deernet | [Video -> Text] un: alcaid [Locked from Stanley Pines]

[The video starts off dark. There's some shuffling sounds, like someone dragging clothing on hangers across a metal rack. Then, a pair of eyes, one bright gold and the other white look into the feed, wide and startled. The camera blurs out, but the tiniest, panicked voice can be made out.]

Alcaid! I said textIsaidtext!

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Ignore that, thanks.

I just want to give a quick heads up, especially to anyone who saw my uncle's post about my other uncle leaving: He's back.

Sort of.

He's thirty years younger and doesn't have any memories of this place so, try not to be too alarmed if you see him. If you could also avoid bringing up Bill (If you know who I mean) to him, that would be great.

It makes me wonder... how many of us from the Dream are still here? It seems like a lot of us have gone back to the ocean. I went through the doors because I didn't have a place in my own story anymore, hoping this would be the place where I fit. Maybe that was just wishful thinking and we don't fit anywhere anymore.

Anyway, that's all.

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[Big mood, little buddy. It's good to see Dipper too, though. The more familiar faces right now... the better.]

Getting by, for the most part. I'd ask how you're holding up but - I can probably guess. Sometimes makes you wish you could just... throw a line out and catch some squid, huh?

[Bleak humor for the win?]

I'm the real picture of Taking Things Well today.

Yeah. I've definitely thought about it a few times but ...I dunno. Maybe he wants to be out there, who am I to take that away from him, you know?

Yeah. I know how that goes. You're not wrong - I guess I'm just trying to make things sting less.

Ha. I see what you did there.

Thanks. I really appreciate it.

Hey, not a problem. It's never easy. But if you need anything, I'm around.

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