Voice testing... ridiculously new muse.

[pickmeorwhatever]

Sooooo... you made this journal thing completely on a whim, you don't have any plans, and all I'm going to do is sit around and kick back?








...I think I can live with that.

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[allknowinghacker]

Sometimes it's nice to just take it easy. My mun seems to like you a lot; says you're from a series she loves to watch.

[pickmeorwhatever]

If someone got bored enough to make a TV show about my life, you know they had to be pretty desperate.

[allknowinghacker]

Well, there has to be something interesting about it. I highly doubt tv people get that desperate from now on. Then again, look at some of those crazy reality shows they put on the air.

[pickmeorwhatever]

Yeah... it's like, where do they get these people? There're some real winners on there, let me tell you.

[bezazzled]

Sounds like a typical day at the Mystery Shack to me!

[pickmeorwhatever]

Yeah... except with even less responsibility. I didn't even know that was possible.

[bezazzled]

And if you think about it, we're doing even less work than that because it's the mun that's in control. We're just along for the ride. This roleplaying business is pretty great!

[pickmeorwhatever]

You know, buddy, you've got the right idea. Now, we just need to figure out a way to smuggle junk food into this "headspace" thing, then we'll be all set.

[bezazzled]

Please. I've got an even better set up than that! Where I'm staying, all I have to do is wish for snacks, and there they are! Like magic. It's totally awesome.

[pickmeorwhatever]

Whoa. I'm actually a little jealous now.

[bezazzled]

What can I say? It's kind of perfect for teenagers and almost teenagers. If you're ever interested, I could totally tell you all about it.

1/3

[discogirl]

Yeah!

[discogirl]

Heh-- yeah! I can too!

[discogirl]

Kicking back is... great!

[pickmeorwhatever]

It sure is, Dipper. Nobody ever kicks the bucket wishing they'd spent less time kicking back.

"Oh, no! If only I'd spent more time doing my taxes!"

[discogirl]

[There's a big, dumb-- albeit genuinely amused-- look on his face as he chuckles along.]

Haha, yeah! Can you imagine if someone was going toward the light and was all, "I can't die now! I'll be late for work"!

[pickmeorwhatever]

[She laughs amusedly before pretending to be completely serious.]

"Oh no, I died before I can get the laundry done! Now, my spirit is cursed to haunt this washing machine... forever!"

[discogirl]

[The laughter is still there! But now it's a little on the nervous side. HEY, IT COULD HAPPEN WHERE THEY LIVE, OKAY? But he'll save face.

Feigned gasp!] Oh no, washing machine ghost! Don't summon a red sock into my wash! Nooo!

[pickmeorwhatever]

[She chuckles at that mental image, folding her arms over her chest.]

I don't know, Dipper. If any guy can wear pink laundry and not lose all dignity, it's probably you. I mean, you totally rocked that lamb costume.

[discogirl]

[There's an immediate red that fills his cheeks... and a heck of a lot of sputtering filling his mouth at that.]

Wh-- I! _{I was hoping you'd forget about that...} But! I mean, I saved us so that was cool, but. It was. Uh. Thank you... for the compliment.

[He'll just be covering his face with his hat now.]

[pickmeorwhatever]

[It's a little amusing how embarrassed he gets about that. But she gets that, and that's why it's their little secret.]

You know who needs to wear that lamb costume? Soos. Now that would be pret-ty hilarious.

[discogirl]

[He'll peek from the top of the hat slowly, picturing their friend wearing his costume and immediately grinning once more. The genuine laughter would return, and he'll replace that hat!]

Oh, wow! He'd look like a big, fluffy cloud! All wrapped up in a bow, too!

[pickmeorwhatever]

[She leans back against the wall, smiling slyly at him.]

"Hey dudes. Check it out. Who wants a lamby lamby?"

I may have memorized the words to that song, by the way.

[discogirl]

[WENDY, PLZ. HE'S JUST A YOUNG BOY. Quit playing games with his heart-- er, emotions.

He'll try to be brave, though. And, yeah. Still red.]

It's... It's a catchy tune! I'm glad you... like it?

[pickmeorwhatever]

[She knows not what she does. All she knows is that Dipper is Dr. Funtimes, and also that he's way cooler than an average twelve year old in her book.]

Whoa, are you okay there, Dipper? You look like you're burning up.

[discogirl]

[Aaaaaaaa-- oh no! Think fast, Dipper!]

What? I am? Pfft! I don't even-- I'm just! You know. The... Sure is the lamby situation. Nnnot one of my better memories... Uh, defeating ghosts aside. I just didn't think you'd really think about... that.

[Welp. Truth works too!]

[pickmeorwhatever]

[She pauses for a moment, then ruffles his hair through his hat.]

If it makes you feel any better, I could show you more pictures of me when I was a kid.

[caesarcipher]

Oh that certainly sounds relaxing indeed... for the foreseeable future.
But you just never know when peace might be interrupted. When a greater purpose may call. When a great mystery arises, in dire need of solving~

[Mmyep. That's a tiny, one-eyed, gold, talking pyramid with little stick arms and legs and a top hat and bow tie floating near your shoulder, Wendy.
What do?]

[pickmeorwhatever]

[She's going to blink a few times to make sure she's not hallucinating. Then, she's going to look at the can of Diet Pitt in her hand.]

...Man, I've really got to lay off this stuff.

[caesarcipher]

[The pyramid chuckles. Because it can, apparently.]

I can assure you I am no soda-induced illusion, Wendy my dear.
It's here I float before you in the flesh and blood~

[pickmeorwhatever]

[She just goes quiet for a few seconds, understandably a little freaked out by a floating pyramid.]

...Do you even have blood?

[caesarcipher]

As a matter of fact, I do! Red and flowing through a beating heart which pumps it, just like yours!
Though perhaps not as apparent in this form, it's just one of the many things that make you and I really not so different after all, dear Wendy~

[The pyramid says enthusiastically as he floats even closer to her.]

[pickmeorwhatever]

[She's still just a little weirded out by the idea of a floating, talking pyramid that knows her name.]

Who are you, then? And how do you know who I am?

[caesarcipher]

Oh I know everyone in Gravity Falls! I suppose you could say I have a... watchful eye on the town~

As for who I am...
I have many names, and perhaps in time, you'll be fortunate and resourceful enough to learn them on your own.
But for now, you may call me "Mr. Pyramid."
Simple enough, yes?

[mystery_s_hack]

Who's kicking back where again? I ain't payin' you to read magazines you know.

[pickmeorwhatever]

I know. That's why I read 'em for free.