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As promised - it is September 2, and I have therefore posted the first chapter of a new work! Happy second anniversary of the day I posted the first chapter of FWJB.

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Actual words I just wrote in my own hand:

“You said ‘Mart-World is really close to home’ twice in your list, bro. That’s double dipping and we aren’t Dippers.”

Aka, I just wrote 8 pages out in two hours and didn’t even notice until my hand cramped and I counted, and I’ve got the whole first act of this story and how to do it completely clear in my mind and I’ve got like three outlines I’ve made in the past couple of days and yeah. 09/02/2023, there shall be a-publishing something new!

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My cruddy internet connection stopped working well enough to support the work platform, so I went back to typing these drafts, and...eugh. Chapter 24, y'all. Chapter 24. I just made myself cry. Part of me is worried people will be like, "that doesn't make sense for that to happen" and that will be the downfall of the whole dang thing, but if I'm tearing up, I suspect there's an excellent chance everyone else will also just follow suit instead.

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Chapter one yesterday, chapter two today...do not expect this update schedule to continue indefinitely, lol.

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Writings from 3am

As the title indicates...sometime in the night, I got up, feeling compelled to write out a little scene that doesn't have a proper story to go with it. It's minimally edited for coherency here. If you haven't read my fic Interproximal Gradations (third in the For Want of a Jailbreak trilogy) on Ao3, then none of this will make any sense whatsoever, as Quattro and Stan are referring to events from the last three or four chapters of that story; specifically, this occurs sometime after the end of chapter 26, which itself takes place after a ten-year time skip. It...probably won't make that much sense even with that context in mind, to be honest, but it'll make marginally more sense than it would without said context.

All clear as mud? Great. Here's the thing:

Stan sat alone at the kitchen table, smoking a cigar and laying out cards for a game of solitaire. He didn’t look up when Quattro – carefully; he hadn’t yet gotten around to repairs to his suit since the shootout with the feds – sat down, but he did speak.

“No,” he said.

“No, what?”

“No, there’s nothing significant about me playing solitaire right after my brother’s funeral.”

Quattro nodded slowly. “Right,” he said, not bothering to attempt to sound sincere. He remembered the day his brother had died, and what he’d said after he’d finally been forced to accept the reality of the situation, at least as well as Stan did, if not better: I guess I should pick a different name now, huh? Mine doesn’t really make any sense anymore. I guess I’m just Solo. He would bet his best wig that the reference was deliberate on Stan's part. "Sure there isn’t.”

Seconds passed, and the sound of the kitchen clock ticking them away was the only thing that interrupted the silence.

"How's the leg?" Stan asked finally.

"A few minutes at the auto shop and it'll be fine." Quattro shrugged. "I've told you, I don't really feel things anymore. I'm not sure if I would even if I took off my suit...maybe. Who knows." Half his trouble had been that it had been so long since he'd consciously felt anything that the impact had thrown him for a loop; before that, he had honestly thought he no longer sensed contact with his person ‘naturally’ at all. He had no intention of taking his suit off just to test the limits of his probably-atrophied sense of touch, though. Instead, he cleared his throat and added, “you know I’m going to kill him, if I ever get the chance."

Stan grunted in acknowledgment, showing no signs he found this shift in topic at all strange. “Know you’re gonna try,” he conceded.

Quattro nodded and thought he might have smiled, bitterly, behind his mask. “Because we both also know you’re going to try to stop me.”

“Yep.”

“Even though it’s his fault we just buried the last family either of us has besides each other.”

“No we didn't. Mabel’s still out there, somewhere, and I’ve heard you call Soos your brother with my own ears.” Stan pointed to one of the ears in question to illustrate, as if Quattro could have possibly missed them. “Plus, Dipper’s still part of the family. He might not want to be, and you might not want him to be, and I might even ring his bell for being an idiot and a fed and especially a fedidiot if he walked in here right now, but he’s still family.”

“If you want to get technical about it, I guess he’s sort of my father,” Quattro agreed. “In a...weird, Dr. Frankenstein-y kind of way. Except he’s the one who’s gotten to wander around the world and do whatever he wanted to do all these years like the Monster, and I’m the one who gets to watch everyone I care about die whenever he’s around. You might outlive me, but Soos? Mabel? Everyone else?”

Stan’s hands had gone very still on his cards. “What do you mean, I might outlive you?”

Quattro looked at him closely for a moment to see if he was joking, but he didn’t look like he was. Did he really think, then, that Quattro somehow hadn’t noticed that….

“You haven’t aged a day since the end of the apocalypse, Stan. Do you really think anyone believes that’s a coincidence?”

The silence turned sullen before Stan finally removed his cigar from his mouth. "That damn lizard."

“Your friend the blind lizard god’s never spoken to me in my life,” Quattro assured him. “It’s just that I do have eyes. Sort of. See?” He reached up and removed his outer mask, revealing his real face for a moment. “Time’s been messed up in this town since the world un-ended, but most of the people kept getting older. Including your identical twin. But not me - “ he pointed to the perpetually twelve-year-old visage normally hidden behind his mask – “and not you.”

Stan squinted at him, clearly trying to tell if he was bluffing – and then, to Quattro’s surprised, laughed.

“Paper boys,” he announced, “have no business being as sharp as you, kid. Scissors are supposed to be one of your natural enemies, aren’t they?”

“Not so much while I’m wearing this,” said Quattro, gesturing toward his artificial body as he reattached his mask. “So – what did they do to you, anyway? And why?”

Stan sighed. “Bozo the Lizard God said that his brother made it hard for him – Bozo, I mean – to see me,” he said. “Said that looking at me made him feel like he’d gotten drunk on a trampoline. No-Eyes then said – something, I don’t remember exactly – but that it had something to do with Bozo spending too much time in the underworld. Nobody told me this, but I’m guessing...from that, and from some other stuff I've put together, I’m guessing that the way No-Eyes kept me alive was by making it...really hard for your standard-issue death gods and death angels and all those kinds of things to see where I am too clearly.” Stan chuckled grimly. “And I even think I know why he did it.”

“To save the world,” said Quattro. “Right?”

“Eh, yeah, that, too,” said Stan. “But I don’t think that’s why I’m still alive, ten years after I did that. I think that’s because of you.”

Quattro could only stare in response to this at first. “Me?”

“Yep – sort of. See, I punched him and Bozo both in the face.” Quattro nodded; Stan never tired of that story. Not that Quattro did, either; thinking too much for too long about Stan's former contacts on the Other Side had still made him angry, sometimes, even before Dipper had come back to town; now, after what had happened to Ford, he just wished he could time-and-dimension travel well enough to loan Stan his suit's gloves for said face-punchings. It was unlikely that even alloys that were nigh-indestructible by earthly standards would have made any difference, but a guy could hope.... “And I told ‘em some of it was for Tracey. The Lord of Jerks said I had no right to get upset after how I – was to you two – back then, and so I told him to shove it, because maybe Tracey wasn’t one of Bozo’s, but he was one of mine, and that therefore I could say whatever I wanted about him, unlike Bozo. So….pretty sure if I ever get a chance to ask if it was supposed to be a reward or a punishment, he’ll just say ‘yes,’ because again, jerk, but I think that’s about the time he got the idea to just...not help Bozo get over feeling drunk whenever I was in the room. Not yet, anyway.”

Quattro thought about that for a moment, and about everything that had happened since, and about how difficult he was to kill lately. "Yeah, it was definitely a punishment" he said. "If it helps, though - even in the absolute worst-case scenario, we'd get taken out in the heat death of the universe I guess, but it shouldn't take that long. Doing the math, thinking about how much air I have to let into this thing to talk...I'm guessing I'll dry rot or something in...probably not more than a hundred fifty, two hundred years, maybe. So if you're right, you'd be off the hook then, too."

Stan seemed to mull this over. "Well, guess it beats sticking around until the heat death of the universe, anyway," he said.

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@zkang288, this is what happened. This is how I spent way too much of my morning.

For everyone else: zkang288 tagged me in some thing where you stick in character names and it attaches them to random entries in a pool of random quotes. I got too enthusiastic, so this shall be split into this, the "all twelve major characters of FWJB" version (a few of these are *so* close to almost-accurate to happenings and/or relationship dynamics in Part III...and then there was the whole series of auto-generated entries which shipped Gideon and Quattro, which I include out of morbid fascination) and the "Team Camping Trip of Doom from Part II" version, which will be a second post.

Fiddleford: I lost Stan. Tate: How did you LOSE Stan?! Fiddleford: To be fair, they are very small.

Quattro : What are amphetamines? Ford: Drugs that can go on land and water. Quattro : Ohhhh.

after the Squad's plan goes horribly wrong Tracey: Now it seems we're back at square one-- finding Dipper. Quattro: For the record, I already found him. Powers: And you let him get away before we could have a meaningful conversation. Quattro: He stabbed me! Tracey: I'm surprised he waited this long, Quattro. We've all had the urge.

Fiddleford, after getting a job as a lifeguard: Hmm… I wonder what those things at the bottom of the pool are... Quattro: THOSE ARE PEOPLE DROWNING!

Wendy, looking at a dead phone: How do we bring this thing back to life? Magic? Live sacrifice? I know a guy in town-

Fiddleford: If I say I love you, will you say it back? Tracey: Yes. Fiddleford: I love you. Tracey: It back. Later Powers: Why is Fiddleford crying face-down on the floor?

Casually in the Middle of a High Stakes/Dangerous Situation Soos: How do you eat pickles? Mabel: What do you mean? Soos: I mean, there's a whole process. It's not like you can grab them from the jar with your hand, because it's cold and the juice burns if you have a cut, plus, it's pretty unsanitary. And you can't use a spoon because you'll have to scoop it out, and it'll be way too difficult to grab more than three or four without taking 10 minutes along with half the brine in the jar, even if it's one with holes. Mabel: Yeah, that's why you use a fork. Soos: Okay, sure, but what if you don't have one of the big ones clean? It's weird to use a small one. But there is always one of those smaller sharp knives clean. Mabel: But the straight edge doesn't really fit the cylindrical shape, and you have to make sure you don' t break it, it's too much work. Soos: It makes me feel like I deserve the pickles though. Like, "Yeah, I did it. That's right. Good job me." It's empowering. But even after that, it's not like you can use a bowl. Mabel: I get that, it's not ascetically pleasing. Soos: Exactly! And it looks weird if you don't entirely fill the bowl, but you also can't eat that many. My solution: Use a mug. Mabel: Nods in agreement Ford: That is all very interesting, BUT WE'RE TRYING NOT TO DIE RIGHT NOW! USE YOUR LIMITED ATTENTION SPANS AND FOCUS! Soos: Jeez, okay. Mabel: Quit yelling at us already.

Wendy: Let’s write Stan a friendly note, shall we? Dear… Incompetent… Dumbass…

Stan, holding an unconscious Tracey: Oh no. Please don’t be dead.

Dipper: The universe is cold and unfeeling. The only constant is chaos. Fiddleford: Was that place out of chocolate-chip pancakes again?

Wendy: Social distancing says you shouldn't be within an elbow's distance of each other. later, in a barfight Wendy: Social distancing doesn't say nothing about feet! kicks opponent in the face

Stan: coughs blood Quattro: Don't die, Stan! Stan: Don't tell me what to do!

Powers: Hey, what are you reading? Gideon: This is my magic book where any ink spilled shows a scripture of the future, however it bears a curse making it broken, and as such in order to make any scripture appears, I have to do it myself. Powers: Impressive! I must have it for myself! Tracey: So it’s just a Notebook? Gideon: It’s just a Notebook.

Soos: Do you ever want to talk about your emotions, Tate? Tate: No. Soos: I do! Tate: I know, Soos. Soos: I’m sad. Tate: I know, Soos.

Mabel: Big day today, Tate. holds up two shirts Mustard stain or ketchup stain? Tate: Mustard– looks less like blood.

Tracey: What is it called when you kill a friend? Powers: Homicide. Mabel: Murder. Fiddleford: Homiecide.

Powers: Good night. Gideon: Sleep tight. Fiddleford: Don't let the bedbugs crawl up to your ear and whisper threatening things that make you question yourself. Soos: Great, now Gideon's crying.

Tracey: Truth or dare? Quattro: Dare. Tracey: I dare you to kiss the hottest person in the room. Quattro: Hey Gideon? Gideon, blushing: Yeah? Quattro: Can you move? I'm trying to get to Soos.

Gideon: Wanna get out of here and grab a bite to eat. Quattro: I don’t usually eat with losers. Gideon: Neither do I but I asked you, didn’t I?

Quattro, looking over Fiddleford’s shoulder: You can draw? Fiddleford, stopping what they were doing: You can speak?

Tate: You were stabbed. Do you remember anything? Gideon: Only the ambulance ride to the hospital. Tate: That wasn't an ambulance, I drove you. Gideon: But I heard a siren. Powers: That was Quattro. Quattro: Sorry, I got nervous.

Fiddleford: I’m a fool, not an idiot.

Gideon: We’re getting married, b*****s! Quattro: And we're about to make it everybody else's problem.

Gideon, putting their hands over Stan's eyes: Guess who! Stan: It's either Gideon or the cold, clammy hands of death. Gideon, putting their hands away: It's Gideon! Stan: Dammit.

Mabel: Why did you kidnap Dipper!?!?! Fiddleford: Ah- um- well- the reason for that is, uhh… Gideon: Sometimes, we must work together towards a common goal. Mabel: NOT TO KIDNAP PEOPLE!

Tate: Don’t you have any dignity, Ford? Ford: Uh, no.

Wendy: So what’s the plan? Quattro: I don’t know. You’re smart, points at Mabel she's mean, come up with something.

Fiddleford: Ford, what are you doing? Ford: Making chocolate pudding. Fiddleford: It's four in the morning, why are you making chocolate pudding? Ford: Because I've lost control of my life. Ford: Here's your pudding, Powers. Powers: Oh that's okay, I'm not hungry anymore.

Fiddleford: I woke up and chose VIOLENCE. I WILL COMMIT ARSON AND BURN EVERYTHING TO THE GROUND!!! I AM ANGRY- Gideon: Awwww, you’re so adorable! Give me a hug~ Fiddleford: Wh-What? nO, yOURE SUPPOSED TO BE SCARED OF ME! TREMBLE BEFORE MY WRATH- Powers, recording: This is so cute.

Fiddleford: Anybody got any crayons so I can color in my Ph. D.?

Soos: If I die, my funeral will be the biggest party ever and you're all invited. Quattro: "If" Powers: Great, the only party I'm ever invited to and he might not even die.

Quattro: Does anyone know how to relax? Asking for a friend.

Wendy: Is there anyone here who’s actually straight? Quattro: raises hand Powers: puts their hand down

Powers: Life could be worse, Tate. Tate: Life could be a lot better too!

Mabel: sneaking in through their window Ford: turning in their chair and flicking the light one You want to tell me where you've been all night? Mabel: I was with Powers? Powers: turning in their chair Wanna try again?

Fiddleford: Hey Quattro? Quattro: Yeah? Fiddleford: What's your favorite color of the alphabet? True or false? Quattro: Quattro: …What.

Soos: I see the red flags, I acknowledge that they're there, and then I completely ignore them.

Dipper: Between Fiddleford, Tate, Quattro , and Tracey -- if you had to -- who would you punch? Soos: No one! They're my friends. I wouldn't punch any of them. Dipper: Quattro ? Soos: Yeah, but I don't know why.

Wendy: This is getting embarrassing. Stan: Getting? We’re already there!

Gideon: "It's easy to forget what a sin is in the middle of a battlefield." Ford: Opposite over hypotenuse.

Mabel: finds a note Hmm, whats this? Fiddleford: Hey, that's mine! tries to grab it Mabel: Aww, it's a love note for Powers? Fiddleford: No- Mabel: opens it Mabel: Fiddleford: Mabel: I can't read this.

Ford: Do you love Tracey? Gideon: Yeah, I do. Ford: Soos! I told you I knew it! You owe me 100 bucks! Soos: We all love Tracey. You should've asked if they were IN love with them. Gideon: I thought that was implied. Soos: … Ford: … Gideon, looking straight at Soos: Congrats Ford, you just won 100 bucks.

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“Ways to hide from your friends because woo social anxiety” no. 1142: spend like an hour dividing print-outs of your fanfic into chapters, assigning paper clip colors to narrators, adding the correct number of paper clips to each chapter to reflect how many scenes are in it and who narrated them, and then do the math! For anyone curious, here’s the POV and scene distribution stats for Isosesismal Emanations:

…one of these teams was more balanced than the other. And no, it was not planned - Team Camp just…each apparently took ten scenes completely organically, by coincidence. Also, holy scene-hogging, Dipper, you…do remember this is an ensemble piece, right?

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It would be cowardly, futile, and indicative of a certain lack of artistic integrity to try to get the readers (and a comparatively small sub-group of them, aka the ones here and aware of me on tumblr, at that) to give input on who I should kill off. I know this. I wouldn’t dream of doing it.

…but if anyone has any opinions about which of Our Protagonists (of the original six narrators, the paper twins, Fiddleford, and Gideon) you’d find it most or least painful to lose, do feel free to let me know. Y’know, for science and stuff.

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Eeee, finally figured out how to deal with a reaching-a-conclusion problem! And in an actual "shower thoughts" moment, too, which I don't usually have. The only downside...hoo boy, way more work may be involved than I originally anticipated. But still! Conclusion problems potentially fixed!

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When you think you’ve finally finished a chapter you’ve been struggling with for over a month….aaaand AO3 is down when you go to post.

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I just split FWJB Part II into two word documents, one for each storyline, and even printed the first one before the printer ran out of ink (I solemnly swear to use the backs of these sheets as my scratch/drafting paper for the next year or so). That section was the “Dipper and Mabel/still in town” half of the story - shorter than its counterpart by about ten pages, and, I think, nearly universally agreed to suffer from…something. Going through the pages as I made sure they stacked correctly, though, I came to some conclusions about what was wrong with that entire book, which are as follows:

1) It was written in alternating Group A-Group B chapters to try to create balance. This was a mistake, both because it’s just a bit odd I think and because of what it did to the pacing, and

2) the entire “Town group” story doesn’t actually suck. Chapters 1, 3, 5, 19, and 21 could, I think, stand up to most things I’ve written, and chapters 7, 9, and 11 have their redeeming features. In all likelihood, though, the best version of the tale probably involves 9, 11, 13, 15, and 17 being combined into two chapters. This, obviously, would mean the “town” group has less content than the “camping” group, but this doesn’t matter for two reasons: one, I could expand on Gideon’s side plot, and two, we are going to do some rearranging at some point, there will be places where the same storyline continues for more than one chapter, so that + the two shared chapters the groups have already would likely conceal this slight decrease in content anyway.

3) The “camping” group does need a little fine-tuning. I can feel the exact spot where I got uncertain of what I was doing, of how to move the cast from point A to point B, and I don’t like it at all. So that storyline may also have two chapters combined into one, if I can, er, figure out what should be there in place of the current meandering set of troubles beginning around chapter 12.

On the whole, looking at it like this, I’m…honestly more pleased with IE than I expected to be. It’s salvageable, quite salvageable, all I really need to do is drop the structural experimentation and screw my courage up to the sticking place in a few places. Best get on with that, then.

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New chapter!

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Things I Learned This Morning:

1) Using print instead of script, which would be faster but less tidy, I may hand-write not far under 1300 words per hour when things are going well. (The exact number was 1267 words)

2) My brain harbors an irrational hatred for the number 4 apparently? (I kept almost skipping it and having to go back and erase the little number above fourth words because I wrote 4 as 5, for instance, going straight from 223 to 225 before I caught myself.)

3) Taking a pencil and individually numbering every word you wrote takes a really long time.

4) Apparently my brain also cannot handle writing a series of numbers that consistently go above two digits. I transpose digits, forget the first digit, write 8 instead of 3, write 5 instead of 8, write 2 instead of 9….I made it through the first 1000 but counted the remainder in blocks of 1-100 in the interests of staying tolerably sane.

5) My print is indeed much more legible than my script, but also, oww, my elbow feels like it’s about to crack right now and my hand feels all twisted up inside, ow ow ow.

(Backstory: I’ve been stuck in a rut for a while, so I decided to say “what the heck” and try to force myself to write a rough draft of one of my fanfic ideas for NaNoWriMo. I’m printing because I am currently Resolved to write a complete rough draft and then revise it, all before posting anything. Then, in theory, I’ll post it by chapter on an actual *posting schedule*. However, since I have never managed to muster the kind of discipline needed to keep working on a project nobody has seen and praised some part of for that long in my entire life…we’ll see. Plus, it might be easy enough to make it to the word count minimum today, but I only just finished the setup phase of the first scene, getting Pacifica from “the alarm clock rang” and through “Pacifica reflects on what mornings in Northwest Manor were like compared to her new life” to the point of “Pacifica has gotten out of bed.” That kind of writing is super-easy for me, but the kinds where things actually happen can be…much slower going. Which means I’ll have to apply even *more* discipline to make quotas on some days. So basically I, a deeply scattered and undisciplined person, am basically attempting to overhaul my personality for at least a month, lol. Wish me luck, folks….

For my GF peeps, I hope that you’ll enjoy the results if this project does amount to anything, even though it is a bit of a departure from my ‘usual’ material. You see, I have a lifelong, deep-seated love for books set in schools/based around school years, and I have decided to combine that with my desire to write some post-canon material. We’re picking up very shortly after the finale, with the first day of school in Gravity Falls - the Pineses should have some involvement, here and there, but mostly via phone and Internet. I’m sufficiently addicted to the “greater scope” that I don’t think I‘ll end up with something that is purely YA or a “girls’ book,” but it will involve focusing on more girls and therefore “girl stuff” than canon/anything I have written previously - Pacifica, Wendy, and Candy are all projected to be narrators, with Grenda also at least being an important character and possibly a fourth narrator. Compare to FWJB, where the narrators consisted of ten dudes, Bill, and Mabel…and although I put him in his own category, Bill does seem to use he/him pronouns when interacting with English-speaking mortals, and so one could very reasonably argue that the narrators consisted of eleven dudes plus Mabel. Soos may well get some narrator time, but this one also seems on course to primarily focus on the kid characters. Gulp. We’ll see how it goes….)