the music plays)

🥰 parker’s feet not touching the floor 🥰

also aww poor eliot someone care about him pls

#leverage #leverage 3.02 #leverage 3x02 #the reunion job #leverage season 3 #season 3 #notable moments #mine

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ticknart · 6 years

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Second Summer: Battle

It was just before noon and the sun was high as four members of Blue Team walked through the forested part of the paintball course. They walked in a diamond formation: Wendy center front, Dipper to her left, Thompson to her right and Grenda behind. Tambry, the fifth member, had been left back at base to guard their flag. As they left, she pulled herself up and into the tree the flag had been tied to.

Dipper thought that it would have been smarter to leave Thompson or Grenda guarding the flag than Tambry. Tambry was small and could hide behind a tree or some brush. Thompson, on the other hand, was a big guy and would be hard to miss when shot at. Grenda was at least six inches shorter than Wendy, but she had broad shoulders and her body rippled with muscle. There was no way either could hide in any setting. Putting a tank in front was a smart move in DD&MoreD, not so much in paintball, though. But Wendy insisted and she appointed herself team captain and Tambry, Thompson, and Grenda didn't argue with her. The only thing Dipper could hope for was that Thompson and Grenda could keep moving silently so he wasn't taken out before they could make their final approach on the Team McAwsome's flag.

Just before the edge of the woods, where the waist high grassy plants started, Wendy held up her hand and stopped. Thompson stopped, dropped to one knee, braced his paintball gun against his shoulder, and scanned the clearing ahead. Grenda scanned the trees around them. Wendy knelt down and waved Dipper over.

"Time for a plan," she said as he knelt down beside her.

Dipper nodded.

"Thompson. Grenda," she hissed, turning to the other members of the team. "Get over here."

Wendy took off the blue and white pine tree cap she wore and ran her fingers through her luxurious auburn hair. Dipper knew that time moved at a constant pace, but he saw her in slow motion and when she turned to him and gave a toothy smile, time froze.

Grenda cleared her throat and touched his shoulder. Time snapped back into place. Thompson settled next to them and asked, "What's the plan?"

Wendy brushed the ground in front of her clear and drew an oval in the dirt. She drew shapes in the oval as she said, "It's been a while since we've played."

Earlier in the summer, Dipper learned that Wendy and her friends had played paintball nearly every week since school started in the fall. They went to the course1, rented guns and gear then spent a few hours blasting away. Sometimes they played three-on-three, rotating the roster each time. Sometimes they all played together against another team. But with summer came parents insisting on jobs, visits from out of town family, or going on family vacations. This was the first time they played this summer and might be the only time.

"I've been thinking about the games we played during school," she said. "Robbie likes to put the flag somewhere where he can keep everything contained. Some place easy to defend. Somewhere that'll force us to go in one at a time. The easiest place to defend is here." She pointed the stick at a square near the top of the oval. "The Shed2."

"What's The Shed?" asked Dipper.

"It's four walls, a door, and a couple of windows," said Thompson. "It's usually a good place to catch your breath and regroup."

"Do you think it's where Robbie would put the flag?" asked Wendy.

"Absolutely," said Thompson. "He's wanted to before, but we always stopped him because it seemed unsportsmanlike."

"Maybe Nate and Lee stopped him again," said Wendy.

"Not with Mabel there," Dipper said.

"That girl loves to win," said Grenda.

Dipper nodded, "She does."

"Okay," said Wendy, placing a leaf in the square, "there's where the flag is. He's gonna want at least one person the--"

Thompson brought his gun to his shoulder and scanned the field in front of them. "False alarm," he said, lowering his gun.

"Lee and Nate," said Wendy to Dipper and Grenda, "like to stick together. Lee's fast, but doesn't really aim before he shoots. Nate's not as fast, but he's a decent shot when he's on the move."

"He's not so great when he's standing still, though," said Thompson.

"Neither are you," said Wendy, playfully punching him in the arm.

"But I make a great mobile shield," he said, grinning.

Wendy grinned back before saying, "So, Nate and Lee will probably be together scouting around for us." She dropped two pebbles into the oval and drew a circular arrow away from them. "Robbie, on the other hand, likes to hide and wait for people to come to him. I bet he'll be waiting in the Shed."

"Probably," said Thompson as Wendy dropped a pebble in the square.

She looked at Dipper and Grenda and asked, "What do you two think Mabel and Candy will do?"

"Mabel's too unpredict--," Dipper said, but was interrupted by Grenda.

"Candy's a crack shot."

Dippers jaw dropped. Before today, he couldn't have imagined Candy holding a gun, let alone being good with one. Of all the people invited to play, she was the only one he thought would say no. She was so shy and seemed too gentle for a game with guns. Even fake guns. He supposed that he didn't know Mabel's friends very well, even though they had come on the tourist trap trip last summer.

"What do you mean she's a crack shot?" asked Wendy.

"I mean that she always hits the target, even if she misses the bullseye," Grenda said.

Thompson and Wendy looked unconvinced.

"Guys," said Grenda, "I'm serious. I've been to the shooting range with her and her parents a few times. When she steps up to the line, the whole place goes quiet. Everyone watches her. She once shot a hole through a quarter at 75 yards. Dead center. I was there. The place shook because everyone cheered so loud. If she wasn't so shy, she would win trap shooting competitions. She could be a modern day Annie Oakley."

Everything Grenda said sounded impressive to Dipper, but he wasn't sure how much of that was true. Shooting traps? How would you shoot a trap? What did they do, set up a bear trap and try to set it off with a bullet? Traps were supposed to shoot at you, not the other way around.

"Assuming that's all true," said Wendy, carefully.

"It is true," Grenda said, looking flushed.

"Okay, then where do you think she'd be?"

"If she has a say, she'd be on the highest point she can get to with the clearest view."

"That's probably on top of The Shed," said Thompson.

Wendy drew a small rectangle overlapping The Shed and dropped a pebble in it. "What about Mabel?" she asked, looking at Dipper.

"There's no way to know," he said. "She's too unpredictable. She hears a plan. She agrees to the plan. She starts following the plan. When she gets bored or frustrated she makes things interesting again by doing whatever she thinks is the most fun."

"She's not--" Grenda started to say before she paused and said, "yeah, that sounds like her."

"The only kind of gun she's ever shot is a squirt gun, though," Dipper said. "So I don't think she'll be a very good shot."

Dipper had at least shot BB guns with scouts. He knew how to aim properly. Of course, shooting BB guns at a scout day camp, having all the time you need to aim before carefully squeezing the trigger, was probably a lot different from shooting a paintball gun on the run. At day camp they taught him to slow his breathing and take his time. He didn't think that advice carried over into real combat.

Dropping a fifth pebble into the oval and drawing squiggly lines around it, Wendy said, "I guess that's something." She frowned at the map on the ground.

"What's the plan, boss?" asked Thompson, again.

"We split up," she said. "Two pairs. We go in opposite directions." She drew two arrows near the base of the oval, one curving to the left and the other to the right. "We stick to the tree line and meet on the other side of the clearing."

"Won't that put us awfully close to the Shed?" asked Grenda.

"Once the Shed's in view, go back into the trees. Try to stay out of sight. Okay?" Everyone nodded and Wendy continued, "Dipper and Grenda, you go that way." She pointed to the right. "Me and Thompson'll go that way. Remember, this is a scout, so keep your eyes and ears open and sharp, but if you get the chance, take 'em out."

Everyone stood.

Thompson brought his paintball gun up to his shoulder, ready for action. Wendy kept hers at her side, but Dipper could tell that she would be ready for action in a fraction of a second. She was like a tiger, calm and cool before pouncing for the kill.

"Good luck," said Wendy, "and give 'em hell."

Dipper watched as the pair headed out. He wondered why he couldn't have been paired with Wendy. Yes, he was inexperienced, but that meant he'd try harder. He'd do whatever she wanted-- no, needed him to do.

While playing paintball, of course.

"Come on," Grenda said, in her rough and husky voice. "We should get moving."

He turned around to follow Grenda, wondering if he had done something wrong. What could he have done to make Wendy choose Thompson over him. Life would be a lot easier if people had thought balloons hanging over their heads3, like in his dad's old comics. If he could, then he'd always understand the whys and then make new choices the next time. Better choices.

"You like her," said Grenda in a singsong voice.

"What?! Who?"

"Wendy."

"Of course, she's, like, one of my best friends."

"No, you LIKE her like her."

Dipper blushed. Was he that obvious?

"You don't need to worry about it," she said. "I think I'm the only one who noticed."

"Yeah, thanks," he said, sighing, "I'm supposed to be over her, you know?"

"Really? Why?"

"Last summer we sat down and had a talk. She told me that she liked me but..." He really didn't want to talk about that. "You know? And I sort of let her think that my crush on her went away."

Grenda rolled her eyes and said, "She never believed you."

"Of course she did. She would have said something."

"After your talk, did you ever watch her from a distance and then turn away because you thought you might have been looking too long?"

He didn't answer.

"Did you ever laugh a little too hard and too long at one of her jokes?"

He refused to answer.

"Did you ever babble away at her because--"

"That's not fair," he said, looking at her. "I babble when I'm nervous. I do it around everyone."

She looked down at him, digging though his eyes and into his soul, and asked, "Did you ever 'accidentally' touch her and let your hand linger before jerking it away?"

Dipper stopped walking and said, "I am such an idiot."

"Well, you are a boy," she said, laughing.

"What have I done? What's going to happen?"

Grenda put her giant, but gentle, hand on his shoulder and sighed. "You didn't do anything. Nothings going to change. If she didn't like you, she'd just pretend you didn't exist. You wouldn't be out here playing paintball."

"I guess."

"Well, I know," she said.

"Thanks."

"What do you like about her? You don't like her just because she's pretty, right?"

He thought for a bit and said, "I mean, she's beautiful and that's the first thing I knew about her, but it doesn't matter anymore, you know?"

Grenda's eyes were big and wet as she looked at him.

"Wendy has this way of looking at the world. She sees it all. She knows how serious things can be, but she still finds things that are funny or fun. She can climb a pine tree using only her belt and use the top of the tree to catapult herself to another. If something goes wrong, she's the first to face it and the last to run because she makes sure everyone else is safe first. She makes a platform on a roof become the most special place in the world. She looks at me and doesn't see just some noodly armed little kid. She never treated me like a little kid. She sees me," he said, tapping his chest.

Grenda, sniffling, wrapped him in her huge, comforting arms and said, "It's like a tragic love story. The only thing keeping you apart is the love you have for each other4."

"If you say so," he said into her shoulder.

She let him go and they walked along together in silence. Dipper looked around him, but he wasn't paying attention. He thought about Wendy and himself. Was their friendship any different now that it was before he knew that she knew? Him knowing that she knew that he still had a crush on her shouldn't change anything with her, if he didn't act weirder than usual, because she didn't know that he knew that she knew. What would she do, though, if she knew that he knew that she knew? He felt like screaming. There was no answer unless he talked to her and if he talked to her not only would she know he knows, but he'd also confirm his crush to her. There was no way he wouldn't come out of this feeling like he was four years old again.

To move his brain away from the spiral into the dark abyss he asked, "How are things with that, uh, prince?"

"He's a prince in my heart, but in reality he's only a baron."

"Okay, baron then. Are you still together?"

"We sure are. He wouldn't know what to do without me and if any girl hits on him, he shows them my picture and they back off." She flexed her muscles.

"Isn't the long distance thing hard?"

"Sure, sometimes, but we Flusprech5 almost every night. He flew me and my family over to Austria for Christmas and then he came to visit us here at Easter. Plus," she said with a mischievous grin, "he knows I'm a playa." She waggled her eyebrows at him and when his face turned bright red she laughed. "Dipper, you're too easy."

"And it hasn't helped my love life at all," he said.

She laughed harder.

Suddenly, paintballs flew out of the grass at them. One hit Dipper in the arm -- It hurt! -- but bounced off without breaking. The rest missed.

Mabel popped up from below the grass line, shouted "DIE MUPPET SCUM!" and fired wildly again.

Dipper and Grenda had their guns up and fired back. Everyone missed. BB guns hadn't prepared Dipper to fire a paintball gun. Not at all.

At the pause in gunfire, Mabel said, "Well, good-bye." and took off running. Grenda and Dipper glanced at each other then chased after her. Grenda, with her longer legs and the fact that she actually exercised, unlike Dipper, pulled ahead of of him and gained on Mabel. As she brought her gun up to fire, Grenda fell, disappearing below the weeds.

"Are you okay," Dipper said, as he approached.

"Gopher hole," she said. "I'm fine. Keep going and get her. I'll catch up."

He didn't answer as he sped by her.

"You’ll never take me alive, copper!" he heard Mabel cry out. Then she laughed: a horrible, witchy cackle.

He was going to get her.

In front of them, he could see The Shed. He had to get to her before she got inside. He pushed himself harder as they approached the little building. He raised his gun. His finger rested on the trigger, ready to squeeze. She was his.

Six paintballs exploded at Dippers feet.

He skidded to a stop and dropped down to try and hide in the grass. Mabel ran into The Shed. He wanted to let out an angry shout, but that would only give her reason to start teasing him so he made a mistake. With his gun raised, he scanned the area in front of the little building. The barrel of a gun hung out the window near the doorway. He could see it, but was pretty sure that the person holding the gun couldn't see him. Was it Mabel, or was someone in there with her?

The Shed was exactly as Thompson had described it: four walls, a door, and a couple of windows. He didn't talk about how it was covered in all colors of paint, though. Briefly, Dipper wondered if he could shoot paint balls at a canvass and sell it as art. If he could, it would be a good way to make lots of money.

"That was just a warning shot," Candy called down from the roof. He saw the bright orange tip of her paint ball gun hanging over the edge and the oversized goggles covering her eyes. "I don't want to hurt you, Dipper," she said.

"Why?" he called back up to her.

"I thought you could join us." She got up on her knees, raised the goggles up to her forehead, and re-aimed her gun at him. "Join the winning side and be with me." That last word hung in the air before she added, "And your sister and the others."

"Shut up and shoot him already!" Robbie hollered. He was the one in the window. "We don't need him on our team!"

Candy ignored him and said, "You have a choice, Dipper. What will it be?"

"I won't betray my team!" he called back and shot at her.

He heard a clunk as she dropped back onto the roof.

"That was your last mistake!" She fired.

Time slowed as he dropped to his belly. Time slowed without Wendy being near. He liked slow time better when Wendy was around. If only because he wasn't being shot at.

A large shape charged between him and the incoming paintballs.

"Grenda! Nooooo!" Candy shouted. "What have I done!?"

Candy was back on her knees. Dipper rose back onto his knees. He aimed, pulled the trigger several times, and fired at her. Three blue splatters appeared on her chest plate. She dropped her gun onto the roof.

"Grenda?" he said, rolling her onto her back. "Why did you do that?"

She was covered in a dozen red splatters. How had Candy hit her so many times so quickly?

"I had to," she said. "You need to be with your lady love."

"What?"

"Go," she said, pushing him away from her, "run to your lady love. Be with her. Protect each other."

Dipper stood and started to run, in a wide arc, around The Shed.

"And don't be angry with me," Grenda called out to him, "because I'm going to tell Candy everything you told me once she's off the roof."

He briefly turned around and fired at the now sitting Grenda. He was too frustrated to hit anywhere near her, but he did add some paint to The Shed. It needed a little more blue on that side.

As he approached the tree line, he slowed and whipped his whole body around, gun stock in his shoulder. He wanted to make sure he could get a few shots off if Mabel or Robbie had followed. He didn't see anyone, but continued to walk backward.

After he was a few yards into the trees, he relaxed a little. He had to keep going. Now that Grenda was taken out, he needed to find Thompson and Wendy. If he couldn't find them, he'd head back to the blue flag and wait with Tambry for the eminent attack.

A short walk later, he saw Wendy coming toward him. Her back faced the tree line.

"Wendy," he called to her.

She spun around and fired several shots before she recognized him. Fortunately, he had just walked behind a tree or he would have been covered in blue paint.

He peeked out from behind the tree and caught her eye.

"Dipper," she said, running his direction. "I'm so sorry. I'm a little jumpy."

"What happened?" he asked. "Where's Thompson?"

"Thompson's gone, man. Lee got him in the back. Lee was really angry, too. I guess he didn't like seeing Nate get brought down in a hail of paint balls. I took out Lee after that. Is Grenda with you?"

"No," he said, removing his hat and placing it over his heart, "she took a shot for me. Came out of nowhere and got splattered. It was a good death, for a warrior."

Wendy pulled her cap off and placed it over her heart and said, "Thompson, too. May they reap all the rewards among the honored dead in Valhalla6."

"I don't know," said Dipper settling his hat back on his head, "all the Pitt Cola lights were flashing on the machine. It might be out of drinks."

"What did you learn on your scout?"

He stood at attention and said, "Mabel ambushed us and we chased her to The Shed. Candy sniped at me from the roof, but after she accidentally shot Grenda, I got her."

"Robbie?" she asked, pacing in front of him.

"He was in there with Mabel. He complained about how Candy was playing the game."

"So, they're both waiting for us to attack."

"Robbie's probably in there, but I don't know about Mabel. She could be looking for us, or she could be headed for our flag."

"Is there anyway we can tell if she's with Robbie?"

"I have an idea that might work, but we'll have to get close."

"Good. If she's going for the flag, Tambry will take her down. Let's go."

On this side of the clearing The Shed could be seen easily. They were far enough that they couldn't be hit if shot at through the window, but close enough that someone standing inside the gloomy building could clearly see Wendy and Dipper. They were also close enough that they would be heard if they shouted.

Dipper cupped his hands around his mouth and cried out, "Mabel! I spoke with Waddles earlier today! He said he didn't love you anymore! He wants to live with Abuelita because she has better and more sparkly make-up!"

A body tried to dive out the window, but got snagged, either on her sweater or by Robbie. It didn't matter, though, she wasn't going any farther.

"You take that back!" yelled Mabel, still struggling to get out. "Waddles does to love me! He'd never leave me just because I have less make-up!"

"Looks like she's in there," said Wendy.

"Sure does," said Dipper. "What's the plan?"

"You run to the left side," she said, pointing, "and I'll go right. Keep out of sight and close to the wall. We'll meet at the door."

"Okay."

"Go," said Wendy and the both started running.

Mabel wasn't hanging out the window anymore, but as he approached The Shed he heard bangs and thumps.

"Stop struggling," he heard Robbie say.

"I gotta get out of here and get that monkey nugget eating brother of mine."

"I can get you free if you just. Stop! STRUGGLING!"

Dipper slid around the corner and crept under the window on his side of the building. There were more thumps and bangs. One of the guns went off.

"YOU ALMOST HIT ME!"

"YOU KICKED THE GUN!"

"IT'S YOUR GUN!"

Dipper approached the next corner and eased himself around it. He saw Wendy slide around hers. They both moved silently until they stood next to the doorway.

Wendy grinned at him from across the way and whispered, "You didn't see Lefors in there did you?"

It was from the movie they'd watched together last night. One of the rare ones that was so good it was good.

"Look, kid," said Robbie, "why don't you take a look out the window, see if they're still there and I'll get you free."

"Lefors?" asked Dipper. "No, why?"

"For a moment there," she said, "I thought we were in trouble."

She raised three fingers and ticked them down. Three... Two... One...

"ROBBIE, THEY'RE NOT THERE. THEY'RE NOT THERE, ROBBIE!"

On no fingers, they rose, turned toward the entrance, and started firing as they stepped through the doorway together.

Most Excellent Scandinavian Paintball Experience is the paintball course just outside of Gravity Falls. It was founded by an extended family of immigrant from Mexico who claimed that they wanted to "smash the stereotype" by opening something other than a food truck that sells Americanized Mexican food.

In a statement, overheard at Gravity Falls High School, one of the children from the family said, "Truth is that my parents and aunts and uncles suck ass at cooking anything that doesn't come in a box with a packet of sauce." ↩︎

The Shed is actually named Abu Ghraib, but many patrons of Most Excellent Scandinavian Paintball Experience find the name insensitive and refuse to use it. The owners of Most Excellent Scandinavian Paintball Experience refuse to take the name off of the official map. Civilian veterans' support groups occasionally picket. ↩︎

While not strictly people, the mumarian lemurs, discovered by Stanford and Stanley Pines in the Aleutian Islands on their second trip of exploration and named after the lost continent of Mu, do project their thoughts in balloon-like bubbles above their heads. These projections are often simple, static images expressing desires or emotions. Occasionally, there is motion in these images.

At this time, no hypothesis has been formed for why some images depict motion. Mating had just begun at the time of the Pines's arrival. After only 36 hours on the island, even Stanley Pines became too uncomfortable to observe any longer. ↩︎

"The only thing keeping them apart is the love they have for each other" is the tagline for an after school special, titled "Hungry for Love" and produced in the mid 1970s, that still runs on Gravity Falls's local access channel once a month. The special warns of the dangers of illegal drug use by drawing a connection from the use of illegal drugs to cannibalism. In the special, the lead characters fall in love, but individually decide that they must keep themselves away from the other because of the fear that the extreme need to devour human flesh would be stronger than their love. The special ends with the two having quit drugs and sitting in class staring hungrily at each other.

"Hungry for Love" is considered to be one of the most successful of the after school specials because when crime statistics were reviewed six weeks after it aired there were no reports of drug related cannibalism. ↩︎

Flusprech is an Austrian video chat application. The defining feature of this app is the algorithm that detects small talk and immediately drops the chat. People from most nations who have used Flusprech have a difficult time adjusting to this feature. The majority of the German population have strongly embraced the app, praising effectiveness of the algorithm, even though it reinforces a strongly believed German stereotype. ↩︎

Valhalla: Snack, Bar, and Grill is the snack bar at Most Excellent Scandinavian Paintball Experience. On weekends it serves a wide variety of best authentic Scandinavian sausages Minnesota produces, with mashed potatoes, which come from flakes in a box. On non-holiday weekdays the selection is limited to leftover cold sausages or sandwiches made on the premises. Few who eat the sandwiches have returned to play paintball again. ↩︎

#Gravity Falls #Wendy Corduroy #Dipper Pines #Mabel Pines #Thompson #Grenda Grendinator #Candy Chiu #Robbie Valentino #wendip #wendipper #wendip week #wendip week 2018 #battle #Second Summer #Alliterative Association #I'll be back on Friday for moving in with each other.#fanfic

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Annette “Lady” Margaret Grant -- Character Sheet

saturday night she's rockin' out by the bonfire / foot hangin' from that tail gate and crankin' up the dial / come sunday mornin' she'll be singing with the choir / drivin' me crazy with that kiss me smile

there's a little bit of devil in her angel eyes / she's a little bit of heaven with a wild side / got a rebel heart a country mile wide

Archetype — The Innocent Birthday — September 5, 1995 Zodiac Sign — Virgo MBTI — INFJ Enneagram — 3; the Achiever Temperament — Melancholic Hogwarts House — Slythpuff Moral Alignment — Neutral Good Primary Vice — Gluttony Primary Virtue — Charity Element — Air

Overview:

Mother — Kathleen “Katie Erin” (nee Miller) (48) (FC: Valerie Bertinelli) Father — James Clancey Grant the III (50) (FC: Hugh Grant) Mother’s Occupation — homemaker Father’s Occupation — judge, holds seat on city council Family Finances — well off, not super rich but definitely comfortable Birth Order — eldest Brothers — James Clancey Grant the IV (2, birthday: September 10, 2015) Sisters — none Other Close Family — Aunt Sarah (Jim’s sister) (47) (FC: Mädchen Amick); Grandma (Margaret Grant) (paternal grandmother); Grandpa (James Clancey Grant the II) (paternal grandfather); Grammy (Annette Miller) (maternal grandmother); Grampy (Robert Miller) (maternal grandfather); Uncle Robert Miller the II, Aunt Rose Miller, cousins: Robert the III (28) (wife: Allison, kids: Ronald (5), Nicholas (2)), Zachariah (24) (wife: Betsy, kids: Mary (1)), Jessica (20), Margaret (16); Uncle Nate Miller, Aunt Rachel Miller, cousins: Sarah Beth (25) (husband: Kevin Lund, kids: Matthew (1)), Andrew (24), Marisol (23); Uncle Josh Miller, Aunt Tina Miller, cousins: George (21), Martin (18) Best Friend — Constance Gutting (Kelly Marie Tran) (lowkey ex-girlfriend), Elizabeth Haynes, Nancy Boyd (sorority sisters); Jenny North and Kimberly O’Neill (best childhood friends) Other Friends — Aleatra (sorority chapter president), Adele, Margaret, Angela, Michelle, Debra (other sorority sisters) Enemies — rival sororities, Don Barker (ex who leaked nudes) Pets — none at the present time :( had a cocker spaniel back home named Precious and a chestnut quarter horse named King. Home Life During Childhood — it was good, her parents have a bit of a strained relationship, but overall kept up appearances around Lady, and she was definitely spoiled. When she turned 16, they told her the truth about being adopted, but Lady just kind of--elected to ignore it, at least on the surface. What did it matter? Her parents still loved her and everything. Things only got tense when her mom got pregnant. Her father is warm, but he’s also very serious and gone a lot, works long hours. Especially when she was a kid because he was a lawyer--he only recently graduated to judge. Her mom and her were really close until she got pregnant. Town or City Name(s) — Born in: Rincón, Puerto Rico; grew up in Atlanta, Georgia; specifically Ansley Park. What Did His or Her Bedroom Look Like — She’s had the same bedroom her whole life and has changed many times. But, it was always pretty organized. Soft pastel colors. It has a mural on one wall of rolling hills and a sunrise, that her mother painted when they were working on the adoption papers. The room is decorated to match those colors--pinks and yellows and reds. Any Sports or Clubs — She did softball in middle school, rode horses basically her whole life. Was on the newspaper for her high school. Was her class’ treasurer. Did a lot of charity work. Favorite Toy or Game — Is excellent at lots of board games--Clue and Monopoly are the ones she absolutely crushes at. Schooling — Private Catholic school for basically her entire life until college. Did well. Hardworker. Her grades slipped a little after she found out she was adopted, but she brought them up again quickly. Favorite Subject — English. Popular or Loner — Popular, but softspoken. A follower, not a leader. Important Experiences or Events — Finding out she was adopted. Her first boyfriend (when she was sixteen, his name was Patrick Banks, they broke up pretty amicably.) Her first girlfriend (Constance, was her sorority sister. They kept their relationship a secret. Broke up because Constance wanted to go #public.) Her nudes getting leaked. (By her boyfriend, who she broke up with after he showed up at the sorority house drunk one time, Don Barker. They sued him. (Part of her still loves him, because what they had was ~real.)) Nationality — American. She was just born in Rincón, Puerto Rico, but adopted within a year, and she doesn’t consider herself Puerto Ricanf. Culture — Southern American Religion and beliefs — Republican. Catholic.

Physical Appearance:

Face Claim — Denise Bidot Complexion — Dark, olive-y toned skin. Hair Colour — Dark, dark brown, but she’s dyed it before. Eye Colour — Brown Height — 5’11 Build — Curvy Tattoos — None Piercings — Ears Common Hairstyle — Long and wavy Clothing Style — Keeps up with the modern trends but errs on the conservative side of things Mannerisms — Talks with her hands. Nods a lot. Usual Expression —

Health:

Overall (do they get sick easily)? — Pretty hardy, only gets colds and such. Physical Ailments — None Neurological Conditions — None Allergies — None Grooming Habits — Very good. Uses face masks/hair masks. All good high-brow products for her makeup and lotion and stuff like that. Sleeping Habits — Sleeps pretty well. Can’t sleep in. Gets up at 8 almost every morning. Eating Habits — Eats pretty healthily, she’s pretty aware of her weight and doesn’t really like to eat around others except for small things. Which always made her family get-togethers hard. But, she definitely loves her Southern food. Exercise Habits — Does yoga. Goes for walks every morning. Is pretty in-shape. I give her a 6/10. Emotional Stability — Pretty good. She does the whole conceal, don’t feel thing. But she also tries to just push through things. Body Temperature — Runs a little hot. Sociability — She’s kind of nervous and quiet for the most part, a follower, not a leader. But, if she gets the hint of something she’s curious about she doesn’t let it go. Addictions — Sweet tea? Drug Use — None, usually. Has smoked pot before. Has done Molly. Alcohol Use — Binge drinks, but not often.

Your Character’s Character:

Bad Habits — doesn’t speak up for herself, timid, follower, too curious Good Habits — very courteous, also curious, kind, warm Best Characteristic — her curiosity Worst Characteristic — letting herself get pushed around Worst Memory — her break up with her girlfriend, Constance, and her boyfriend, Don--her photos getting leaked. Best Memory — getting inducted into Phi Mu Proud of — her status in Phi Mu Embarrassed by — her leaked nudes, her weight, the fact that she’s adopted. Driving Style — excellent driver, usually the DD for her friends, has a clean record. Strong Points — loyal, kind Temperament — mild, so mild, the most mild, even if she gets bothered, it is hard to annoy her. Attitude — very southern and charming, of course. Weakness — doing whatever people say Fears — that people won’t like her for who she is Phobias — doesn’t like the dark, or snakes, or spiders Secrets — she’s adopted, she is still in love with Don, she actually doesn’t want to be such a Good Girl, is resentful of her brother Regrets — breaking up with Constance/Don, Feels Vulnerable When — people talk about her weight or appearance or what she’s eating, etc, etc Pet Peeves — people who are rude Conflicts — wanting to break out and be rebellious v being afraid Motivation — to prove herself Short Term Goals and Hopes — explore Swynlake and all it has to offer Long Term Goals and Hopes — get married, settle down, start a life Sexuality — bisexual (closeted) Day or Night Person — day person, definitely Introvert or Extrovert — introverted, for sure Optimist or Pessimist — a little bit of both? I’d say more of an optimist for others, pessimist for herself

Likes and Styles:

Music — Country, of course! Loves Dixie Chicks, Lady Antebellum, Garth Brooks, Dierks Bentley. Both the more recent stuff and oldies. Though, she also loves some good pop music and more folky stuff too. She finds rap to be offensive and too “urban” and can’t understand why anyone would listen to something like that. Same with heavier stuff like rock’n’roll or screamo, etc, etc. Anything that shocks or offends is definitely not Lady’s cup of tea. She will go out of the way to listen to the clean versions of songs and I think that says a lot about her. Books — Gone with the Wind is her favorite. Her favourite book as a child was “Because of Winn-Dixie”; A Streetcar Named Desire, loves Pat Conroy and Nicholas Sparks. Also enjoys some Flannery O’Connor. Also enjoys In Cold Blood. Magazines — Oprah’s Magazine, The New Yorker, InStyle, Vogue, Country Living, Vanity Fair, The Weekly Standard, The American Conservative--she has a bit of a magazine addiction. Foods — Lady is very conscious about what she puts in her body. She’s certainly not vegetarian or a health nut, but she tries to balance herself. Though, that is hard to do with all the delicious Southern food. She loves ribs and barbecue and coleslaw and baked beans. Mashed potatoes and gravy. Chicken wings. And she absolutely adores sweets! She loves lemon drops and keeps boxes on her pretty much all the time. Drinks — Sweet tea, of course! Lady’s blood, she’s pretty sure, is sweet tea at this point. Chick-fil-a is the second best sweet tea to the one she makes at home and she used to go and get one almost every day. She was addicted. She’s gonna hate not having Chick-fil-a in Swynlake, or England really at all. Animals — Lady isn’t too much a fan of animals. She likes cute ones--dogs and cats and horses, but hates animals like rats/mice or possums. She believes they’re vermin that should be killed and dealt with. Hates snakes. Hates raccoons. Really she dislikes more animals than she likes probably. Sports — road horses, did softball when younger. Social Issues — right-leaning, is pro-life, things the gays shouldn’t get married (at least, outwardly, she’s still accepting that part of herself), is kind of afraid of people who seem “middle eastern” or uh like y’know just kind of in general American racist. You know. (Which is ironic bc she’s Mexican/Kuwaiti.) Favorite Saying — “After all, tomorrow is another day.” -- Scarlett O’Hara Color — Bright colors! Pinks and blues and reds and yellows--as long as it is bright! She also loves pastels, they are classic when it comes to fashion. Baby blues and powder pinks. She wears a lot of more neutral clothing too, but it is bright colors that make her the happiest and she will almost never be caught in something like black! Clothing — Her favorite stuff is her white dress for most Phi Mu events. Also loves her straw hats. Definitely a fan of her cowboy boots. She tends to dress modern/Southern. Owns way too much Lilly Pulitzer, probably. Jewelry — Her necklace of pearls is her favorite and she wears them to all special occasions. She wears jewelry to accessorize otherwise, but it’s usually costume jewelry. Websites — tumblr, instagram are her big ones TV Shows — Heartland, Pretty Little Liars, Gilmore Girls, Golden Girls, Gossip Girl (do you see the pattern here?) Movies — Gone with the Wind, of course, is a Southern classic. She also loves Under the Tuscan Sun. All Nicholas Sparks movies. Secret Life of Bees. Forrest Gump. Also loves musicals--loved La La Land when it came out and loves Wicked, Phantom of the Opera, etc. Not too sure about Hamilton. Some of the songs are good, but she doesn’t understand the hype. Greatest Want — to fit in somewhere Greatest Need — to accept herself

Where and How Does Your Character Live Now:

Home — She lives with her Aunt Sarah. She hates it. Household furnishings — Pretty modern. Nothing special. Favorite Possession — Her journals. Most Cherished Possession — Her pearls, they were her great grandmother’s. (Her older cousin Sarah Beth was pissed that Lady got them and she didn’t.) Neighborhood — Tortuga Place. Town or City Name — Swynlake Married Before — No. Significant Other Before — Patrick Banks, Constance Gutting, Don Barker Children — None Relationship with Family — A little strained, atm, but overall pretty good. Car — She had a black Chevy Sonic (2015) but not anymore. Career — Journalist for the Swynlake Squire. Dream Career — Journalist for Vogue or InStyle Dream Life — Married, writing a fashion blog, two kids, a dog. Love Life — Pretty nonexistent. Talents or Skills — Excellent writer, very organized, very good at taking care of people. Intelligence Level — Quite smart, rather intelligent. Finances — Cut off, currently. Makes a meager wage at the Squire.

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