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Gravity Falls: Awakening

Gravity Falls: Awakening

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[ALL SPOTS TAKEN] Twenty years after a brutal murder has taken place in a small, rural town, a group of estranged old childhood friends are called back home to face old demons they once thought were long forgotten...

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very loosely based on the same universe of the tv show, gravity falls. but only if it took a much darker, more adult turn.

Introduction

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For as long as anyone cares to remember, Gravity Falls has always been an odd town, to say the very least. With an all too known troublesome and rather dark past, people seem to keep coming back to the ghost-town. No matter how long they may leave for, or what caused them to leave, they always seem to return home once more. As if they're being brought back by some unseen force. But that isn't to say this town is entirely terrible. However dark the past of the town may be, as it's always been the center of rumors, mysteries and stories it's a rather cozy place. Halled off to the deeper parts of a forest surrounded treeline, lies a small and rustic town. With a population no more than 2,593 people, and steadily dropping...

With a town that could be entirely looked over, as it's not even on any map or any directional service or device, it's rare whenever outsiders wander in. Chances are, if you aren't born in Gravity Falls, then you'd most likely never know of its existence. But those who aren't from the town, can't help but feel like they're always being watched by someone or something. But never feeling threatened, oddly enough.

But even odder still, are the residents of this town. They seem to carry on an overtly charasmatic and almost animated personality with whoever wanders into the small town. While some may come across standoff-ish, not wanting anything to do with outsiders, there are the friendly faces melded in, who are more than happy to help with whatever problem may arise...

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However dark and mysterious the past of Gravity Falls had been, it had never been as dark as people made it seem. Sure, the normal oddities and happenstances arose. Just like in any small town out there. Petty and every day crimes would take place. Someone stealing from a local grocery store, or looting a few smokes or drink from a gas station, or even egging the local police station. No matter what it was, it was never anything life-altering. At least, that was the case until almost two decades ago.

People used to be able to stay out well passed sundown. Being able to stay out with their friends, exploring and camping out in the surrounding woods. It was peaceful and safe. That was until a dead body was reported in the woods by a small group of childhood friends. Anyone who wasn't there, has no idea what actually happened that day, but the ones who were there well, they've never spoken about it. Not that they refused, it was more so they were physically unable to talk about it. Whether their minds were shattered after beyond repair, or they were just in need of help to be able to cope with what happened. The truth behind the events that took place that night, have remained within the group of friends and the victim, who was one of their own since. An unsolved murder case in a small town, which hasn't left many residents' minds since then, nor will it ever. A shadow looms over the small village, and it seems to only have been growing darker, hungrier since then...

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The town of Gravity Falls was shaken beyond its core by the tragic loss of an eight-year old child. Their body had been discovered in a mostly untouched campsite that was alongside an old and run down shack, along with her close friends. The circumstances of her death left the police officers involved beyond puzzled. Something had happened that night in the woods, that none of her remaining friends wanted to explain. But those who had tried were claimed to be crazy, delusional, or "it's all just your imagination." By both police, and the rest of the adults throughout the town.

The only information involving the incident, that was released to the public, was that the child's death was deemed a tragic accident. No one truly knows what happened, except for the remaining nine children there that night. Whatever horrors they witnessed that night, has continued to live on through them. Like a heavy fog that's weighed down on them since they were children.

Days, weeks, months pass. And finally, nearly twenty years soon pass by. Those once, close-knit friends are no longer by each other's side. Most having gone on their separate ways since. They've moved on to new things and become new people. Or at least most have tried. Although, that young girl's death still haunts them, more than ever. Whether the whispers that float around this town are true or not, the young girl's ghost hangs over their heads every passing day. Almost as if like it were an omen, or a reminder of how they were all here, except one. One who never got to grow up.

Now fully aged adults, these former friends will have to confront the truth of what happened. As in one way or another, they've found themselves coming back to this small town. Or, if they never left, they've been fighting the urge to look for answers. Until now. Their darkest fears and secrets will be rear their ugly heads and force these once close-knit friends to open that closet door and face the skeletons they thought were so well locked away. But now, after all these years, something has reawakened. Including an evil that was supposed to be sealed away all those years ago. The woods, nor those kids will ever be the same like they once were.

Will this reformed, rag-tag team of former friends, classmates, or even something more, be able to not only face each other once more, but their pasts, to be able to truly end an ancient evil that was once thought to be buried all those years ago? Or, has someone been lying this entire time, and is actually guilty of the events that unfolded that night twenty years ago? The only way for anyone to know, is to uncover the secrets they once thought were forgotten, and finish it once and for all.

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The Victim

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Sam Mathers | Died at 8, Appears 28 as a Ghost | Bi-Asexual | #1f2021 | Anya Taylor Joy | Taken: (Wolf's Bane109)

In life, Sam had been just like any kid who grew up in Gravity Falls. She was out-going, lively, a little odd but who in town wasn't? She was a bright child with an even brighter future ahead of her, and just before it could really even start to begin, her life was snuffed out one fateful night. The only one who knew what truly happened those twenty years ago, has taken it to the grave with her. That was until her spirit came back as a ghost, slowly regaining memories and fractions of being able to materialize in the human world for short bursts of time. The first person Sam felt herself being pulled towards was Eden, and she's been hanging amongst the shadows ever since. Sam knows she hasn't been strong enough to reach out to them before, only being heard as whispers of shadows, and she sees the torment it puts her old friend through. If Sam was only stronger, able to break through to Eden, she would. She would help all of her friends heal from their pain and suffering they all went through because of her death. All Sam wishes for, is being able to be seen again by her once close friends and family, to be able to help them find closure and to get the justice needed for what happened that night, but even Sam doesn't remember all of the details, but she knows who can and will be able to find the answers she needs. But all Sam needs, is time...

The De-facto Leader

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Miles Stevens | 27 | Heterosexual | #6C021B | Grant Gustin | Taken: (Caille)

Miles was a natural-born leader the moment he hit grade school. He was reckless enough to be okay being the first to try something new or go off into the unknown. He was good at listening to what others wanted and standing up for them when they felt they didn't have a voice. Then there was Sam, Sam made him feel weak in the knees at such a young age and he had the biggest crush on her. After her death he channeled all his time and energy into musical theatre, protecting his friends, and when he got older antidepressants.

The Jock

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Isla Serrano | 27 | bisexual | #9E555D | Zión Moreno | Taken: (phosphene)

Isla was always a strangely secretive child. It was hard for her to make friends, she never knew how to act, always seemed to be stuck between what she wanted and who she was supposed to be. Sam's death affected her, obviously, and she started to throw herself more into the sports her father wanted her to play, finally becoming the child he wanted. This left her with less and less time to spend with her childhood friends, though she tried not to shut them out of her life. She left town right after graduation, quickly blossoming into the young woman she is today. She never thought she'd step foot back in Gravity Falls, but her parents needed help keeping the family restaurant afloat, so she's reluctantly returning, knowing she's coming home looking like a completely different person than when she left.

The Nerd

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Venus (Vi) Matthews | 25 | Bisexual | #519cc2 | Halsey | Taken: (Caille)

Vi grew up in a colorless and lonely world. At every turn, there was a note on the fridge saying her parents wouldn't be home for dinner and it only became a habit as she got older. Vi strived in the oddities of the town as it made her feel she could be more of herself. Vi grew up learning the ins and outs of board games that led to her love of tabletop games and eventually cosplaying. Her life has been a series of faces trying to reach escapism.

The Outcast

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Elliot Fox | 26 | Bisexual | #96909c | Josh Ramsay | Taken: (partially-stars)

Everyone handled their trauma differently. Or in some cases, they didn't process it at all. Elliot tried burying it, tried being the bright, shiny child he had been all along. That didn't last; the bullies saw to that. But he still tried burying it, tried pretending that it had never happened. The result was, he became known as "the weird kid." Somehow, he managed to graduate high school, shocking everyone. However, shortly after that, he was hospitalised for an extended period of time, and rumours flew around about what had actually happened. He left town shortly after to follow his dreams; but something is calling him home.

The Stoner

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Eden Ackerman | 26 | Homosexual | #0e849e | Lynn Gunn | Taken: (Wolf's Bane109)

Eden and Sam were best friends back when they were children. Growing up on the same street, staying over each other's house for sleep-overs, anything you could name, they did it together. Wherever one went, you never saw one without the other. No one was more shaken up than Eden after Sam's death. It was like losing a part of theirself. A part of their very own soul. Without Sam, Eden slowly fell apart. It was like everything came crashing down around them. Before that night, Eden's family life was already plenty miserable enough, but after Sam, Eden's life continued to spiral further down. By the time they were six-teen years old, Eden had already dropped out of school. Their grades had been failing at too rapid of a rate, as did their mental and emotional health. It wasn't so long after dropping out that they turned to substances to keep the demons from their past at bay. If they didn't stay sober, they couldn't hear the voices. Couldn't see the shadows from the corners of their eyes in rooms or hallways. Anything to numb the pain and looming memories that dared to creep over them like an enveloping shadow. It's safe to say that Eden never left Gravity Falls, and has been living out of the backroom of the local 'Mystery Shack' in the middle of town, where they work part time as a cashier for the small oddity shop. But Eden has always known something was off about the town, especially after that night. They're aware something is coming, they just aren't sure what or even who it may be..

The Journalist

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Heaven Conrad | 24 | Pansexual | #ebb13a | Hayley Williams | Taken: (partially-stars)

Eva, as she prefers to be known, has spent her whole life in the shadow of her family's legacy. Her father and mother own and run some of the biggest companies on the West Coast. But Eva's never been the business type. She went to college to study English and Journalism, and has been all but cut off by her family in the intervening years as she made it clear that she did not want to be a part of the family and their ideals any more. She knows that, perhaps, if she made a name for herself as a respectable journalist, they might take her back. Which is why she instead began working on a podcast investigating the strange goings on of a town in Maine.

The Detective

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Mason Cartwright | 27 | Homosexual | #800000 | Andrew Garfield| Taken: (Wolf's Bane109)

Mason hadn't grown up in Gravity Falls, but a town over. He grew up just as any other child out there, with hopes and dreams. But, he didn't know what he wanted exactly, or who he was supposed to be. Growing up in the home he did, being himself was anything but accepted. So when he was outed by his parents finding him with a boy, he was kicked out, but not before having a few lasting scars that still ache to this day. He was dedicated to being able to help others, and originally went into CPS, but after seeing just how bad some crimes were, he decided to join law-enforcement and not soon after climbed the ranks of becoming a detective. He was looking at cases when he stumbled upon the cold case file of a child named Sam Mathers, and after some digging, he remembered it was a case back in Gravity Falls. With no set direction, he accepted to take on the case of the murder that happened when he was a child himself, and he's dedicated to finding out the truth of what happened that night...

The Artist

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Ashir Rahman | 28 | pansexual | #3C5148 | Riz Ahmed | Taken: (phosphene)

Ashir's put his entire heart and soul into his art, and after a particularly unfruitful residency in Vermont where he felt like he'd lost touch, he decided to take a little road trip before heading back home. While driving through a particularly scenic part of Maine, his car broke down. With no cell signal, he walked the few miles into town, found a place to stay the night. That night, he had the most vivid, bizarre dream of his life, and woke up to create one of the first pieces of art he'd felt truly proud of in ages. So he just stayed, making more and more abstract art by the day.

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Mature Content - Due to the premise of this story, this shouldn't be a shock. But I am going to preface this straight away. **TRIGGER WARNING NOW**. In this role play, your characters will be subjected to mature content and if you don't think you'll be comfortable with anything along the lines of what is hinted at in the above sections, I can only advise you to leave now. This RP in short, will contain Strong language, violence, and gore. Mentions of drug use, abuse, possible self harm and even suicide. As well as the obvious, murder involving a child. Your characters will be in intense and adult situations so be prepared now. If you think you can handle these subject matters, then I am more than happy to welcome you aboard.

Character Interaction - Just because your character(s) do not like each other doesn't mean they can't interact with others. If anything that's more reason to put them together and see how they interact. This role play is very character relationship driven, but I will provide direction to advance the plot. I want everyone to be included, so if you have an idea for your character and another, do it! Just because your character is a loner type doesn't mean they have to constantly be by themselves. While there is a supernatural element to this role play, it is realistic fiction so keep that in mind when writing your character's responses.

Post Expectancy - Due to this being both a story driven and character driven role play, this won't be a fast paced RP in terms of posting and getting responses up. I get that life happens, people work, and have lives outside of online. As long as literally like, one person can get a single post up just once a month, I'm not too hard pressed. But, if you think you won't be able to respond for long bursts of time, just message me and I'm sure we'll be able to make a way to narratively progress until you're able to come back without removing your character from the over all narrative.

Ghosting - I think everyone can understand the annoyance that comes with this. While we do get life happens and you may need to step away, as mentioned above. But what is not tolerated, is either sending in a CS and never completing it because one dips without a word, someone reserves a spot and never submits a CS and someone else loses out on that spot due to waiting for that CS submission. Or, when it comes to posting and someone just disapears into thin air. If you feel like you cannot respond to a post, make a character, or even just spare the time for an RP, you can always bow out whether temporarily or permanently with a simple "Hey, I don't think I can carry on with this RP because 'insert reason here', and everyone will be understanding. But disapearing without a word is not the way to do it, and you'll be immediately removed from the RP if I need to get into contact with you more than three times and never receive a response from you for long periods of time. Plenty of my RP's in the past have died because people have ghosted. Someone ghosts for more than a month without responding to my message? Well, you'll be removed and we'll carry on without that character(s).

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Character Portrait: Eden Ackerman Character Portrait: Elliot Fox Character Portrait: Wednesday Jones Character Portrait: Isla Serrano Character Portrait: Eva Conrad Character Portrait: Benjamin Falls Character Portrait: Mason Cartwright Character Portrait: Venus Matthews Character Portrait: Sam Mathers Character Portrait: Miles Stevens
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Welcome to, Gravity Falls...

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Eden Ackerman
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the stoner | outfit | #0e849e
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Once in a dream I thought
I could keep you safe forever
You held on to me
A beautiful scene
I still remember
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8:00am October 25th, 2021
Twenty years after 'The Accident.'

It had been twenty years to the date since that ever fateful day in the local woods that outlined the small town of Gravity Falls. Twenty years since a group of children had discovered the remains of, what could only be assumed to have been their friend, Sam Mathers. Twenty years since six children were left scarred for life by whatever they saw and experienced out in those woods, and one child who wasn't allowed to grow up. And twenty years since a heavy weight fell over the town. Almost as if a curse had befallen the people who lived there. But that's just stories, right?

The skies above this small forest town were just as grey as they had always been, sunshine being a rarity but never an unwanted sight to be had. The air was blanketed in what could only be described as a heavy fog as it drifted down the streets. Giving it a somewhat eery appearance. Due to it still being rather early in this small town, life hadn't exactly kick started itself for the day just yet. As stores were slowly beginning to open their doors for the day. Students and workers walking down the stretch of side-walk as they made their commute, whatever it may have been for. But the energy that this day seemed to always hold was equally as heavy as the fog that hang about the air. Seeing as it was the twentieth anniversary since 'The Accident'.

An accident, Eden mused to themself. A god damn accident doesn't eviscerate a child. Anyone and everyone who was in the woods that night knew it wasn't a god damn accident. Whether they wanted to admit it or not. An accident doesn't cause a child to be nearly torn to pieces, and be enough cause for a closed casket to be needed for a god damn eight-year old. It was some sort of fucked cover-up on the police's end, and everyone knew it. The cops in this damn town cared more about saving their own asses and sweeping it under the rug, than bringing the dark truth to light. The truth that what happened that night, wasn't normal nor natural. That something had caused a child to die a brutal death like Sam Mathers had. And something or at least someone had to have been responsible for what happened to the others. Kids don't just become unable to control themselves. Kids don't all just have a panic attack and all go unconcious all at once, like some kind of hive-mind mentality. There was no logical explanation.

Yet, the cops swept it under the rug and treated it like any other investigation. They were nothing more than children who needed real help. Psychological and mental help. Not just a pat on the back and an 'It's gonna be okay'. That doesn't help repair a broken mind of an impressionable child. And the fact that everyone in this town, had gone back to their old ways within a few months. None of it made sense, not even to the ones who were literal children at the time. The remaining kids knew it was wrong. That something was wrong, but they were more or less silenced. And for what? Cuz they knew the truth? None of it made sense...





Eden stood alone as their eyes looked almost glazed over. Tears having since long stained their cheeks. Eden rubbed their face once more, finally wiping away their nearly dried tears from their darkened, hazel green eyes. They were kneeling down in front of a small headstone that was under a medium sized pine tree, a bit off from the rest of the headstones that littered the cemetery. Their eyes scanned over the carved lettering into the old and gray stone:

In Loving Memory
Samantha Lily-Rose Mathers
1993-2001


Eden could feel that all too familiar burning sensation start up behind their eyes once more as their hands trembled as they were down by their sides. It wasn't right. Sam should have been here beside all of them. She should have been allowed to grown up. She should have graduated like the rest of them. Should have been able to have been to fall in love and experienced life. Even for all of the shitty aspects of life, they were all worth it. It wasn't fair that one of them wasn't here, while everyone else was still alive, wherever they may have been. Eden felt their chest tighten as tears streamed down their eyes once more, tightening their fists once more. Taking a deep breath as they slowly tilted their head upwards, the sun shining down on their pale skin as the sun peaked out from behind graying clouds. "You de-deserve to be here, Sammy..." Eden mumbled softly, keeping their eyes closed as they felt a soft gust of wind scrape across their skin. With a heavy intake of breath, Eden retrieved their black sunglasses from their jacket's pockets and put them on, slowly looking around as they could once more sense as if someone was watching them.

But like usual, Eden braced themself as they turned to face whatever was spying on them from afar, but there was nothing there. "It's fine, E-Eden...It's f-fine." they reassured themself, rubbing their hands together in the cold October air. Eden glanced down at the headstone once more, gently pressing their palm against the cold stone, closing their eyes once more as they said a few silent words to themself and got back up to their feet. Nearly towering over the small grave, shaking their head as they let out a sigh. "'Till ne-next year, Sam..." they said softly. Clicking their tongue, and there was a chirp as a small, brown form bounded towards them, rubbing against their leg. "Let's get some br-breakfast hm, S-Seb?", Eden questioned the small otter that was on a lead, and turned on their heels, heading back towards the entrance of the cemetery. But not before seeing a few familiar faces at the front gate of the cemetery.

Eden stopped and paused for a moment, taking a deep breath as they looked at the family, "I-I hope you've be-been well." they stuttered out. A nervous tick that they still hadn't ever been able to break. Even after all these years, Eden was never able to break their stutter when talking to other people.

The older man within the group gave them a kind smile as he stepped forward, gently enveloping Eden in a soft hug, "We have, Eden. Thank you. How have...How have you been?" Ezekiel asked with a kind smile, stepping back once the hug came to an end. Eden returned his smile with a small one of their own. "I'm alright. Th-thank you, Mr. Ma-Mathers." Eden sheepishly dug their shoe into the partially frozen dirt below. The younger male who was standing next to his father gave them a gentle smile, "It's good to see you always, 'Ed. You could come 'round the house sometime." Kyle commented, "-But, there's no pressure. Just letting you know you can always stop by, if you ever needed anything, of course." Alexandra smiled at her son's comment, "What he's trying to say is, there's no need to make a stranger of yourself, hun. You're always welcome to our home. Always have, always will." the woman reassured with a warm smile that met her eyes.

Eden smiled nervously as they dug their hands into their pockets, nodding slightly in response. "I app-ppreciate it. Th-thank you." Eden began to turn to leave, but stopped half way before turning back to face them, "I might t-take you up on th-that sometime. I'll l-let you get back to your v-visit." Eden nodded once more, the family simply nodded and gave the young blond a gentle smile and carried on about their day as they parted. As Eden walked away, they took a deep breath. That small voice whispering in their ear begining once more. Eden needed to get their mind off of things, but before they could do that they knew they'd need to get something to eat and headed off in the general direction to where the local diner was. They didn't have work as they always got this day off from it, for obvious reasons. Something they appreciated about the Mathers. They gave everyone that worked at the store the day off. They'd need time with things today, just like they always did every time this day came around for the past ten years. Today was like no other, or at least that's what Eden thought. But for now, Eden planned to get some food for them and their roommates, and head back home. Where they'd do nothing at all for the rest of the day, if they were lucky and didn't get roped into their roommates usual bullshit...





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the outcast. outfit. #96909c.
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they're better off without you,
cause a scene like you're supposed to
they'll fall asleep without you
you're lucky if your memory remains
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If he was being completely honest, Elliot would have rather not been in town on that day of all days. Being home was going to be hard enough as it was without being there on the anniversary. But the way everything had shaped up, it was the only day he could arrive. His parents weren't around either. It was Steve and his mom's fifth anniversary, and they'd had a non-refundable cruise booked. It did at least mean he had his childhood home to himself, but he wasn't sure if that was a good or a bad thing.

Town had hardly changed since the last time he'd been home. Hell, it had hardly changed since he'd left. He was sure that it was a comfort to some, but it just left him feeling uneasy. Things were supposed to change. His neighborhood on the outskirts of LA seemed to change every time he left for a tour. But here he was, home for the longest time in seven and a half years, and nothing had changed. Except him, he reminded himself. He didn't have to be the same person he'd been back then. He wouldn't be that person.

He'd never been able to sleep on planes, and even though his flight was an overnight one, that didn't change. He'd rented a car and driven up himself, so he knew he should have been exhausted by the time he was dumping his bags on his bed. He should have been ready to pass out. But instead, he felt wide awake, too anxious to even think about sleeping. Was this a good idea? Had any of this been a good idea? He tried lying down on the bed in the hope his body would win out over his brain, but after ten minutes of staring at the ceiling, sleep feeling as far away as ever, he figured it was futile. So, instead, he decided to go for breakfast.

The diner had always been the best place in town to get breakfast after a long night, and while the unchanging nature of Gravity Falls freaked him out a little, that was the one thing he hoped hadn't changed. As he approached the diner, he spotted a familiar figure a short distance away. Somebody he'd only seen over screens for the past year and a half, since he'd managed to avoid coming home last Christmas. He grinned and began making his way over to them. They hadn't spotted him yet, by the looks of things. He had some witty comment in his head, ready to say to catch their attention, when, at the last moment, he spotted the animal they had on their leash.

"Is that a freaking otter?" he said as he reached Eden, almost without realising it. Then he grinned at them. "Hi."





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eva conrad
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the journalist. outfit. #ebb13a.
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she's a killer queen
gunpowder, gelatine
dynamite with a laser beam
guaranteed to blow your mind
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"On the surface, Gravity Falls seems just like any other town this far out in the woods. It's... quirky. But not in a bad way. The people are pleasant. A little... strange, perhaps, but pleasant. Truth be told, for most people, it's hard to tell if they're genuinely strange, or if it's an act that they're putting on. Gravity Falls' only tourist attractions is the lake and a charming establishment known as... the Mystery Shack. Gravity Falls' brand is that of the weird and the mysterious, so it makes sense that the people would be the same. But there's an undercurrent of... something else. Something... darker. I met a detective this week investigating a cold case from twenty years ago. His name is Detective Mason Cartwright, and I spoke with him yesterday about why he's here."

Eva clicked the stop button and groaned, stretching. The first episode of Orbiting was supposed to be coming out the next day, and Eva was still trying to get everything recorded and edited. Because she had plenty of experience in editing and putting shows together, she'd volunteered to do the bulk of the editing as well, with her producer doing any final tweaks and touch-ups. It had possibly been a little too much work to take on, but she wasn't backing down now. It just meant several early mornings and late nights. She, at least, had all of the interviews she needed recorded, it was just scripting and recording her own thoughts.

She'd already been at her desk recording takes for almost forty minutes, and she needed food. Being told, she didn't entirely trust the bed and breakfast's breakfast offerings, so instead, she sent a text to Vi.

To: Vi
wanted: recommendations for the best breakfast in town. reward: i buy you breakfast in return.

She'd been so glad when she'd arrived into town to discover Vi was also around. Knowing just one person in town made it so much easier to settle in and start to find out information. It meant that she got all the best insider knowledge and gossip, as well as having someone to grab a few drinks with in the evenings. Her phone buzzed with a reply from Vi.

From: Vi
“Best breakfast is a place that doesn't normally sell it! La Cocina de Serrano, I will meet you at the front door, I have connections ;)”

Eva grinned, grabbing her bag and slinging it onto her shoulder, before heading out to meet Vi.

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Eden Ackerman
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the stoner | outfit | #0e849e
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Once in a dream I thought
I could keep you safe forever
You held on to me
A beautiful scene
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Eden had been semi-out of things as they walked down the side-walk, having taken out their ear-buds and put one ear in, keeping another one on alert incase anything happened around them that they needed to react to around them. Occasionally mindnessly skipping songs that were on shuffle until they found one they liked in that moment, looking through a few different apps, liking a few posts or sent some memes to some of their friends. Just anything to keep their mind preoccupied from those damn voices. The cool autumn air that scraped across their skin as they walked was a welcoming thing. While there wasn't much that Eden looked forward to around Gravity Falls, they always managed to somehow enjoy the ever so small things. The crunch of fallen leaves under their every step, the sound and sensation of wind against their ear, and the smell of fall that filled the air. It was small things that like this, that made living in this ghost town bearable. Even when at times Eden wished that wasn't the case. Maybe if they had left when everyone else did, things could have gotten better. Maybe exploring the world and doing something at the very least would have been better than continuing to wallow in their own misery for twenty years. Yet here they still were.

Doing the same old shit, every god damn day. Never going anywhere, never progressing. Always in the same old cycle. It was like no matter how hard they tried, they were stuck in some endless sort of limbo. Being how they were wasn't exactly helping either, and Eden knew it. Never breaking out of their shell, keeping to the same group of people. Hell, it was even a miracle that they ever interacted with Ashir. Then again, it was only because he was their newest roommate. But that wasn't to say Eden had anything against the guy, rather the opposite. However unexpected his arrival was, it wasn't unwelcomed. If anything, it was a pleasant surprise. Someone that didn't know who Eden was, didn't really know their past. And they preffered to keep it that way. Then again, news travels all too fast in a small town, so it was only a certain amount of time until word got around to the guy. Oh well, not much that they could do.

Eden was only shaken out of their thoughts when they heard someone call out to them. It took them a few moments to process not only the words, but the voice. That sneaky son of a bitch, were the only thoughts before they turned on their heels, and sure enough. There he was. In all of his god damn, blue-haired glory. "You be-beautiful son on a bi-bitch-" were the only words Eden got out before they had practically flung themselves at Elliot. Embracing him into a tight hug, which would have otherwise taken them both down to the ground if Elliot hadn't been expecting it. This was more or less routine for them at this point. Elliot showing up out of nowhere, and Eden tackling him with a hug.

After taking a moment to take in the moment, Eden finally broke away from the hug, taking a few steps back and patted down their clothing. Blinking for a moment as their brain took a moment to process what was asked. Looking down and quickly scooping up the small creature, "His na-name is Se-Se-Sebastian. Th-thank you ve-very much." Eden teased, before gently placing a kiss on the otter's head. Scratching under his chin for a moment, before turning on their heels as the two of them started to walk again. Eden paused for a moment, looking at Elliot. "Should have t-told me you'd b-be co-coming. Would have d-done somethin' sp-special." Eden smiled gently, turning back ahead of them.

Eden nodded in response after Elliot spoke, eyeing him up for a moment. If they could venture a guess, he was beyond tired and clearly hadn't eaten anything in hours. If they could place a bet, he arrived to town and didn't do much before running into them. "Br-breakfast, is o-on me. C-come on then, Ell. No Arguments." they gestured with their head, indicating the way that they had both been heading to anyway. Eden mindlylessly fidgeted with the rings that they had on their left hand. "How...Ho-how have yo-you been? I kn-know you'be be-been worki-ing on an al-album, right?" Eden already knew the answer to that. They had been keeping up with his social medias and everything in between for years. But they were more or less desperate to keep the awkward silence from sticking around for too long. Anything to keep their mind and ears off of those damned voices would help.




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Wednesday trudged through the muddy leaf-covered path that borders their backyard. Making their way to the town’s park, going this way would spit them out into a more secluded part of it. Once at their usual picnic table they quickly sent a text to Isla, something that has become a habit of checking in on her in the morning. As they hit send they got a message from Vi, as she had sent them a plethora of memes, videos, and texts to try and cheer them up. Wednesday chuckled a little and a small smile formed on their perpetual stone-like face, they texted Vi back "thank you" before sliding their phone back in their bag and pulling out a laptop strewn with various stickers. They rubbed their cold hands together before getting ready to write, in a futile effort to try to forget the incident.

Just as Wednesday was starting to lose themselves in the grove of their writing, a piercing voice broke their concentration. 'Wendy, you back here again?" asked Wednesday's sister, as she slithered out from the thick trees that usually block this part of the park from the townies. "What do you want, CeCe?" they asked without taking an eye off their writing. "Ugh no need to be so testy, Wendy." said CeCe with a smirk as she knew how much that annoyed her sibling. "All I wanted to know was how you were doing. Now I'm being punished for just being a good sister." she said with a dramatic flourish. Wednesday rolled their eyes "I'll tell you again like I always do, I just need to be alone on this day." CeCe slid down across from them and started drumming on the table. Wednesday tensed up trying to focus on their writing, but with a constant stream of distractions coming from across them, it was an impossible task. "Can you please leave me be? I'm just trying to get some writing done." Wednesday asked with a sigh. "It's a park hun, I can sit wherever I want, you don't own this area." CeCe replied as she propped her feet up on the picnic table slightly kicking the laptop. "God be careful!" Wednesday snapped back at them. CeCe rolled her eyes before closing Wednesday's laptop with her foot. "You do know you're never gonna find out what happened to that kid Sam right? I don't understand why you keep trying, it's been 20 years, and you're not any closer." CeCe stood up brushed her legs. "If I were you I would let this little obsession die off." CeCe chuckled before turning to leave. "Well, it's a damn good thing I'm not you." Wednesday said before they watched their sister leave.

Now too upset to continue Wednesday packed up their belongings and started making their way to La Cocina de Serrano, to get some food.

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Miles Stevens was used to his morning routine by now. Being a teacher it was the same kind of morning every day, except for this one. It was the anniversary of Sam's death and even after 20 years, he took it a bit different than he should be. Miles could never sleep the night before, because when he closed his eyes he was reminded of everything he saw that day. It was something he didn't even like to talk about with the therapist.

It reminded him everyday that there was something out there in Gravity Falls, but he never could figure out what or why it went after Sam. Not many other incidents like it have ever been reported, so the question kept lingering around in his head, Why Sam?

He groaned as he got out of bed. He got ready for the day and just automatically turned off his phone not wanting to deal with it. Almost as if it were autopilot he made his way out to the edge of the forest to stare at it for awhile. What was it about Gravity Falls? What made it easy for people to come crawling back? Miles sighed as he tried to peel back the layers of the forest to maybe get some sense of clarity, but that would never happen. Part of him wanted to go further into the forest and just sit at the spot where they found Sam.

His fingers moved in a way that made him want to wrap around the a cylinder container, but there was none on him. The itch and the crave to have something was there. Miles felt extremely irritated now and just began to walk away from the situation, decided to get some coffee and a breakfast bagel before he had to head to the school.

His walk wasn't too long and it was rather peaceful. When he got up to the diner doors, he opened then and walked in. As he placed his order to go, he couldn't help, but see two familiar people sitting at a booth together. Eden and Elliot. He walked up to the two of them with a big goofy grin on his face.

"Yo, wassup guys! I haven't seen either of you for a hot minute." Miles said same grin continued to be plastered on his face, "How's the Mystery Shack, Ed? Also sick music bro." Miles spoke and near the end he lifted up a closed fist towards Elliot. He understood it may not be Elliot's thing, but it had been so long the guy was just excited beyond words.





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Elliot knew by this point to brace himself for Eden’s hugs. Truth be told, they were one of the things he loved most about coming home. Talking over screens and through texts was nice, but it couldn’t beat a proper, in person hug from your best friend. He laughed as Eden stepped back and introduced their otter, and he reached out to scratch the otter lightly on the top of his head.

He shrugged as Eden said he should have said he was coming. “Truth be told, I… don’t think I was fully sure I was coming until I stepped onto that plane, and maybe not even then,” he admitted. “Only reason I even told Mom and Steve was so they wouldn’t move the spare key without telling me,” he added, laughing. The offer of breakfast was greatly appreciated. “I dare not argue,” he replied.

He shrugged as Eden asked how he was. “Okay. Our last tour was amazing but, holy shit, did I crash hard after,” he said. “I think I slept for about twenty hours when I got home and was like a zombie for a week after.” He nodded as Eden asked about the album. “Yeah, it’s in the early stages. That’s… actually why I’m back. I’m gonna spend a few weeks here, get some writing done, get some demos recorded. LA is great, but this felt like an album that should be written here, you know?” He said.

“How about you? The Mystery Shack is still as weird and as overpriced as ever, right?” He asked with a grin.

Eden nodded back in response as Elliot said he wasn’t even sure if he was gonna be coming back to town, which, honestly Eden couldn’t blame him. Gravity Falls hadn’t exactly felt like home in years, among countless reasons.

A small chuckle escaped their lips as Elliot went on to explain why he even told his mom and her fiance, which reminded them about the wedding. Eden had almost forgotten Elliot told them about it months ago.

At the mention of the band’s tour, Eden gave another nod, they had kept up with everything through twitter and instagram. If they weren’t at work, Eden was most likely stalking their friends’ social media. Vicariously living through them, if they had to be honest, which was a bit pathetic, to admit that fact.

“I-I thought I re-remembered ri-right.” Eden chuckled a bit, keeping their eyes forward, away from Elliot. There was nothing more that Eden wanted, was to be able to look Elliot in the face, and truly be able to see him in person. But yet, the only way they even really had a proper way of knowing what he looked like, was through pictures and videos online. And while he was standing directly next to them, Eden couldn’t look at him for barely a few seconds before having to look away. Eden didn’t know what was worse, not being able to even look your friend in the eye when you spoke to them, or only being able to do so across a screen. Pathetic, honestly.

Eden shook their head at his question, a small chuckle escaping their lips before speaking, “Always.” Eden retorted. “A-and of c-course, same w-with me.” Eden pointed at themself. “Weird a-as ev-ever.” Eden gently nudged Elliot’s arm for a moment, before looking up and realizing they were already at the diner, stepping up and opening the door, “A-age before bea-beauty-” they teased and gestured for Elliot to enter the diner.

Elliot smiled as Eden confirmed that things had hardly changed and that things were as weird as ever. “Honestly, I think I’d be kinda disappointed at this point if it wasn’t,” he admitted, laughing a little. He raised an eyebrow as Eden indicated for him to enter the diner first. “I’m younger than you, asshole,” he joked, but stepped inside.

“Whatever-” Eden playfully pushed him through the door and walked in after him. As it was still rather early and a Friday, not many people were out just yet. Which was a good thing. Meant less possible voices they could avoid today. Thank the gods.

There weren’t that many people in the diner, and their usual booth was free. He slid into the booth. They hadn’t been there that long when a familiar voice reached them. He glanced up and grinned as he saw Miles. He hadn’t seen Miles in years, and it was good to see him again. He seemed to be doing well.

“Thanks, dude. Good to see you,” he said, bumping Miles’ knuckle with his own.

They both took a seat at their usual booth they had been using for years. All the way back in high school, they’d always sit in the back-most booth, beside the window. Rarely ever did the diner get so full, they’d usually be left alone so they could talk openly and not be overheard by anyone they didn’t want listening.

It was only a few minutes later that Eden heard a familiar voice, barely taking a glance to look at him. Eden didn’t know why but whenever they looked at Miles, he was surrounded by shadows. It never sat right with them, and still didn’t.

Eden glanced up quickly at Miles and gave a simple, “H-hi Miles.” before looking back down. Clearing their throat before taking a sip of water. Eden raised their eyebrows at that old childhood nickname for them. They honestly hated that one in particular the most. “It-it’s good. The usual.” they gave a small shrug of their shoulders. “D-day off so, y-ya know...Hope y-you’re doing w-well.” they looked up at him for the briefest of moments, and immediately a chill went down their spine. Eden averted their gaze from Miles once more, and hoped that Elliot would get the hint to hopefully distract him.

After being friends for this long, Elliot hardly even noticed the fact that Eden couldn’t quite meet anyone’s gaze or even look them in the face any more. It was just another thing that made them “them”, as far as he was concerned. But when it came to Miles, even Elliot could tell that they seemed to be struggling to as much as glance at Miles. Not wanting an awkward silence to settle in and make Eden more uncomfortable than they already were, Elliot turned to look at Miles again.

“So, dude, it’s been a while. What are you up to these days?” He asked.





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Venus Matthews never seemed to be a morning person, but anyone who had that initial thought would know that it was false. Venus Mathews wakes up at approximately 7:30 am every morning. Now one thing to note is that she will usually crawl back into bed at 10:00 am unless she has errands to run. Vi has always been diligent on waking up early to get any necessary things out of the way such as working out, having a shower and then making breakfast. This makes it so she’s going into the front of the Mystery Shack by 9:15 -9:20 in the morning and she’s usually feeding the staff breakfast and hanging out.

Today was not like other days though, she did not go through with her morning routine, instead she decided to sleep in after she had played a drinking game for her YouTube channel. Every now and then she liked to post content on there aside from recordings of her streams that she did.

The nearly empty bottle of gin sat on her desk with the cutting board of lemons and limes, the room was filled with her light snores until she was abruptly taken out of it with a text message. Vi could feel the sticky warmth of the alcohol trying to leave her body and groaned as she moved her hands along the bed linen and then under her pillows with no luck of finding this phone of hers. Rolling onto her side her hand slapped down on the night table until her finger tips felt the object and pulled it closer to herself to check it.

It was her friend Eva from college. Eva had just moved to town not too long ago, so Vi was happy to help. Sending Eva a message back she got up and swore she could hear thudding, what was Ashir doing up in the attic? She wondered as she made her way to the bathroom, so she could shower. Turns out the thudding was her own head.

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Venus had made it out of the house, she was wearing a pair of black leggings, black tank top, with a blue flannel button up that was a little oversized and left unbuttoned. Her hair was done up in two half space buns with the rest of her hair flowing down past her shoulder blades. On her face she had a pair of black sunglasses on to shield her poor eyes and head from the light. To finish off the look she normally wore she had her black converse on with her light mint sushi socks poking out.

She walked up to the familiar brick building that held one of her favourite restaurants. It was by no means a breakfast place, but Eva had to try it. That and Vi liked to give business to Isla’s family, she knew at times they struggled, and Vi was good at supporting locally owned businesses, especially ones closer to her heart.

“Hey Ev.” Vi said sporting a good ol’ peace sign for good measure. She honestly couldn’t explain why she did half the things that she did. “Ready to go inside? I know I could use food and quick

Eva grinned as Vi approached and threw her a peace sign. It was good to spend time with Vi again, they hadn’t properly spent any time together since they both graduated, even if Eva was a frequent viewer of Vi’s streams and they frequently promoted each other’s various projects on social media. “Absolutely, I’m starving. So, what’s the deal with this place? Anything in particular you’d recommend?”

“Friend’s family owns it.” Vi said simply stating with a shrug, “but it's one of my favourites regardless. Customer service is top notch.” The blue haired girl said as her hands made the ‘okay’ sign that for one reason or another seemed to be popular with the kids.

With that Vi knocked on the glass doors, not wanting to just waltz in there and expect service. If they weren’t up for breakfast today, then they’d go somewhere else. “Anything they make is good, I usually just ask them to surprise me.” The girl said as she waited for someone to come to the door, unsure of who was in the restaurant this morning prepping.

Wednesday was making their way to get some food, in a futile way to keep their mind off of their sister and Sam. They were too immersed in their music to see what was in front of them and ended up crashing into Vi. “Shit! I'm Sorry, You good?” They asked while turning off their music. “Good to see you're not dead.” Wednesday squinted at the person waiting outside with Vi. “Hey, I'm Wednesday.” They said with a quick nod and smile.

Just as Vi was peering into the restaurant to find some semblance of life she felt her body jolt. Instantly the thudding headache was hitting her harder than usual again and her body almost wanted to throw up almost as if she were seasick on a boat. Taking a deep breath in, she laughed a bit hearing Wednesday’s voice. “I think I’m a walking corpse some days.” She said with a shrug.

Eva was peering into the restaurant to see if there was any motion when somebody collided with Vi and apologised. Eva nodded as they introduced themselves. “I’m Eva, it’s lovely to meet you.”

This had always been a difficult day for Isla; ever since she was a kid, the anniversary of Sam’s death left her with a lot of complicated feelings, so despite her parents both offering to take over the morning prep for the restaurant, she insisted on doing it, and doing it by herself. There was something therapeutic in throwing herself into work, no matter how much she may not have wanted to do it.

So when she heard knocking on the doors, she was immediately in a bit of a sour mood. Of course, everyone in Gravity Falls knew the hours of the restaurant, but she was still used to dealing with difficult customers in LA. “We open at eleven!” She shouted, but when she actually looked up to see Venus and Wednesday there, she very visibly changed her mind, rushing up to the doors and opening them, “Never mind.” She shot her childhood friends, and the other woman she wasn’t sure she’d met, a dazzling grin, “For you guys, we’re always open. The owners insist.” She winked and ushered the group, locking the doors behind them so no stragglers got the wrong idea and came wandering in. “I think I needed some friendly faces this morning. Sit wherever you’d like.” She gestured vaguely to the restaurant, “The chairs closer to the kitchen are more comfortable, Mom and Dad just replaced the cushions.” She eyes the mystery woman there with Vi, “We don’t have a breakfast menu, but I can make you just about anything. You like coffee?” She raised an eyebrow at Venus; they hadn’t seen much of each other since they both left town, but they were here now, and Isla hoped Vi would catch the hint and introduce them.

Vi didn’t give up hope when she heard that the restaurant didn’t open until 11:00 am. She knew that someone would have to see who she was first before deciding not to let her in or maybe that was just her confidence and nauseated stomach speaking.

When Isla came to the door, a sense of excitement and happiness overwhelmed her a bit. “I believe I come with the friendliest of faces.” Vi said tuting her own horn just a little bit and then after Isla had spoken Vi turned to her, “Isla, this is Eva. Eva this is Isla. Isla is one of my main friends from childhood and Eva is one of my college friends who has just recently moved to town.” The blue haired girl felt a sense of accomplishment in terms of introductions. It went smoother than she imagined it would have. “I will let you pick where we sit, Eva.”

Eva nodded as Vi explained what the situation was with the restaurant. She loved finding small, locally owned spots like this, and when she was with a local who knew all of their insider tips, it was even better. She grinned as they were ushered into the cafe by Vi’s friend. The girl was pretty and seemed friendly, giving them tips about where to sit.

Eva waved a little as Vi introduced her. “Nice to meet you, Isla. This place looks great. I’m dying for some good local food instead of whatever cereal the bed and breakfast has today,” she said with a grin. She glanced around as Vi said she could pick where they sat. “Cool, I guess we should test if those new seats are as comfy as suggested,” she said, nodding roughly towards a table.

When Eva commented on how great the place looked, and how it was nice to meet her, Isla just smiled and nodded, “Well, you clearly have good taste.” She shot Eva a wink, “You guys get settled, I’ll go start some coffee.” And with that, she hurried on back to the kitchen. She’d only be gone a minute- their coffee maker worked fast. Isla had never understood the appeal of having coffee available for every meal, but she’d learned that no matter where you are, people asked for it whether it was on the menu or not.

She returned soon after with three cups of coffee and a plate with a sampling of conchas, both vanilla and chocolate. “I’ve been experimenting a bit with the idea of selling more sweets. Trying to win Dad over on it. How he expected to get a baker to move back into town to help him run his restaurant and not try to add more sweets to the menu, I’ll never know.” She flashed a smile as she distributed the cups to the group and set the plate down between them, “The cost of these is convincing my dad it’s a good idea when you see him next.” She put a hand on her hip and looked between the three of them, “Do we have anything specific in mind, or are you going to give me some artistic liberties?”

Venus just wanted to get some food in her belly, and she really had no specific craving. She began to sip on her cup of coffee and grabbed one of the conchas. “I’m always up for a surprise and giving you artistic liberties.” Then she looked to Eva and Wednesday to see what they were interested in.

Eva gratefully took one of the cups of coffee, added some sugar and some cream, and took a sip. At the question of if they knew what they wanted, Eva instinctively glanced at Vi, deciding to take her lead on things. So when she said that she’d let Isla decide, Eva nodded. “I’m with Vi, surprise us!” She said.

Isla smiled as the consensus to let her work her magic was reached, ”Alrighty then,” She said, shooting a grin and a quick wink across the table, ”Give me a couple’a minutes.”

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Miles was excited to see two of his friends he hadn’t seen much of in the last few years. He could feel Elliot’s knuckles brush up against his and he grinned. It was good to feel some sort of validation with them, because sometimes he was unsure how others really felt about him. Besides that small blip of depression, Miles just took a sip from his coffee cup.

“Glad to hear you’re doing well. I am good, got some theatre kids to teach in about thirty minutes. Not a day off for me yet sadly.” He said with a bit of a chuckle before looking between the two. Maybe Miles had intruded on them, but he wasn’t going to dwell on it, was he?

“As for what I’m up to…” Miles trailed off a little before he was thinking about it and then answered. “Honestly? I have just been teaching for the last few years at the high school. I babysit for my sister sometimes when she needs some time off, but other than that not a whole lot. You two have any plans later in the day? Maybe I can catch up after work.” Miles suggested and then his hand went into his pocket trying to pick his phone out.

He extended it out towards the two, “If one of you puts your number in, I can text you and if anything comes up, I’d be more than happy to hang out.” He said, shining a smile.

Once one of them put their number into his phone, he started to wave. “I should get going before I’m late, but it was nice to see the two of you!” He said and with that he turned on his heel exiting the diner.





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Eden just sat there and nodded as Miles spoke, doing their best to take in all that he said. However hard it may have been with the soft, ghostly whispers in their ear, partially drowning him out. There was a faint tickle sensation that crept across Eden’s skin along their right ear, which caused them to twitch reflexively. A shiver went down their spine as their throat closed up some, the feeling of cottonmouth taking over in that moment. Just calm down, Eden mentally reminded themself.

They were just able to look up as Miles seemed to come to his end of catching the two of them on things. Blinking a bit, Eden nodded, not fully understanding everything, but they weren’t going to ask him to repeat it. Last thing they wanted was to come across like some asshole who ignored someone who used to be such a close friend when they were children. It took Eden a moment to see that Miles had his hand extended, a phone being offered. They understood enough that he was asking for at least one of their numbers, and Eden nervously reached out, offering an awkward smile as they took the phone for a moment. Quickly typing in their cell-phone number, under the contact of ‘Eddy’, seeing as Miles liked using that one so much for them.

Offering Miles a gentle smile, Eden returned a brief nod and wave of their own, eyes trailed down and away from his face as usual. It was only when he finally walked away after last minute formalities, that Eden could feel like they were able to breathe, just barely. ”I uhm, I...E-excuse me-” Eden said with an awkward nod of their head in Elliot’s general direction, before quickly stumbling out of the booth and towards the direction of the bathroom. Eden practically stumbled into the push door, just barely being able to support their own weight as it opened to the single room. Turning, Eden locked the door behind them and made their way to the sink. Supporting themself against the structure as they looked up finally. Their hazel eyes scanning their face in the mirror. You look like shit…, Eden thought to themself. They should have just stayed home, going out today wasn’t a good idea after all.

With a shaky hand, Eden reached into the pocket of their trench coat, and retrieved a small bottle. It had been years since they needed any, but they always carried some around on the off chance the emergency would ever come. Eden somehow managed to remove the cap and poured two small white pills into their palm, and down them dry. Anxiety pumping through their veins as every heart-beat seemed to make it all worse. Breathe, Eden..Breathe.

Elliot mightn’t have seen Eden properly for a few years, but he could still tell when something was wrong with them. It distracted him somewhat from the conversation with Miles, but he still tried to focus most of his attention on him. Elliot had always felt kinda bad about how they’d grown apart and had fallen out of touch, so he sure as hell didn’t want to seem like some asshole who wasn’t even listening.

“Uh, no, I don’t think we’ve any plans. I literally just got into town this morning so… recovering from the drive and catching up with things around here, you know how it is,” he said. “Sure, a catch up sounds good,” he said. Part of him was a little glad when Eden reached out to put their number in. “It was good seeing you, man. We’ll definitely catch up at some point, yeah?” Ell said, before Miles said his goodbyes and left.

It was at that point Eden practically bolted to the bathroom, with only a mumbled apology by way of excuse. Ell hadn’t seen them this bad since he was in high school and Eden had dropped out. Or maybe he’d just never been around long enough to notice. He deliberated for a few seconds about whether or not to follow them, before his concern for his friend won out, and he got to his feet, following them towards the bathroom.

The door was locked. Of course it was. He knocked gently on the door. “Eden? It’s me, bud. Are you okay?” He called softly. He sighed a little. Back when they were kids, this was always different. Elliot had always been in as much of a state as Eden had been. Eden’s need to look after Ell had won out over everything else at times. And Ell needed to return that favour.

“Do you wanna come back to mine? The house is empty, it’ll just be us. We can… blare some music and talk shit or… whatever you wanna do. It might just be a bit less overwhelming,” he offered through the door. There was a sudden wave of anxiety as the reality, and the reversed familiarity, of this situation entered his head. He shook it off. “Just let me in, Eden.”

The sudden knock on the bathroom door caused immediate panic to shoot through Eden’s veins. Instinctively, they were about to yell that the room was occupied, but that all too familiar voice sounded softly from the other side of the door. A heavy sigh escaped their lips, realizing it was only Elliot. Who probably came to check up on Eden after they bolted.

Eden paused for a moment, trying to decide on what to say, they just didn’t know how they were going to excuse the sudden up and run like they had. Even though, Eden knew all too well that they wouldn’t need to explain. It was just instinct by now to have an explanation for every odd little behaviour that they had acquired over the years. Eden blinked when they heard Elliot ask to be let in. Should they?, they considered for a moment. There was a solid minute of silence that came from within the bathroom, before the sound of a soft click and the door was unlocked.

Eden was standing back next to the sink, looking themself over in the mirror. Trying to get themself to calm back down again. One. Two. Three. Four…, Eden counted silently. With each breath they took, they’d count. It was a simple exercise they had been taught in therapy and it worked, sometimes. Turning around nervously, Eden kept their eyes down low and picked at their finger nails as they began to speak, ”I-I’m s-sorry.” they stuttered. ”I-I don’t k-know wh-what happ-ppened b-back th-there.”

Turning back to look at the mirror one more time, Eden splashed some water on their face, trying anything to keep them composed. ”Uhm….N-no plans t-today so...Wh-whatever yo-ou wa-wanna do.” Eden said with a shrug. They just wanted to be anywhere but here. Thankfully, they had a joint in their pocket and a lighter, if they really needed to chill out later, they at least had it with them.

The silence from the other side of the room made the seconds drag, until he eventually heard a click. He pushed the door open and stepped inside, closing the door behind him again. Eden looked like shit, and he could tell that today was an especially bad day. He also knew that they would never admit to that. He shook his head as they apologised. “Nothing to apologise for, my dude,” he said softly with a smile.

He thought for a second. The Mystery Shack was home to Eden, but he also knew that it was busy and seldom quiet, and he wasn’t sure that was right for them right now. He wrapped an arm around their shoulder, giving them a gentle squeeze. “How about we go back to mine, yeah? Chill out, listen to some music, catch up properly. I can’t guarantee I won’t fall asleep though, so you’ll have to forgive me for that.” Elliot said gently.

Eden gave a small smile and nod as Elliot reassured them there wasn’t anything to apologize for. They didn’t feel that way but, they knew better than to argue, Elliot would win in the end anyway. He normally did. Keeping their eyes down, but occasionally looking up and then back away, Eden absentmindedly picked in their nails. It was a bad habit they picked up over the years, but it was also an uncontrollable tick they had formed from their anxiety.

They simply gave a shrug, truth be told, Eden didn’t care where they went. Anywhere was better than here, and being alone. S-sure. I-I got s-stuff on m-me.Sh-should be f-fine. L-long as y-y-ou don’t c-care if I-I s-smoke later.” Eden joked slightly. Their tone was still holding a bit of defeat, but was somewhat lighter.





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they're better off without you,
cause a scene like you're supposed to
they'll fall asleep without you
you're lucky if your memory remains
Spending time with Eden was good. They'd spent too long apart, and every time he'd been home, he'd been so eager to get away that he hadn't even really been in the moment when they'd been hanging out together. But hanging out with them that day was good, almost like the good old days before he moved away.

Rather unsurprisingly to both of them, he ended up falling asleep, sprawled across his bed around Eden, the still unpacked suitcases, and the instrument cases. When he woke up, it was afternoon, and the reminder of what awaited them that evening suddenly seemed to hit hard. They both pretended not to dwell on it; but of course they both did. There was no question that they’d go. There never had been and there never would be. But the feeling of apprehension was still there. Twenty years later, and it still wasn’t easy.

Twenty years later, and he still had no freaking idea what to wear to something like this. Admittedly, he had attended less and less in previous years, but he had always taken a moment to remember Sam wherever he was and whatever he was doing. A suit felt wrong on so many levels, not least because Eden wasn’t getting changed. But most of his clothes still felt too… wrong for something like this. In the end, and after consulting with Eden, he decided to just wear something that he thought Sam would have thought was cool. A quick comb of his fingers through his hair, and they were good to go.

Neither of them said much as they made their way back into the town. A small crowd was already gathered, with familiar faces dotted around the place, along with a few unfamiliar. Maybe things changed more than he thought in between visits. “So do we… wanna talk to people or just lurk at the back and hope nobody sees us?”


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she's a killer queen
gunpowder, gelatine
dynamite with a laser beam
guaranteed to blow your mind
Spending time with Vi and her friends was such a wonderfully unexpected throwback to being in college, and Eva really enjoyed spending time with her. Isla’s food did not disappoint in the slightest, and Eva made a mental note to hit up the restaurant as much as possible while she was in town. Over the course of the conversation, something had been mentioned about the memorial service later that evening. She was assured that the invitation was open to everyone, but Eva wasn’t sure about going alone. And wanting to let Vi spend time with her old friends, she instead decided to convince the only other person she could call anything close to a friend who also happened to be in town. Which was Mason, the detective assigned to the case. He took some convincing, but eventually they came to the agreement to go and respectfully keep their distance at all times.

Going out without her podcasting equipment for the second time in a day felt strange. Part of her wished she’d used breakfast as an opportunity to get some more information, but she also knew that today probably wasn’t the day to go barging in and asking too many questions. Instead, she had her trusty notes app on her phone to take typed notes that she could record in the morning for the podcast.

She made her way to the town square, having changed into something she felt was hopefully more appropriate to the occasion without making her stand out too much. Knowing that the fact she was a stranger would already make her stand out more, she hung back at the edges of the crowd, scanning the crowd for familiar faces and to get a read of the general energy of the crowd. As expected, everyone was somber and serious, a quiet respect settling over the assembled crowd.

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the jock
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thousands of lightyears away
lives a butterfly
constructed of stars
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Isla loved seeing her old friends, and one new one, over the course of the morning, but as fate would have it, things like that never lasted. Before long they’d left, she had to clean up, and finish preparations for the rest of the day. Working in her parent’s kitchen didn’t mean less work for her (in fact, most days she felt like it was more work), and she spent the rest of her shift that day up to her elbows in grease and dish soap, thinking all the while what she could do to improve the place. It could do with some sprucing up, really. Honestly, though, she didn’t know how any business could hope to stay afloat in a dying town.

But she could only stay occupied with business thoughts for so long. Isla hadn’t been in town on the anniversary of Sam’s death in so long. The last memorial she’d been to had been before she transitioned, and now she felt a little stuck. What was appropriate to wear to something like this?

She showered- always fighting against the impermeable smell of a restaurant kitchen, touched up her nail polish, and went about picking an outfit. She didn’t want to stand out, not at this event, so something understated was definitely the right choice.

Walking everywhere in town like she’d done the past two weeks she’d been in town reminded her so much of her childhood. This entire day reminded her of her childhood. None of them had ever been able to escape the looming shadow of Sam’s death since that fateful day. It felt like the memory of what happened haunted the entire town, weighing everyone down. Isla was reminded of why she left in the first place.

Damn familiar guilt, bringing her back here to such a sad place.

Thankfully there was already a small crowd assembled by the time she arrived. Most of the town would attend, probably. That’s how it always was in the past, and if Isla knew one thing, it was that things didn’t change in Gravity Falls unless someone came in from the outside and forced that change. She looked around, spotting some familiar faces. There was Eden. Should she talk to Eden? A part of her said yes, but Elliot was there, and all the guilt and regret and sadness from what had happened between them in high school overrode her desire to catch back up with old friends. Still, she tossed a soft smile and an awkward wave their way, though she was fairly sure they wouldn’t really recognize her. Maybe she should have tried harder to stay in touch.






Ashir Rahman
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it is home to souls
who were too bright
for our world
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Ashir rarely ever made it to bed before three am, so he rarely ever made it out of bed before noon. But when he did finally get up, he spent some time sketching, checking in on the wax ball that his roommates tolerated because it was less weird than his last project. He mostly kept to himself during the day, unless one of his roommates sought him out for one reason or another. He didn’t mind them, in fact he felt like they were all friends, but alone is how he’d always done things.

He’d arrived in town a few weeks after the anniversary of Sam’s death the year before, so he wasn’t sure what to expect from this event, but he did know that both of his roommates had been friends with Sam when they were children, and attending with them would probably be a nice thing to do. Show some support. There was also the fact that the people who owned both the place he lived and worked were the long-dead child’s parents. It felt like it would be weird if he didn’t go. He didn’t know anything about the formality of the event, but it hardly mattered. He didn’t have any nice clothes with him here- those were all packed up neatly back in his parent’s attic- just clothes with tons of paint stains, clothes with a few paint stains, and clothes with little to no paint stains. He opted to go with as few paint stains as he could manage and hope that he wouldn’t be dressed wildly inappropriately.

He’d established a calm familiarity with most of the folks in town by now, and recognized most of the faces in the slowly growing crowd. He mostly found himself sticking close to Venus, though, as if being there with her increased his legitimacy for being there. He absently picked at the blue nail polish that Vi had applied just a few days prior, already it was chipped nearly to oblivion by Ashir’s nervous nature. “Oh, there’s Eden,” He announced, pointing them out in case Venus hadn’t seen, “You know that guy with them?”[/b] He looked really familiar, but there was no way he was who Ashir was thinking he was.

He shoved his hands in his pockets, mostly to force himself to stop picking at the nail polish. He wanted to be there for his friends, really, but he also wanted to give them some space, and goodness this town was ridiculously inspiring. “Hey, I’m just gonna,”[/b] He said, pointing back out of the way. He didn’t wait long before he made his way out away from most of the people, pulling a small notepad and a pencil on it’s last leg of life out of his pocket to sketch out some things that were coming to mind, take some notes on lighting, add too many little notes about the mood and the way all the colors even feel muted somehow.. He’d revisit some of it later, toss some of it out. Well, most of it wouldn’t make it past the drawing board, but he was always working on something.

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