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[A little waterlogged, sorta banged up, and a touch too close to the camera is Mabel Pines. She glowers, frowning until the edges of her mouth nearly meet her jaw.]

Dipper Pines.

If by chance, you can see this, then please. ANSWER YOUR DARN MESSAGES YOU BIG FAT POOPFACE!!!

[That said, she retreats to a more comfortable distance. It's clear now that she's inside a small, darkened building. A glass window has been blown out to her left. Judging from the piping behind her and the boiler in the back, this was some kind of utility hut. A power source, perhaps. Pawing his way up into her lap is an equally soggy and forlorn looking lion cub, who's trying to make a nest out of her sweater. Mabel cuddles him with one arm and rubs at his ears as she speaks into her bracelet. A smile has been fixed back onto her face and the usual pep she speaks with has usurped the ire.]

To anyone else who gets this, hello! If we haven't met, I'm Mabel. How are you? I hope you're doing dandy. That storm was a real doozy, huh? A real old people sweeper. I got swept onto a whole other island! A creepy, weird, underwater but not underwater island with a whole bunch of terrifying buildings and dead fish. I think they're fish.

[She turns the camera to the corner. There lies a greenish-blue blob the size of a Great Dane, with six pointed spines and one blind eye turned to the ceiling. Its fishy mouth lays open as if it died mid-scream.]

Look at that. Isn't the world majestic? Who knew such rich wildlife was swimming several hundred miles under our feet?

Anyway! I'm fine. I think everyone should come check this out though, there's some weird stuff going on here. Besides the obvious. There's a whole lost civilization here, and I'm gonna check it out some more for you guys, but right now I'm just uh. Warming up. Taking a ten. If anyone has any tips on how to start a fire I might try grilling up the catch of the day over there. Sorry Samson. [She clucks her tongue at her expired companion in the corner. She's named it already.] Fish gotta swim, birds gotta eat. Y'all are welcome at the barbecue by the way! There's plenty of blob here for everyone!

[And, with a not-so-subtle clearing of the throat and a definite dimming of cheer:]

Also if you see Dipper, please let me know and tell him to call his sister! He looks like me, but less cool and with a hat.

That's it for now. Later guys!

((OOC: I'm gone most of today but I will be here late evening and all the rest of the week!))

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[Alright so, being swept up in a storm to a whole other island? Is not exactly the strangest thing to ever happen to him but it is pushing towards his top five, so Meallan might need a welcome message that he's not the only one here after all but.

But he hadn't expected one of the other people here to be a child. It puts a considerable dent in his belief that maybe this group has some understanding of what they're all doing because while he knows that the world, any world really, is hardly a nice and friendly place that will wait until everyone's old enough to deal with what it might throw at them, there's a difference between that and actively using children in world saving missions. But getting upset about it won't help anyone he imagines, so better to just... try and do what he can. As a waterlogged, one-armed elven mage with diminished magic. Still, he has a staff?]

Firstly, I'm not certain you should really be eating that. It doesn't look like any fish I've ever seen before and it could be poisonous. Although I'm also not certain how you could even cook it.

[Really, it looks like a blob of jelly almost. Won't it just break apart?]

Second, it might be safer for all of us if we're not wandering around on our own. Or at least no more than necessary. Who knows what's in this place other than dead fish.

[Congrats on your big stick, bro, use it wisely]

Hey, just because it looks weird doesn't mean it can't taste good! Have you ever really thought about spaghetti? That's slippery wet noodles made from ground up plants and stuff, and then they mashed a bunch of tomatoes together so it looks like guts, threw more leaves in it for flavour, and then they ground up a bunch of cows...rolled the meat into balls...Lots of stuff looks weird for the first time, but you never know if it's good unless you try it!

[She beams into the camera.]

Also I'm starving.

[And as for the second part...]

I was trying to do that but I couldn't find anyone, and it's cold, and creepy, and I'm...I still can't find Dipper. I don't even know where I am, much less anyone else.

I... can't say I have, no. [He might have pointed out that he didn't actually know what that was but... she'd rather specifically described it in enough detail that he felt like he had an idea about it now.

Besides he really doesn't want to know what else she might add given the chance.]

That might be true, but what if it makes you sick or turns out to be poisonous after all? If you're alone, it mightn't be a good idea to risk something like that.

[Unfortunately he's a bit at a loss to help with her finding someone. Unless...]

I don't suppose there are any noticeable landmarks nearby? Or you can remember how you got to where you are?

[You're missing out man, perhaps you should ask Papyrus about it. I hear he is the local spaghetti expert.]

UGH. So sensible. How would anyone get anything in their stomach if they were always worried about food poisoning? It hasn't even been dead that long!

...I think. [She'll mosey on over and poke at it. Then lick her finger. She gives a wince and a shudder.] FFft. I can't tell if that's rot or plain old fish reek. They bleed together sometimes.

[Meanwhile the little lion just starts to...lick it. Repeatedly. Mabel laughs.]

Uh oh, looks like I've got one seal of approval!

[But yes more importantly! (Only just though, she's really getting the munchies.)]

Landmarks, uhm....Well. This hut thing is right outside a school! There's a playground next to it. Do you know what a playground looks like? [She smiles, somewhat apologetically but also bemused.] Sorry. You just look really elf-y, and everyone here is from space or some other medieval planet...hard to tell what anyone would know!

Usually by making certain that it's actually edible first. Or that there's someone else nearby just in case. [But it's said with a smile since he's fairly certain that she's not being serious. ...right?

Well at least he thinks that until the lion gets involved and then suddenly he's a lot less certain. Creators, maybe he should try and figure out where she is an hurry over. Just to be safe.]

You're right about one thing anyway. I look 'elf-y' because I'm an elf, and a lot of what I've seen here doesn't exist in my world. But I've seen schools before, or things close enough I can probably figure it out.

Would you wait until I got there? I can start a fire if that's helpful.

[please don't just eat raw 'what is that even' fish. please.]

You sound like my brother.

[And he's probably right for it, too. She grouses.]

Okay fine. I will wait until you get here. It'll be better cooked, anyway. I'm hungry but I'm not that hungry. Maybe in a few days.

[It'll be time to test out her mettle then. Survival of the fittest. And once she figures out fire Mabel will be pretty darn fit, if she does say so herself.]

I'll be waiting for ya!

Hopefully in a few days you still won't be that hungry. Maybe it's possible to catch fresh fish?

[Or he hopes since the ones on the ground aren't great looking. Still, he starts off in what seems a likely direction, keeping an eye out for anything that might suggest a school along the way.]

Your brother's Dipper? Does he look much like you? I could keep an eye out for him as well.

[Pearl flinches as she sees Samson, wrinkling her iconic triangle nose at the sight. There's no telling where that thing has been, let alone if it was edible. But the name, Dipper is familiar to her, along with the girl's name, having heard it in passing from Ford. So this was the other sibling.]

Hello Mabel. [Pearl tries to ignore the dead fish in the background.] I'm glad you and your pet are alright. Though, might I suggest an alternative to eating... that? Perhaps there are some other means of food around here.

Instead of Samson. Or things like Samson.

Things like Samson? [She strokes her chin in thought.] Weeeeeeell, I saw another guy outside! Humberto! [And the feed jostles as she rushes to the window, but soon steadies on a dead...thing....it's three feet long, flat and finless, and its head is shaped like a kite.]

That looks relatively more close to stuff that's edible, right? Should be fine in a pinch, a little sushi never hurt nobody.

[UGH. The sight of Humberto causes Pearl to visibly flinch. She had to keep remembering, with Steven not around, that humans need food to survive. She, herself, not so much.

Pearl crosses her arms with a soft huff and waves her hand dismissively, to push away her own doubts lingering.]

It... might be edible? I'm only familiar with Earth foods, even if I don't consume it.

Just as long as you cook it, hopefully there will be no unwanted side effects...

Edited 2016-05-02 12:01 (UTC)

[Hold onto your lunch Pearl, the island is rife with the best the deep has to offer. Perhaps it's time to assimilate!!]

Earth foods? [Well, she didn't want to say anything, but this lady was definitely a little weird looking. Beautiful, but weird looking. Plus Lancer was probably an alien (he'd never corrected her about it) so they could clearly come in very human shapes.

Then she takes a double take at the username and gasps.]

Hey! Pearl! You know Steven, right? Are you one of his gem ladies?

I've tried a few earth foods in the past but I'm not really a fan--

[Oh she perks right up and blinks. Boy, Steven was popular. But she offers a small smile and nods with a modest shrug of her shoulders.]

Yes, that's correct, Mabel. I'm Pearl. I'm one of Steven's caretakers.

What do you usually eat then? Clouds? Rainbows? Dreams?

[Wouldn't that be wild. What would dreams taste like? Her own would be delicious, they were great.]

I KNEW IT. Hi! I'm one of Steven's friends. I made the poncho for him in the fashion show!

Is it true you're a magic rock person?

Actually, we don't require food or water in order to sustain ourselves. We can eat or drink if we wish to. Ocassionally, I prefer tea myself.

[Ah yes! Her fashion show! She had also seen Riza in the fashion show, and Pearl had helped her with her catwalk.] I'm so glad he's made such good friends here. Stylish ones to boot!

But yes, I am essentially a magic rock from outerspace. What you see is a projection made by my gem, which has mass, in order to interact with the world around me.

Edited 2016-05-03 02:32 (UTC)

Boo, really? You're missing out. You've never tried gummy koalas before? Or chocolate cookie crumble milkshakes? I bet you'd be all about it if you gave it a shot!

[She laughs at the mention.] Oh please, it was nothing. I'm so happy he agreed to participate! Boy's got some moves. It's easy to be friends with someone as sweet as Steven!

[THIS NEXT BIT THO. What is. What.]

So you're just a hologram? [Hmmmmmmmmmmmmm.] So you can...make up what you look like, right? Why not try out fairy wings? OH! Or you could be part tiger, part woman! You could even be a car if you wanted!

[Oh what.. pleasant sounding foods. She's sure Steven and Amethyst, maybe even Garnet, would be interested in such things. But it causes Pearl's own stomach to churn in distaste.]

Perhaps some other time I'll try something like that! For now, we have bigger problems at hand...

[As for shape shifting, the Gem shifts uncomfortably as she shrugs her shoulders.]

The most I ever do is change my clothes. I never really make myself look any different. I don't see a need in shapeshifting unless it's absolutely necessary.

I'll be sure to keep an eye out for your brother, but in the meantime... I'm really going to have join to chorus in suggesting some caution with that thing. It wouldn't be much of an experience to be stuck in a place like this and have food poisoning on top of it.

Bluuuuugh, then what am I supposed to eat? [She drops to the floor, still talking into her bracelet camera. Just horizontally now. Her lion rolls down with her and starts licking at her jaw, but she bats him off with a laugh.] Pahahahaha! Ah well. That's right, you could take me out hunting, couldn't ya? Such a ferocious little boo boo.

Thanks though, it would mean a lot to me. I just hope he's all right.

I'm sure [ what was his name again ] —Dipper is fine. He probably got left behind, and he's the one worried sick about you.

And as far as eating... other fish would be a good start. Fresher ones, maybe. Have you ever fished?

Yes, but he could have also been tossed into a gang of sharks! Sharks from the wrong side of the sea. [She drags her fingers down her cheeks.] You don't know him like I do, he's always in the wrong place at the wrong time!

Fished? Yeah. But I don't have a pole. I never mastered catching them with my hands either, they're always so slippery. What about you D.G., can you fish?

[The lion yawns.]

Sounds like a no. What about you, guy? Buddy? [She squints at the username.] ...Ashraf?

Ashraf is right. It's good to meet you, Mabel. [ that goes with a warm smile, despite everything ] Personally, I've never even held a fishing rod. But how hard could it be?

I dunno, have you ever heard the phrase "slippery as a fish?" It's pretty hard to catch them without a rod or a net...

Wait. Maybe we can make a net. QUICK. What is your current supply status? What resources do you have around you? String-y resourses!

[ oh, huh, that's actually not a bad idea. he pauses, then glances thoughtfully around at off-screen around him. ]

Well, there's plenty enough of seaweed. How are you at braiding?

[ badou had almost responded with a video, but a second look at her surroundings led him to realize that he wasn't all that far from her. it helped, too, that he definitely heard her yelling coming from a building he just so happened to pass by, so by the end of her transmission, it wasn't all that hard to pivot around and double-back.

wet debris crunch noisily under his boots as he gets closer, and he takes special care to stomp with a bit more purpose before officially making his presence known.

that is to say, a knock against the sill of that blown out window. ]

Knock knock.

[ he's not the friendliest sight, truth be told. tall and water-logged like the rest of them, his eyepatch still firmly in place, and something white and soggy hanging from his lips rather uselessly.

still, his tone is light and friendly. ]

I heard a lil' lady was in need of a fire 'round here.

Edited 2016-05-01 19:10 (UTC)

[It's not the noise that alerts her first. It's the way D.G.'s ears perk up. He rises from her lap, stare intent and tail twitching.]

What is it, boy?

[This bit should probably be played out with a dog and not a lion...like ever...but anyway, she's staring with him. Cocking her grappling hook at the ready, just in case. You never knew with this place.

Then there's the footfalls. Walks like a person. The knock. Knocks like a person. A ginger head of hair stoops into view through the window.

Looks like a person! THANK GOODNESS. She's on her feet in an instant and trotting up to the sill, speaking up to him like she's ordering from tacos a food truck. D.G. follows at her heels, even putting his paws up to get closer to the strange soggy intruder.]

Hey! You got my message! Thanks — you...

[Her brows furrow. She rises to her tiptoes to check if anyone's behind him. Nope. Alone.]

— Who are you?

[ badou's cheerful expression flattens in record time, his chin falling into an open hand. his elbow is propped precariously on the sill, right between two jagged glass shards that still remain, but most of his attention is drawn towards the young girl and her feline friend. ]

Nice t'meetcha too, [ he responds in a dull tone.

but he supposes introductions are due. ]

Name's Badou Nails. [ he reaches into his backpocket, fishing out a familiar metal box...

after a second he holds it out, flipping the cap back to ignite a flame right in front of her face. ]

D'ya want it or not?

[Oops. He sounds not so pleased. But really, the whole stranger danger thing still exists within her. Somewhere. She's let it go pretty lax at Gravity Falls and even more so here. It's just weird because right now she wasn't expecting anyone to show up on seaweed island at all.]

I'm Mabel. You're right, it is nice to meet you. Sorry. This place has got me all blaaaurgh. [Her tongue lolls out and her hands waggle mid-air for effect.] You know how it is. Get marooned on island, you think it's deserted, then BAM. It's not, and maybe you were in purgatory the whole time, or maybe not...who knows!

[Bwoosh.

When he produces the lighter, she bounces up and down on her toes and makes grabby motions.]

Yes! Yes I do! I'm so hungry, I could eat liver and onions. Have you had liver and onions? That's how desperate I am!

[ this would be the part where he says something along the lines of "say pretty please first" because sometimes he's actually twelve years old, but shit he's pretty damn hungry too, and even though that fish thing ain't looking so good, it's probably better than nothing. ]

Pretty sure we ain't the only ones here, if that makes ya feel any better.

[ a pause, as he recalls something. ]

And I'm sure your brother's around somewhere. If he ain't here, then he's probably back where we're supposed to be, yelling into his own bracelet about ya.

[ he shifts away from the window and towards the door, but before actually stepping through, he glances back at her. or rather — her lion cub. ]

Uh. May I come in?

[She gives an enormous groan of relief, her shoulders dropping. Whoo. Didn't even know how tense she was!] That's good news. Bad good news. I guess. As long as somebody made it.

[When he gets to mentioning her brother though, some of that spunk dims around the edges.] I sure hope so. [She starts to tug at the end of a lock of hair. Twirling it around in her fingers and threading it through the knuckles.] He made it here three months without me before, he's tougher than he looks, but...

[No. No more of that. She gives herself a little flick to the temple and straightens up again. This dude's got a lighter, they're both hungry, and there's a giant seafood extravaganza just in the corner.]

Yes! Of course! Allow me.

[She hops out of view, only to reapper as she pushes open the rather utilitarian door a few feet to Badou's left. She makes a frivolous motion with her free hand and bows.]

Enter, good sir, and we shall feast upon the mysteries of the deep!

[ for his part, badou remained quiet as she fell into a little bit of dismay, opting to just silently watch her as she sorted things out herself. he supposes being "tough" must run the family. ]

Good thing none of us are allergic to seafood, huh?

[ he wanders in, ducking his head to avoid getting pelted by the doorjamb and spares another glance around the small space. it's just as it had showed in that hologram, but somehow seeing it for himself helps make the setting feel that much more real and easier to process.

he walks over to the fish, making a face at the face its making in turn. ]

Shit, this thing's ugly. Probably a good thing whatever happened put it out of its misery, huh?

I haven't found Dipper, but I should find you! That place looks very cool!

[oh...it's the skeleton guy...she casts an uncertain look around at all the rusted coral-encrusted piping.]

"Cool" might be a stretch. Weird and intriguing, however, I will take.

If you come find us bring snacks, okay? [She holds up D.G. and presses her cheek against his furry forehead.] We are hun-ga-ry! Right D.G.? [She makes him wave a paw at the camera.]

Weird and intriguing it is!

Snacks? Oh, uh, alright! I don't know what there is to eat around here, but I'll bring what I can find!

[ It might be seaweed. ]

[homie if you bring her the hallucinogens i s2g.....]

It'll be better than cold dead fish, I bet! Here. Let me get the place spruced up a bit before you come! It might not be my house, but I refuse to be a bad host!

[ Is that a good "i s2g" or a bad one ]

Now that's the kind of attitude I like to see!! I'll try and find you in an hour, hopefully I can find something better than the dead fish by then!!

[idk do you want to help the 13 yo get high for the third time in game??? she's been urchined and oliviaed it's basically a past time now]

I'm counting down the minutes as we speak!!

[And she'll set to "tidying." Should he arrive within said hour he'll find she's managed to knock off some of the coral from the pipes and has tossed it out the window. Samson is currently being excommunicated, but he's a bulky fellow and she's having trouble trying to push him out the door. His blob fat is bulging around her as she scrambles, shoulder wedged into his body and feet scrabbling over the floor.]

HNNNNRGH...

[ jesus christ i had no idea mabel was so dank ]

[ Unfortunately though, there wasn't much to find. A place that had recently been under the water... there's little to eat that isn't "seaweed" or "more fish." Which is honestly a real pain, because Papyrus isn't all that particular to eating fish to begin with...

He can't show up empty handed though!! She's bothering to be such a good host and cleaning up, and he's going to be the most awful guest if he doesn't bring something!!

So he does show up with something. It's... they aren't fish, certainly.

It's a giant isopod. Which is honestly, disgusting. It has TOO MANY LEGS and looks LIKE A GIANT BUG and he hates even touching it, so he is actually holding it a foot away by one of it's horrifying legs when he finally finds Mabel. She's trying to push some blob of a thing out of the "house," it seems. ]

Ah! Mabel! Perhaps you should allow me to remove it for you!

[ Since it looks big enough to eat her, even if it's not alive. ]

Edited 2016-05-03 03:05 (UTC)

[I'M NOT TRYING TO....I JUST....SHUT UP!!]

[She can't see him, the blubber is kid of eclipsing her. The fish has been spread out lengthways in the door-frame and yet it still will not budge. Upright, it might reach Papyrus' chin.]

Huh? Oh! You're here already! [She wriggles out a single hand through the divide between fish and door. It gives a stunted wave.] Hi! Maybe you could pull while I push? I think we can do this together, just gotta give it a little extra shovesies.

Hello! And alright.

[If she really needs help (he thought humans were supposed to all be super strong...?). However, he lifts up the giant isopod he found, unsure what to do with it.]

But before I do, where should I put this?

Edited (oh also i wanted to ask if papyrus could just live with mabel in her awful shack of a house here during the event) 2016-05-04 02:02 (UTC)

( WHY DO SO MANY SMALL CHILDreN HAVE LIONS THO )

I can probably help you get a fire together. It'll be harder with everything various stages of damp, but we should manage. Do you know exactly where you are, ah... Mabel?

( it's the first time they've met, but he'll be good and remember her name. )

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