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Wednesday Jones

"find the truth, even if it kills you"

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a character in “Gravity Falls: Awakening”, originally authored by EsmeBheart, as played by RolePlayGateway

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Wednesday Jones
basics . "travel into the unknown, and you'll lose yourself"
Not Havin' a BlastSTOP!I'm Not OkayLosemyheadBury Me

☠ name . wednesday rose jones

☠ nickname(s) . day, wen, jones (friends)

☠ role . the theorist

☠ age . 25 may 10, 1995

☠ pro-nouns . They/Them

☠ sexual orientation . Pansexual

☠ relationship status . single

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appearance .

☠ hight . 5'5''

☠ weight . 141lbs

☠ style . cottagecore and fall fashion

☠ hair . has been wearing it more naturally, deep brown curls that fall to their shoulders

☠ eyes . soft almond eyes colored a warm brown

☠ tattoos . a crying heart on the their upper left arm, a spaceship in the same spot on the right arm, and a book tattoo on their right wrist

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about .

☠ likes . reading, true crime, conspiracy theories,
fall, coffee, mystery, gravity falls, the paranormal,
the mystery shack, peaches, the moon, cats, lakes,
journaling, flirting, watching movies.


☠ dislikes . beer, running, overly optimistic people,
egos, tomatoes, small spaces, heights, snow,
being alone, gore.


☠ strengths . the paranormal, writing, singing,
staying calm under pressure, charming people,
working.


☠ weaknesses . fighting, running, overspending,
letting things go, taking brakes,


☠ personality .
Calm, Realist, Outgoing, Stubborn, Odd

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history .

☠ who is wednesday . Wednesday was born to a single mother in gravity falls who did her best to give them a good childhood, and creative freedom. Growing up Wednesday was an odd but overall good child, they quickly gained an interest in everything paranormal. This seemed to only foster in a town like gravity falls. Wednesday would try and point strange things that she saw but her mom never saw them and Wednesday was branded as a child with an active imagination.

At a very young age, Wednesday starting writing about all the things they saw, even though most of the early journals they had were illegible. If they weren't writing they could often be found searching the woods with their friends, that was until she was found, dead.

Wednesday's mom was too preoccupied with getting married to Wednesday's step-dad to listen to the "stories" they had about that night. Wednesday learned then that they were one of the only ones who could solve the mystery of gravity falls. Wanting to find an answer to the unexplainable Wednesday became obsessed with the strange. When Wednesday was 10 they would start a paranormal club at the elementary school, although it wouldn't get much traction it showed how devoted they were to this.

In high school, Wednesday was branded as the odd kid but was still liked by most of the students. Wednesday fell full throttle in their coping mechanism, (as well as some new ones) of finding the truth, as in some way they didn't wanna believe in the truth of what happened to sam. They graduated with average grades but were too obsessed with the town to go to college, or even move out of the town.

Wednesday now almost 26 works at the mystery shack alongside childhood, and trauma-bonded friend, Eden, and from the outside seems okay. But something in them is unravelling more and more every day.

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fc ☠ Micaéla Verrelien | cs ☠ esmebheart | hex ☠ #D16120 | playlist ☠ the theorist

So begins...

Wednesday Jones's Story

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Character Portrait: Eden Ackerman Character Portrait: Isla Serrano Character Portrait: Elliot Fox Character Portrait: Venus Matthews Character Portrait: Miles Stevens Character Portrait: Eva Conrad
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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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xxx The Theorist | Outfit | #D16120
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xxxxxWell, I guess I made my bed
xxxxxNow I gotta lie in it
xxxxxLike a suicidal kiss
xxxxxI got a guilty conscience
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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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they say time heals all wounds, but that presumes the source of the grief is finite
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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.”