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Went down to Woods Hole, MA, on Cape Code, for brunch on Sunday. Afterwards poked around Woods Hole and Falmouth; and I wanted to see Nobska Light while we were there. While chilly and windy, we were still feeling the benefits of the warm weekend, and had to bundle up less than you'd expect for a trip to the Cape in February.

Nobska Light is very cute and scenic! It wasn't open, and while the Keeper's house seems to have been renovated and is planned to be a maritime museum, it wasn't open either. On the other side of the road was a short path to the cliff above the ocean (really, Vineyard Sound), where we looked out at Martha's Vineyard to the east, and the Elizabeth Islands chain to the west. Birds spotted: common eiders, red breasted mergansers, and a long-tailed duck drake came flying in.

Here's the text of the historical sign:

NOBSKA LIGHTHOUSE Latitude 41 30' 54" N Longitude 70 39' 20" Since 1828, Nobska Light has provided a familiar beacon for "all who go down to the sea in ships". 67 feet above sea level, Nobska's flash every six seconds is visible 17 miles out to sea. This 28,000 candlepower light used a 1000-watt lamp magnified by a Fourth Order Fresnel lens. The red section visible ton the east side of the lantern house warns ships away from Hedge Fence and L'Hommedieu Shoals south of the Cape. The present tower is 42 feelt high and was constructed in 1876. It was built to replace the original "Nobsque" light, a stone cottage with a light tower on top which had stood since 1828. The present tower is made of a cast iron shell lined with brick. It was built in Chelsea, Massachusetts and transported to Cape Cod in four sections. The front half of the current "keeper's house" was also built in 1876. Originally painted dark maroon-brown, it had a covered walkway to the tower attacked in 1899 and a second "assistant keeper's house" added in 1907. [Note: see bottom-right photo above.] Over the year, windows, doors, porches and walkways have come and gone and the color has been changed to the classic Coast Guard white with red roof. [Note: this sign is now out of date; the keeper's house is no longer white, although it still has its red roof; it is now covered in cedar shingles, which have weathered to a grey color.] Nobska Light became part of the Coast Guard in 1939, when the U.S. Light House Service merged with the Coast Guard. Despite this change, the keepers of the light remained civilians until Mr. Hindley retired in 1973, when active duty Coast Guard keepers took up the duty. In 1983, Nobska Light was automated. The two keepers houses were joined and became the quarters for Commander Coast Guard Group Woods Hole and his family. The Woods Hole Group serves the mainland and islands from Plymouth, Massachusetts to the Rhode Island/Connecticut state line.

Older photos above and some information came from:

The Enterprise, Falmouth: "History of Nobska Light Sheds Light on More Than Navigation" (July 15, 2015)

New England Lighthouses: A Virtual Guide. History of Nobska Point Light, Woods Hole, Massachusetts

Friends of Nobska Light

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[gn0meneighb0r]

some media i have consumed this summer that has influenced me and left marks on my life in deep and profound ways (a very long stream of consiousness list of reccomendations for people to read/watch/listen to that i do not feel sorry for)

STONE BUTCH BLUES BY LESLIE FEINBERG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! every queer person should read this book but especially butches, trans mascs, afabs, and wlw. lots of people are not big readers and i understand but my friends who have read this have all read like the first page and been absolutely sucked into it because it's incredible. for how intense and thoughtful it is it also isn't a difficult read, language is very understandable and it's not very long, i read it all in a few hours. also it's free online because leslie feinberg is the sweetest kindest parent to us all. remember her as a revolutionary communist. https://lesliefeinberg.net/wp-content/uploads/2015/08/Stone-Butch-Blues-by-Leslie-Feinberg.pdf

Just Kids by Patti Smith is such a beautiful story and it feels like such a good book for any artist to read. i feel a little like the odd one out among my artist friends because my creative process is very different from theirs as a graphic designer and i don't create the same kind of art they do. it makes me feel like i'm falling behind in some ways, like i'm not as much of an artist as they are. it's something i've been thinking about a lot this summer, but this book kind of soothed me. maybe it's because smith kind of has a bit of an outsider quality, she was a poet and an artist before a musician or a singer, but she still had her place with some of the most skilled rock musicians of the time. reading books about musicians and artists really changes they way i interpret their work and listening to the album horses was so incredible after reading just kids.

hesitating to list Into the Wild by John Krakauer because i think chris mccandless is kind of a dipshit, but it still made me think a lot about free will and the earth and how we interact with the environment we live in. i had a lot of fun walking around my town and reading this book, i went on this epic walk to some places i'd never been before on foot while reading from this paperback. it gave me a bit of a chuckle sometimes because while i was reading it my partner told me how his mom thinks he should never go into the woods and how nature is scary. i also tend to think of it every time i am wading into a lake or a pond or river, the moment when i'm up to my waist and about to dive the rest of the way in.

Witness This! is an album by my friend's band, Tall Travis, and it totally blew my mind. they are a vermont/massachusetts based folk punk band, and i think they are so fucking talented it makes me want to put my fist through a wall. i listened to their album a while after it came out and was like holy shit i need to go see them live and talk to my friend RIGHT NOW, went to a concert of theirs the very next day. i keep thinking that they can't get better at making music than they already are and yet every album they release surpasses all expectations. my friend also wrote and sings a song loosely based on into the wild, it's such a beautiful song, and seeing it live felt like one of the most punk things that's ever happened to me even though it doesn't sound quite like a punk song. https://youtu.be/VE6w-LcUGbo folk isn't a genre for everyone and yet i feel like tall travis kind of has a song and a sound for everyone in their music. this are my two fav songs from witness this that i absolutely love, All Along the Riverside https://youtu.be/LUH4zOgs6mg and Fences and Laws https://youtu.be/sBstXES0tG0 also here is an article someone wrote about them! https://m.sevendaysvt.com/vermont/on-their-third-album-ascendant-burlington-folk-punk-band-tall-travis-embrace-change/Content?oid=38696552

the We're Having Gay Sex podcast hosted by comedian Ashley Gavin is kind of my obession. it's a queer comedy podcast where the hosts have a new guest every episode and everyone shares a gay sex story. sometimes it's not gay and sometimes it's not even technically a story about sex but it has taught me a lot and made me feel more comfortable and confident in my body, my sexuality, and my queerness. they have all different kinds of guests on the pod, they have youtubers, actors, influencers, comedians, podcasters, scientists, they have people who are queer, straight, ace, any perspective you can think of they have someone. it's really funny and destigmatizes sex and our weird human bodies. love this pod and think it's really useful when you don't really have people around you who you can have totally open conversations about sex with, it's like a little friend <3333

Happy-Go-Lucky is a movie that i watched with my dad recently, it stars sally hawkins as this adorable optimist making her way through a much more cynical world and interacting with people who make a lot of assumptions about her based on her femininity and her attitude. feminity and girlhood has been an important part of my life experience, but i'm also questioning that and learning to accept myself as gender fluid and trans masc (I THINK? SEND HELP) so a lot of stories about traditional femininity make me feel a little alienated sometimes. but i really related to happy-go-lucky and sally hawkins character and it made me hopeful in a lot of ways. this movie is not craziest most spectacular movie you will ever see, it's just so so real and matter-of-fact, and that's why i love it. also sally hawkins character is so intriguing because she totally shows you who the people are that you are watching this movie with, her voice and personality are such an incredible test. i personally find her so charming and cute!!! and i may be trans masc but her outfits are so cute!!!!! like babes i want that layered dress outfit and those cool tights

[doomstouched]

╰   ⛰️  ◞       (   CAILEE SPAENY.  DEMI WOMAN.  TWENTY FOUR.  SHE/THEY.   ) do  you  see  ALICE  BOONE  over  there  ?  they've  been  in  greylock  for  twenty  four  years  working  as  a  volunteer  at  the  greylock  library  +  ecology  student.  i  heard  they  can  be  DILIGENT  but  i  wouldn't  get  too  comfortable  ,  rumor  has  it  they  can  also  be  GATED.  it  isn't  too  surprising  when  you  realize  they  have  a  reputation  as  the  local  ALL  BARK  NO  BITE. 

next page : the connections .

— 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙖𝙨𝙞𝙘𝙨 !

full name : alice margaret boone .

nickname(s) : al .

gender & pronouns : demi-woman & she/they .

orientation : bisexual, biromantic .

age : twenty four .

birthdate : may 7th, 2000 .

sun sign : taurus , the bull .

— 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙖𝙘𝙠𝙜𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙 !

ethnicity : white american .

nationality : american .

place of birth : greylock , massachusetts , usa .

education : currently pursuing a bachelor of science in ecology with hopes to go into the park ranger sector .

current occupation : gigs i.e. babysitting, pet sitting, etc. and part-time volunteer work at the greylock library .

— 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙤𝙣𝙖𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙮 !

positive traits : diligent, family-oriented, quick.

negative traits : gated, ill-tempered, impulsive.

— 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙪𝙧𝙛𝙖𝙘𝙚 !

faceclaim : cailee spaeny .

height : 5ft 1in .

hair color : golden brown .

eye color : hazel .

tattoo(s) : n/a .

piercing(s) : n/a .

scar(s) : a small knick in her left eyebrow as a result of an early playground accident, as well as a spattering of small dents and forever-bruises from being in the woods.

full bio .

content warnings : brief mention of parental death .

ever the recluse, alice margaret boone did not come out crying, so much that it had scared both her parents and the attending hospital staff half to death. vital signs — a beating heart and steady breath — were the only indication that a soul had even entered this fresh vessel. those few years at the boone family home, without the sisters that soon came along, made their quaint house feel like a mansion with how utterly, eerily silent it all was. neither laughter, nor wails could be heard, at least from alice.

siblings soon followed, adding more than just white noise to their hallways, but little alice remained all the same. a playmate more than a sister, only ever taking interest when sticks and stones and skinned knees were involved but anything more or less, they'd rather not. surely there was some unspoken rift, at least annoyance on her siblings' ends - could anyone blame them ? - but optics were always in question. the perfect all-american family with kids and a white picket fence ; anything beyond the enclosed walls of their inner home was done with chins up and worn smiles.

her mother's passing forced a complete switch in the way alice navigated the world. it was almost overnight in the way they stepped up more than ever expected of her. perhaps it was a way to deflect, exhausting oneself with the worries of others to avoid confronting your own. the more suspicious side of her thinks their mother transferred this sense of duty, of protection, onto her. they couldn't be a mere bystander, not with what they saw the cold shell of what was once their father, now nothing more than a hardened city figure, standing out of bounds in the lives of his children — bonds as viscous as fog, fleeting in the same way, too.

the anger forged an unrelenting fire within alice, with anger as its main driver. protection and justice - oriented, in the same way feral animals protect their colony — gnashing teeth and snarls only as a message. they quickly waver between someone who is always teetering on the edge, only to become immediately apologetic once she snaps. blame it on the pent up teen rage ... a late bloomer, expelling it right before she hits her mid 20s. it is just armor.

character parallels : vi (arcane), bellamy blake (the 100), katniss everdeen (the hunger games), ygritte (game of thrones), jyn erso (star wars), ellen ripley (alien).

headcannons :

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[demongemz]

welcome to london, JESSICA WRIGHT! did anyone ever tell you that you look just like NELL VERLAQUE? well, no matter, we hear that you are 20 and working as a STUDENT/WAITRESS. we also hear that you currently HAVE SOME of your memories from THANKSGIVING and have a tendency to be TRUSTING as well as STUBBORN.

DEMOGRAPHICS

Name: Jessica Wright Relatives: Thomas Wright (Father), Occupation: Student and Part-Time Waitress Birthday: January 8th Age: 20 Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual Moral Alignment: Neutral Good Memory Status: Somewhat Intact

BACKGROUND

During Thanksgiving in Plymouth, Massachusetts, people are gathering outside the Rightmart superstore in preparation for a Black Friday sale. Jessica, the daughter of store owner Thomas Wright, lets her friends Evan, Scuba, Gaby, Yulia, and her boyfriend Bobby inside through the side door. However, the crowd outside sees them and descends into a riot, stampeding into the store, resulting in the deaths of many people including Amanda, the wife of store manager Mitch Collins. One year later, Rightmart is preparing for another sale, despite the protests of Mitch and several other residents. Meanwhile, Jessica and her friends are tagged in a social media post of a Thanksgiving table with their names around it. A waitress named Lizzie is attacked and killed by a figure dressed in black clothing and wearing a John Carver mask. The police discover that Lizzie was present at the Black Friday riot, which leads them to believe those involved in the massacre are being targeted by "The Carver". Bobby, who was injured during the riot, returns to Plymouth, much to the chagrin of Jessica’s current boyfriend Ryan. She brings footage of the riot, that her stepmother Kathleen previously tried to destroy, to Eric Newlon, the town sheriff. The Carver claims more victims, including Rightmart security guard Manny and high school students Lonnie and Amy. Evan and Gaby are soon abducted by The Carver, while Jessica narrowly avoids being killed. Yulia’s father decides to take her out of town, but he and the deputy guarding them are knocked out by The Carver, who attacks Yulia. Jessica and Scuba, who were video calling Yulia, drive to her house, but are unable to stop The Carver from disemboweling Yulia with a buzzsaw before he escapes. The police attempt to lure The Carver out by having the Wright family and Scuba participate in a Thanksgiving parade. However, The Carver deduces their plan and decapitates a turkey mascot before sending smoke bombs into the crowd, causing everyone to scatter in panic and allowing The Carver to abduct the Wrights and Scuba in the chaos. The Carver cooks Kathleen alive in an oven before serving her as the "turkey" at a dinner table surrounded by his hostages and the corpses of his victims. The Carver then bludgeons Evan to death in a live-stream before Jessica cuts through her bindings and escapes, luring him away from the others. She eludes The Carver by climbing over a fence and running through the woods. Jessica makes it to a parade warehouse, finds Newlon unconscious, and follows a figure wearing the Carver's mask inside; she sees it’s Bobby and directs Newlon to him, who shoots at Bobby, but he gets away. The police soon arrive and inform them that the survivors are safe, but Newlon again plays her savior. Life in Plymouth after this event was unable which led Jessica to come to London looking for a fresh start away from Bobby, her father, and John Carver.

[darkspine10]

GF Fanfic - Witch Hunt

Witch Hunt (3542 words) by darkspine10

Chapters: 1/10 Fandom: Gravity Falls Rating: Teen and Up Additional Tags: Action/Adventure, Circus, Salem massachusetts, Witches, Cryptids, Cults, Family Bonding, Relationship Discussions, Alien Cultural Differences, Adopted Children, Magic-Users, Dipper goes by Mason at times, Soul-Searching, Militia, Teamwork, Freemasons, Magic Tricks, Performance Art, Bigotry & Prejudice, Activism, Hidden Depths

Summary: Called upon by Mabel, Dipper and Pacifica bring their family to visit Salem. Hidden secrets and old friends await them underneath the veneer of a travelling circus. Dark forces move in the town's underbelly. Seeking alien creatures, the Pines find themselves embroiled in a fight to defend their friends' very identities from a twisted faction. Juggling emotional upheavals and enigmatic enemies, they must discover the truth about themselves before it becomes too late.

Arriving in the early evening, the pink Mini drove along pleasant, tree-lined avenues. The houses and barns the car passed were invariably wooden, either surviving examples of the town’s earliest history or built in imitation of such.

Pumpkins carved with leering smiles lined the fences all along the roadside. Crossing a covered bridge, the car pulled to a stop in a parking lot on the edge of the forest. In the crystal clear sunset light, the leaves were a gorgeous swirl of orange. Set between the road and the woods was a collection of huge red tents, the tops swaying gently in the breeze.

Merrise Pines stepped out of the car and tightened her fur lumberjack hat and oversized jacket around herself, trying to stifle a shiver. “How do you two handle this? Seasons are such a scam.”

“I sympathise with you there, Sixer,” Dipper said, coming to join his daughter on the asphalt expanse. He was similarly wrapped up in several layers.

Turning off the engine, the last to emerge from the car was Pacifica, shaking her head at the pair of them. “You guys are such wimps. California, desert planets; neither of you know what a real Fall chill is like.”

“Looks like this place is all geared up for the season,” Dipper said, gesturing at the pumpkins. “Glad we made it a few days before the big tourist rush.” Even so, they’d been lucky to find a space in the crowded parking lot. Across the metal roofs of the cars a distant chattering wafted out from the central tent.

“So this is ‘New England’?” Merrise asked, looking quizzically at the forest. The trees were much smaller than the examples she was used to back home in Oregon, though they still formed an impenetrable wall of darkness, even to her wide eyes. “When was the old one destroyed?”

“Oh no, it’s still there,” Dipper stammered. “See, a lot of places in this part of America are named after ones in England. It’s across the ocean, you remember what those are?”

“Duh, of course I do,” Merrise sighed, as if the knowledge was plainly obvious. “It’s that giant lake thingy that covers most of the planet.”

“Good one, you catch on quick,” Dipper said, trying to reassure his daughter that he wasn’t criticising her. “The towns around here were settled by the English about 350 years ago.”

“The colonists clearly weren’t very imaginative folk,” Pacifica observed. “New York, New Hampshire, New Jersey. That’s Puritans for you.” Merrise cocked her head, seemingly completely lost due to her parent’s words. “Forget it Merrise, I doubt it’ll be important. We’re just here to meet-”

“Guys!” Across the parking lot, an arm appeared from behind the closest tent flap, waving at them non-stop. A second later, Mabel Pines burst out and came running to greet the family. Bear hugs ensued for her brother and sister-in-law, wrapping them in tight. “Welcome to Salem!”

The Pines family had received Mabel’s cryptic invitation a few days ago, requesting their presence in Massachusetts as soon as they could make the journey. Not doubting her intentions, Dipper and Pacifica had immediately agreed to the trip. Due to the brevity of her message, neither had any clue what to expect on arrival, only that if Mabel deemed it serious business then they needed to be here to see it through.

But whatever mission had brought them could wait for later. Right now they had an excited Mabel bouncing up and down and grinning madly at them. “I can’t believe you came all this way to see me. I need someone to pinch me, it’s still kinda surreal.”

“I’ll do it,” Pacifica said with a menacing smirk.

“Me too,” Merrise added, joining in with her mother’s little joke. When Mabel finally noticed the small girl she did a double-take and wiped her eyes.

“Woah, nearly didn’t recognise you there, kiddo. That perception filter must be working overtime.”

Reaching up to her neck, Merrise pulled the gold medallion over her neck, past a thick turtleneck. The sweater was itself a gift from Mabel to keep her from getting too cold on a planet that was a few degrees less comfortable than she was used to. With the filter removed, Merrise’s human disguise flickered away to reveal her true form.

When the device was active, Merrise appeared to be human, However, she didn’t closely match the appearances of her adopted parents. Somehow the psychic link retained the fact everyone who looked at her would be aware she was adopted. So Merrise’s gloriously pink alien skin textures had been translated into a much darker hue compared to Dipper and Pacifica. No-one was about to mistake her for their biological child anytime soon, but the filter at least made her seem like an average ten year-old, rather than an exotic creature born on another world.

To her parents’ eyes of course she appeared as she’d always done. Aware of the effect, they automatically saw past it to the real Merrise. Mabel had spent too much time away for that to be instantaneous, she had to really focus to push past the illusory disguise.

Merrise delighted at Mabel’s attempts to squint through the filter as she slipped the medallion back on. “I told the other girls at school that I’m originally from a place called On-tar-ee-oh.”

“Well whatever form you wear, you still look cute as a button.” Mabel booped her niece on the nose, eliciting a giggle.

“Thanks again for all the adoption papers,” Dipper said to his sister. “Even I couldn’t tell that the birth certificate was a complete forgery. Your arts and craft work continues to impress.”

“Pshaww, it was nothing bro. How about you though! Get a load of this.” She lightly bopped his loose and tangled hair. ”A ponytail, really?”

“I’ve been saying the same thing for months,” Pacifica whispered conspiratorially. “Whether it’s a beard or a ponytail, your brother is always too shaggy.”

“Yeah yeah,” Dipper said, not letting the girls get to him. “I’m embracing a little more chaos in my life, thank you. That and the fact I haven’t found the time to get a haircut in the last year. I’d like to see you try raising two girls, Mabel.”

The group shared a laugh, happy to be in each others’ presence again in a non-life-threatening situation. There’d been vanishingly few of these moments in the last couple of years. Merrise too was at ease in the group, re-learning what it was like to have a real family bond like the one the twins shared.

Although Mabel hadn’t said anything about it out loud, Dipper had noticed her choice of outfit. She wore a bright yellow ribbon in her hair, which at some point in the last few weeks she’d dyed pastel pink. Denim cut-offs and a red t-shirt with her classic rainbow star pattern splayed on the chest completed the look. It also showed off the tattoos she bore from her teenage dalliance with being a goth. In the last year or two Dipper had gotten used to his sister general favouring more practical outfits, fit for the kind of mischief and adventures she’d find herself falling into as a world-renowned political agitator. Her new attire was a small sign that perhaps she was loosening up.

“That reminds me, how is little Wendy Jr?” Mabel asked, bringing Dipper out of his overly analytical mode and reminding him of his baby daughter back home.

“Soos is looking after her,” Pacifica said, shrugging. “The guy’s got two kids already, I’m sure he can handle the terrifying chaotic hybrid of Northwest and Pines.”

“We sound like a law firm when you say it like that,” Dipper said, grimacing. “Our little lamb’ll be fine at home. Better there than on a potentially dangerous adventure.”

“This is way more fun though,” Merrise said, and Dipper couldn’t disagree.

“Man, I still can’t believe we’re all together in one place again!” Mabel was buzzing with energy, practically jumping up and down on the spot.

“Yeah, Dipper said, equally glad of the reunion.“Feels like years, with all that’s happened lately.” Even though brother and sister had met up together a few months prior, it had been even longer since the entire Mystery Trio had been united.

“It was when I gave birth to Wendy,” Pacifica stated matter-of-factly. “My body was going through hell, Mason here was totally useless, and you could hardly contain yourself.”

“That was just a flying visit,” Mabel said dismissively. “Before then, when did we last spend some quality time together as a family?”

The twins thought on the matter, before Pacifica again put them out of their misery. “That’d be a year then. It was last October, when you and Zera left Gravity Falls to go do whatever it is you normally do.”

“Wow, yeah!” Mabel said. “That means this is the first time we’re all back together since we got back from our crazy epic trip through the multiverse.”

Dipper nudged Mabel playfully with his elbow “Video calling on our birthday at the end of summer really doesn’t match up, does it? It’s kinda weird being back on the East Coast, we haven’t left home much since handling our move.”

“Is Zera here, by the way?” Pacifica asked. Mabel’s interstellar girlfriend was hardly easy to miss, especially since she sported fins and scaly skin.

“You’ll see,” Mabel said with an over-exaggerated wink.

“Well, much as I’d love to spend all evening out here reminiscing, do you have somewhere we can sit that’s out of the cold? I might be more resistant than these two,” Pacifica pointed to her family, and continued despite their protests, “but it really is getting cold. The sun’s almost set already.”

Mabel nodded at the tent. “Sure thing, I’ll show you inside. It won’t take long and everything’ll become clear.”

“You know, tents aren’t really known for their heat insulation capabilities,” Pacifica wryly noted as she followed Mabel’s lead.

Before they walked over with the others, Merrise tugged on Dipper’s jacket and he went back to the car. “Wait, hold on a sec. Need to get one more thing.”

Opening up the trunk, Dipper rummaged past the family’s clothes bags. He’d brought some basic mystery hunting equipment - his journal, of course, various energy detectors, ward runes, and Pacifica’s old axe and crossbow - but without more specific information from Mabel he hadn’t packed anything too outlandish. Apart from one item.

Reaching to the back, he retrieved a bone white cage containing a hunk of dark igneous rock. Setting it down on the asphalt, he unlatched it and took a quick step back. Mabel knelt down to look at the odd rock. Her eyes widened as cracks in the rock began emitting a red glow. The surface crackled and stretched, before a hawk-like beak appeared. Spreading its wings, the firebird flew out of the cage. Merrise gave a whistle and the creature landed on her outstretched arm.

“What the frickety frack is that?!” Mabel said, in awe of the creature.

“This is Dee,” Merrise explained while feeding a pebble to the bird. He took off again and landed on a patch of bare ground. The earth instantly caught aflame at the creature’s touch. “He likes to burn things.”

“Woah, not good!” Mabel ran over and damped down the fire, shooing Dee away until he landed again on Merrise. “Back up: You own a pet demon bird?”

“Alien probe bird, more like,” Merrise said, proudly smiling. Dee harmlessly nuzzled her cheek. “He’s from space.”

“Wanna explain?” Mabel addressed to Dipper.

“Maybe later. Paz is right, let’s get inside first. And Merrise, make sure Dee doesn’t torch anything he’s not supposed to. Tents tend to be flammable.”

Merrise saluted and headed after her mother. Dee flapped his wings and glided slightly behind. Mabel shook her head. “Wow, two kids, a pet. You’ve really been domesticated, Dip.”

“If you can call a flaming terror bird ‘domestic’, then sure.”

“Don’t worry, we won’t need that kind of firepower to keep us safe.” Mabel jumped into an action ready stance, before spinning around in the air. “Hee yah!” Her spin kick brought applause from Merrise, but Dipper shoved her towards the awaiting tent flap.

“Yeah yeah, you’re a badass protester and I’m a suburban dad. Enough pleasantries. You know I can’t stand a mystery, however small.” Dipper stared up the billowing tent. “Can’t wait to see what you’ve got in store for us in here.”

In a tight corridor a short way into the tent, Pacifica was holding up her necklace to show to the others. “May, care to explain why my enchanted, weirdness detecting pendant has been spinning like crazy ever since we entered this tent?”

Dipper cradled the Pine Tree shaped piece of jewellery and felt the magical tug on the silver. He’d enchanted it himself some 12 or so years prior, to alert Pacifica whenever paranormal effects were nearby. Merrise watched it with wide eyes, not yet accustomed to its self-propelled spinning.

Mabel, a cryptic smile on her lips, patted her old friend on the shoulder. “It’ll be super clear, any second now. You guys go on ahead, down this corridor and then find some seats. See you after the show.” With that, she sauntered off down a side passage, leaving the family to find their own way forward.

As they neared another tent flap, the din of murmured voices grew louder. Dipper and Pacifica already suspected what they were about to uncover, but Merrise, none the wiser, crept cautiously forwards. Poking her head through the flap she saw a vast arena of seats within the largest central area of the tent. There was an empty sawdust covered ring in the middle. Above them speakers piped in jaunty music, and the audience were happily chatting or munching on popcorn.

Remembering Mabel’s instruction, Merrise dutifully sat on the nearest wooden bench and waited for the promised event to start. Her parents came to sit on either side, already excitedly looking around the large space.

The lights dimmed, casting the whole tent into shadow. The chatter of voices diminished, and Merrise strained forwards to look at the stage. Even with her extra-sensitive Tengosan eyes she could barely make anything out.

A single spotlight shone down from above, highlighting a small besuited man standing in the ring. He wore an eyepatch and a maroon fez, which bore a golden sigil Merrise didn’t understand the significance of.

“Ladies and gentlemen!” The man’s voice rang out clearly through the whole space, but Merrise frowned. It sounded just like her father’s voice. She looked at Dipper, but he was focused on the stage.

The small man brandished a ball-topped cane and waved it around the arena. “Welcome to Mr Alcor’s Constellation of Amazements! I am your host, Mr Alcor himself!” He slammed the end of the cane on the sawdust, causing a burst of sparks that made the audience coo and sent out small ripples of applause. All that was needed to silence them was a raise of his hand, commanding all attention to remain on himself.

For Merrise, finally adjusting her eyes to the dimmer levels, everything had clicked. She panned from Dipper to the man on stage. No, not a man. A boy, shorter even than she was. Behind all the surface trappings of the suit and eyepatch, Merrise recognised his face as the same as Dipper’s, only much younger.

The person on stage speaking to the enraptured audience was named Quattro. Merrise had met him only briefly before, in a situation that nearly led to the destruction of reality. An exact replica of Dipper Pines, Quattro had been created over a decade and a half ago. Born from an overachieving copier machine that could duplicate people as easily as documents, he’d been crafted by Dipper among several others in a misguided attempt at courting his friend, Wendy Corduroy. Quattro had lived a nomadic life since that night. Merrise only knew this from being told a slim explanation by Dipper. In all the chaos of their previous meeting, she’d barely had time to get to know the long-lived paper clone in detail.

From his expression, easily confident now he had the audience’s full attention, it seemed he was having a whale of a time. “Tonight’s proceedings will be filled with wonder, daring, and mystery. And no end of frights.” He let out an energetic chuckle, then slammed his cane down again and vanished in an explosive flash.

In the centre of the stage, a bonfire began to glow with a flickering light. Dipper and Pacifica strained to see through the darkness, looking for whatever was coming next. Merrise saw it first and felt her blood run cold. Fading in above the sparkling embers, a bone white face materialised in the air. Several gasps came from the audience before the skull face disappeared as abruptly as it had arrived.

“Who dares indulge our show this fine night?” The voice reverberated, even clearer than Quattro’s assertive speech.

Unsure what in the world was going on, Merrise clutched one of her parent’s arms in the dark, Pacifica’s as it turned out. She felt a reciprocating hug from her mother, but it did little to shake her fear. None of the strange Earth creatures Dipper had shown her were anything as terrifying as this.

“Nothing is what it seems.” The suspended face of death reappeared in the shadows at the edge of the stage, near to the closest members of the public watching. It vanished again, leaving Merrise on edge as to where it might show up next. “Whatever might occur in a town of witches and injustice?”

A scream rang out. The skull was floating in the stands, delighting as it spooked a random woman. It kept fading and coalescing out of the darkness to strike fear into the hearts of the audience. Each time it moved, coming closer and closer to where the Pines were seated. The booming voice echoed around from unknown corners. “My hour is almost come, when I to sulphurous and tormenting flames must render up myself.”

Having nearly reached them, the skull vanished one last time. Merrise sat petrified in her mother’s grip, afraid to even breathe. The silent tension stretched and stretched. Merrise almost dared to think it was all over and she looked around to confirm her suspicions.

The skull face, hovering right behind her, flashed a devilish grin. “Something wicked this way comes.”

Merrise gave a high-pitched scream, which only grew in volume when the skull was enveloped in a whirlwind of fire. Consumed in the flames, the spectre reappeared in a matching column on stage, to rapturous applause.

Merrise tried to drown out the noise and the terrifying images, wrapping herself into a tight ball. Dipper and Pacifica quickly noticed her reaction and rushed to comfort her. Pacifica hugged her snugly and stroked her head. “Hey hey baby. This must be confusing.”

“It’s not really a ghost,” Dipper whispered, trying to calm her nerves with rationality. “This is all an illusion, a show. A fake.” Dee also fluttered down beside her, lightly singeing the wooden bench and offering his neck for her to scratch.

Peeking through her fingers, the tears of fright faded as Merrise set eyes on another familiar face. Now illuminated by the bonfire, both Quattro and the skull face were proudly bowing. Only, the skull was clearly attached to a man, who removed a dark cloak that hid elaborate flowing robes of white and purple. What had seemed like real bone was in fact facepaint, covering a face with pitch-black skin and a complex net of dreadlocks tied together in a loose ponytail.

Bokamoso was his name, though Merrise was even less acquainted with him than Quattro. He was a compatriot of sorts to her parents and Mabel, part of their union of travellers who had been exploring the multiverse during the same adventure that had brought them into her life. All she really knew about him was an aptitude for magic spells, something that made sense as an inherent asset in this kind of performance.

Now understanding that there was no real danger, Merrise straightened up. Nodding quietly to her parents, she started to watch the show, no longer scared. If it was nothing but an illusion, she could be brave enough to not hide away. Dipper and Pacifica relaxed too, glad she was getting into the spectacle of the thing.

“My illustrious co-host everybody!” Quattro said, pointing to Bokamoso with exaggerated flair as he took another bow.

“That was only the start of our offerings tonight,” Bo said, toothily grinning. He bulged his eyes out, then blinked them shut. When he reopened them, revealing an extra third eye on his forehead, the audience cheered in shock and delight. Merrise already had him sussed from the start though, and smugly crossed her arms. “Let the games begin, my friends!”

Bo’s eye drifted back to the Pines, and Merrise detected the slightest wink aimed in their direction. She smiled. Even if she’d been scared before, she knew these two performers. This was going to be fun.

“Believe me,” Quattro said, “you ‘aint seen nothing yet!”

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A quiet neighborhood up to the 1960s, East Boston too had been roused by a populist movement marshaled to defend against powerful outside forces. The defense of East Boston turf had been going on well before 1974, not against desegregation but against the Massachusetts Port Authority (MPA) and nearby, expanding Logan Airport. The community had been fighting battles against airport noise, air pollution, and truck traffic, and already had lost three parks comprising seventy acres of recreational space as well as over one thousand units of housing. In September 1968 some six hundred heavy trucks a day began pounding through Maverick Street, “an old, densely populated street lined with homes,” to and from the airport. This sparked a spontaneous protest, and grandmothers and housewives with baby carriages barricaded the street. State police cleared the roadblock, but by early October the governor and mayor announced the trucks would use an alternate route.

East Bostonians then joined a new organization—The Greater Boston Coalition (GBC)—to lobby to stop highway expansion. Massport renewed its efforts in East Boston in February 1969, but after an April “surprise attack” by the MPA on one tree-lined street, residents pulled down a construction fence and their state representative, George DiLorenzo, got himself arrested. That night 250 residents met and cheered every mention of civil disobedience. The latter soon took the form of activists using their cars to slow traffic to a crawl on arteries leading to the congested airport. While the GBC eventually won its struggle to arrest highway construction, Eastie’s wars with Logan continued into the 1970s.

The veterans of wars with Massport and highways did not move over wholesale into antibusing. One of them, for example, Monsignor Mimie B. Pitaro, initially led a fight against the patronage-ridden administration of the federal poverty program in East Boston. His devotion to the neighborhood and enthusiasm in the struggle against Massport led local citizens to elect him to the state legislature in 1970, the first Catholic priest ever so honored in the state’s history. But Pitaro refused to vote against the Racial Imbalance Act, which led to his defeat for reelection in 1972.

Busing created a deep split in East Boston. Some of Pitaro’s former allies worked to implement the court orders or distanced themselves from militant antibusers. Some were antibusing and the Massport-highway wars had toughened them: “Anyone who is still living here after the loss of Wood Island Park, noise of Logan Airport, and the smells from the oil tanks and large trucks,” wrote one mother to Judge Garrity, “is never going [to move or to bus]. As a life-long resident you will not tell me what to do with my children.” Already East Bostonians had joined demonstrations against the Racial Imbalance Act and the district had voted heavily for hard-liners on the school committee.

— Ronald P. Formisano, Boston Against Busing (1991)

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ACT 1

The Caterpillar

"Because I remember, I despair. Because I remember, I have the duty to reject despair."

SALEM’S GROVE

Previous Chapter

Episode 1: Welcome to Salem

Salem, Massachusetts

Saturday, June 4, 2022

5:27 PM

The mid-day sun cast a warm glow over the browning leaves of the forest surrounding Salem. Birds flew freely over the hills and valleys, dipping beneath the branches to perch or feed before rising again to follow a different flock. The sweet sound of cicadas chirping filled the air, accentuated by the soft whisper of the early-summer wind. A bronze 1972 Impala drove along the cobbled streets of Salem, closely followed by a faded navy blue Ford F250, a sleek silver Benz and a powder pink Nissan Micra.

The first car carried three occupants, the front passenger of which was ogling his cellphone map and trying to instruct the driver where to turn, whilst the backseat passenger was screaming the lyrics to the radio louder than the other two could talk.

The other three cars carried two occupants each, all relatively calmer than the first vehicle, though idle chatter flitted amongst only two, the silver Benz dead silent except for temporary judgmental glares directed between the two inside.

Inside the impala, the driver's blue eyes flickered between the road and the brunette to his right, his left hand gripping the wheel tightly while his right tapped at his knee anxiously. The brunette tapping away at his phone mumbled incoherently and reached up to tug lightly at his soft hair, which had grown a bit longer in the past year. He gasped as his seat jolted forward, tilting his head to the side as the bulky ravenette behind him leaned forward, his arms draped over the headrests of both seats, his taller frame leaning over the other two brunettes with a jovial grin on his face.

"So, Dyl, where's this farm or whatever you said you're cousin has? It's been, like, two hours longer than it should've been." Jacob Custos, the tall broad shouldered male inquired, his deep brown eyes gazing over the male in the passenger seat.

Dylan Lenivy, the thinner, but equally as tall, brunette cleared his throat, his cheeks a little flushed a pale rose hue as he tapped at his screen again. "Um, well, it's just a couple of blocks down from here. Turn left, Max, should be a straight shot, then."

The driver nodded silently and flicked his blinker, turning down the left street which gradually grew emptier and emptier of buildings and people. Soon they were surrounded by trees again, mother nature dancing on either side of the broken cobble slowly transitioning to dirt and concrete.

"So, why exactly does your cousin live in the ass crack of mother natures beard?" Jacob hummed playfully, eyes flickering over the various types of trees and the distant glimpses of fauna roaming around.

"It's a family owned ranch. She's kinda the only one left to take care of it so, I guess, after her mom died she decided to take care of it all in her name...." Dylan cleared his throat and put his phone away as the road turned to dirt and gravel, the caravan slowing down slightly due to the terrain change. "...or something like that."

"There's a gate up ahead." Max Brinly, the driver, jutted his chin forward, eying the sign over the strong steel and wood posts. McCarthy Grove. "It's got a ring to it."

As the caravan rode forward, a fence line appeared on either side of the dirt trail. The left contained row upon row of various fruit trees, ranging from apples and oranges to plums and apricots. The right contained an open pasture with green fields, a small pond and various livestock including cattle, pigs, sheep, turkeys and llamas. Up ahead the pasture on the right split the fence line, another boxed area forming with a small array of horses in a corral, and one in the open paddock. A woman rested atop the saddle on its back, her boots strapped into the cuffs and her thin fingers gripping the lead as she guided it in circles around the paddock casually, gradually picking up speed.

"Damn, she's hot on that horse." Jacob grinned, a soft yelp following after as Dylan yanked on his cap and covered his face.

"That's my cousin, shithead."

Max moved his eyes away from the woman, blue gaze falling on the large house up ahead. Two girls and a guy stood out front, the two girls having a calm but somewhat dramatic discussion on the porch steps whilst the male sat on a hay bale in the shade near a small tool shed. As the cars pulled up, the girls fell silent, the short brunette smiling as she waved at them. Max rolled his window down the moment he'd noticed her lips moving.

"Hey! Hey guys! Just drive your cars around the side there to that little shaded area. We'll help you unpack!" Max nodded and extended his left arm, waving the truck behind him forward as he came to a halt. The silver Benz followed after it, shortly accompanied by the pink Micra, then Max drove forward to park behind it. The engine cut and the boys scrambled out of their seats, stretching after the long sixteen hour drive.

The short brunette made her way up to the impala alone, the other two having already split off to help the girls in their group, smiling at the trio. "Hey! I'm Bianca!" She extended her hand to the group, and Dylan was quick to notice the way her freckles were sprinkled across her hands and shoulders in the off-shoulder grey top she wore. She shook Dylan's hand first, and they both shared a shy smile as he stuttered his name. She shook Jacob's as he introduced himself with a big grin and loud voice that had her giggling quickly. As Max shook her hand, she couldn't help but notice the way his friendly grin did not meet his eyes, wrinkled almost with worry.

"I'm Max. It's nice to meet you, Bianca. You're...?" She clicked her tongue as she helped carry one of the larger bags in the trunk, the group quickly emptying the car in one go.

"I'm Dani's friend. I live here on the ranch with her. So do Wren and Eli, t-the two over there helping the girls." She gestured in their direction, earning a wave from both strangers as everyone made their way to the house.

"Dani's still riding, then? I mean, she's in the paddock, right?" Dylan quipped, his doe eyes locked on the brunette prancing just a couple steps ahead of him.

"Yeah, she's got five horses now. Harley's always been her favorite, just as wild as she is." Bianca smiled as she spoke highly of her friend, eyes on the paddock as they dropped their luggage on the porch by the door. Moving closer to the bales of hay by the paddock, the group tangled into one.

"Hey! What's up? I'm Elijah." The male that'd helped Kaitlyn(the very short Asian) and Laura(an athletic but stone cold blonde) stepped up, hand outstretched to greet the three boys, his long dark hair drawn back in a low ponytail, his free hand tucked in his muddy jeans. They introduced themselves and jumped into some idle chatter.

"Dani!" Dylan finally called, drawing the group into an almost silent moment. The woman on the horse waved her hand in their direction, turning the speckled steed on its hind legs and abruptly dashing like a bullet down the length of the fence. Jacob and Nick(the Aussie from the truck) whistled with delight, cheering with Bianca and Wren(the other stranger with lilac colored hair) as the girl known as Dani raced around the fence line. She pulled the horse to a stop and tossed her head back with a joy-soaked laugh, the horse raising onto its hind legs with a whinny. It clopped back down, kicking up the dirt as the ginger led the horse towards the corral, slipping off its back and unhooking the saddle. The gate slammed shut behind her as she trotted up to the huge group, a sparkling smile spread across her fair freckled face.

"Dylan! Heyyy!" She took three long strides forward and crushed the awkward brunette in a tight hug, the two grinning wide as they clung to each other. She stepped back after a moment and cupped his face, inspecting his eyes and his smile before reaching up to ruffle his hair. "I missed you. It's been, like, 4 years."

He scratched the back of his neck with a sheepish grin and chuckled nervously, glancing to the side. "Y-Yeah, well, school was an ass back then. A-And I'd already had plans this past summer so..." Dylan tried to hide the fear in his voice and the trauma-ridden anxiety in his eyes with a cough, but he knew it was in vain. Her green eyes flickered over his face and her grin faltered, her fingers twitching on his jawline as she stepped away.

"Right, well." A small silence ensued before she picked up her smile and fixed the country hat draped over her ginger pigtails. "Let's all head inside, yeah? It's hotter than the devils ass crack right now and I need some damn tea." A brief chain of laughter flit through the group and the tension dissipated. "Oh! And, as a local to this lovely town, I'd like to say—Welcome to Salem."

"Oh! Dani, this is my best friend Kaitlyn!" Dylan dragged the ginger away, guiding her towards the very short Asian woman, who smiled with her hands in her rear pockets.

"Hey. Dylan hasn't shut up about you for weeks." Dani flushed slightly and shook her head with a hum.

"Yeah, he's always been a bit of a talker. Never got that 'smooth' in there though." She teased. The two girls were delighted as Dylan took their teasing banter in stride, slinging his arms over their shoulders.

"Oh haha so funny. I don't need to be smooth, okay? I-I've got charm." The two girls shared a look before Kaitlyn slipped away with a snicker. "Wha—Kaitlyn come on! Hey!"

Dani stepped back as her cousin dashed after the smaller woman, turning on her heel. Things were different now. She could feel it. The hairs on the back of her neck tingled and she tilted her head to the left. Green clashed with blue, and even though the owner of those blue eyes was having a conversation with the the tall jock-type guy named Jacob, his gaze never lost any of the intensity it'd held gazing at her. She hummed and pursed her lips, her heart skipping a beat and a low hiss leaving her teeth. His body jolted abruptly and his fingers clenched around his luggage. Dani narrowed her eyes in reply, fixed her hat and traipsed the rickety wooden steps.

Max's eyes hadn't left her once.

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A massive 1,300-pound bull escaped from a Massachusetts farm Monday morning, causing a highway crash before charging at officers, police said. Workers at Mathieu Farms in Raynham, Massachusetts, were in the process of loading the bull onto a truck for the slaughterhouse around 9 a.m. when the animal became enraged and escaped. Raynham police received calls that a large “highly aggressive” black bull was running down Jennings Drive near Elm Street East. The bull ran through fences, including electric fences, and jumped over a six-foot-tall berm to escape. Before officers arrived, the bull had run onto I-495, causing at least three vehicles to crash. One driver was transported to a local hospital with injuries, police said. The bull fled into the woods off Elm Street East and then into Lake Nippenicket near a Raynham Water District building. EMERGENCY CALL LEADS ARIZONA OFFICIALS TO ESCAPED REPTILE CROSSING BUSY HIGHWAYOfficers and farm staff located the bull swimming in the lake. Upon seeing the officers, the bull “quickly and aggressively swam toward” them, police said. An officer fired shots from a rifle, but they were ineffective, and the bull continued swimming toward the shore, police said. The officer fired several more shots, striking the bull in the leg, disabling it. The owner of Mathieu Farms retrieved his hunting rifle and euthanized the bull, Raynham police said. “I want to commend our brave officers who put themselves in harm’s way to make sure that a bad situation did not get worse,” Chief LaPlante said in a statement. “Facing a charging 1,300-pound bull is not something you go into your shift thinking is going to happen, but our officers were able to respond and effectively handle the situation and prevent further injury and destruction.”

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