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Dipper Pines ([personal profile] ghostharasser) wrote in [community profile] deernet2022-05-08 10:03 pm

[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!

[It cuts and then a moment later a text post is attached.]

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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Re: [text]

[personal profile] subject_013 2022-05-24 05:30 am (UTC)(link)
So we arrived in the nightmare at close to the same time? Interesting.

A hard copy as well as an audio version would be in order, the latter for the accessibility, and the former for aesthetics as well as back up. Perhaps we can find an artist to prepare a version to resemble a medieval illuminated manuscript.

I'd kept journals as well during my days in Deerington, though considering the amount of personal insights which I would prefer to keep to myself, I shall have to edit the entries heavily. I may not have made it public, but I was not fond of Julia Sodder. However, I had my reasons. In some ways, she saved me, in other ways, she interfered with my work.

It would be wise. My world of origin was the stuff of most people's nightmares. Except for the types who've watched one too many zombie movies and think they could shoot their way through the apocalypse with no thought for how to rebuild afterwards.