#bdrpstarter

Life had all just been one big monotonous cycle lately. Go to work. Go home. Hang with Dipper. Maybe to go Pixie’s. Chat with girls on Tinder. She was just lacking in excitement and creativity. She wasn’t really working on any special side projects at Oaken’s which was unlike her. So, she figured it was a nice enough day, that she’d take her notebook out and hang out by the trees near the lakeshore to maybe get some inspiration. 

She sat cross legged under a tree, scribbling down little notes on types of wood and all the various things she thought she could made and just kept on pushing the two components together to see what seemed nice. Maple hutch. Mahogany arch. Cedar sidetable. But she still couldn’t get anything. 

So, she did what she normally did, she started doodling a schematic, starting with one line and then another to get some kind of design, her pencil shading in carved out pieces of the surface she was working with. The wind picked up and knocked the hat right up off her head and tumbling towards a pair of feet. 

“Whoa!” She chuckled and stood up, notebook in hand to jog after it, calling out to the figure, “You know, it would obviously go to show that the minute I’m productive, the winds change.”

Swynlake was... relatively back to normal. Terence was relatively back to normal, too. He most certainly missed the whole part of it where you dreamed of a completely unrelated world, only to wake up the next morning with slightly traumatic memories and experiences you never lived. It almost felt nostalgic.

And so did most other things, except they were slightly different. When he was out in the streets, he saw familiar faces. But some others that were completely unknown, and some that even had changed so much that they felt unfamiliar. It was an odd thing to come back to when you'd been in the same town all your life prior to leaving it for the first time ever.

Another thing that was familiar but not quite? Dipper. Terence's relationship with Dipper was, as he liked to think, friendly and genuine. They were far from the boyfriends that were — particularly because they no longer were boyfriends — but he liked to think that, at some point, that possibility might come to pass once again, considering his own feelings toward the other.

And yet? There'd been radio silence once more. They didn't quite text every day, and most of the time, Terence felt like he had to use Shark as an excuse to do so. This time around, he'd actually managed to arrange a visit a few days before, and prepared accordingly.

By the time he arrived to the building, the sparrow man brought with himself a box with freshly baked goods and some new decor for Shark's tank. Proud of that, he had no problem knocking the door to Dipper's apartment. And after it not being answered, he reached for the handle and... it was unlocked?

"Hello? Dipper! Are you home?" he called out, sticking only his head into the gap between the wall and the door as he pushed it open. "...Dipper?"

Gabriela walked into Pride University bags in tow, parents no where in sight. “I miss my mom and dad already. This would be so much easier if I knew at least one person here,” Gabriela sighed thinking to herself walking further into the school looking for the new students office. “I don’t even have a room assigned to myself, where in the world am I going to stay,” Gabriela looked at the map frustrated not knowing where to go. Gabriela throws the map on the floor, drops her bag and slides down the wall defeated.

It's 2020, JJ reasoned. Absolutely no one should be surprised by the kid doing parkour at the end of the high street. He wasn't exactly self conscious, or anything, he was just sick of the dirty looks from the little old ladies that shuffled along. The awed looks from the tourists, those he could stand. Those were cool.

But he was fresh off being grounded and it felt like months since he'd been able to just— stay out, and do things, and besides. Being stuck indoors had made the quality of his tiktoks go waaaaay downhill, in his own personal opinion, and he had a (minor) fanbase to please.

Not all of his stunts were to force his powers to the surface; some were just for clout.

Hence the leaping over walls and shit, which was going real well until about 5 seconds ago, when his ankle slipped and he lost his footing and suddenly he was rolling across the floor landing at the feet of... someone.

"Uh... hi."

The election results hadn’t been quite as juicy as Oogie had hoped. Even if Al had got in and Oogie hadn’t, he’d been hoping he might be able to feed off the fury of one side at least. But apparently not. Everyone appeared to be a little too tame this time around. And in hindsight, his approach had probably split the vote for those that way inclined.

That said, having one (predominantly angry) chunk of society totally unrepresented in the town’s board wasn’t necessarily a bad thing, if you stirred them up a little.

His eyes skimmed the newspaper and the latest image of the updated town board with a faint twitch of his eyebrow. “It’s curious, don’t you think, that only three seats were up for re-election and somehow they were filled with four people.”

One good thing about living in town: food. There was food everywhere, and it was all different, and it was all good. And sure, Kristoff would eat anything, but not the point; the food here was pretty damn good. Take, for instance, the bag of cinnamon cookies he’d picked up from the bakery and was now enjoying on a bench just outside of said bakery — very good, and only like, five solid minutes away from his place. Pretty sweet deal, even if it did mean waiting in line and speaking to real human people.

Which Kristoff was still contemplating when someone came out of the bakery, stumbled, and dropped their food quite spectacularly over the pavement. Crumbs everywhere, much to the delight of a few nearby pigeons, and Kristoff winced at the scene. “I take it that wasn’t meant to happen?”

The kettle whistled just in time.

Terra had just finished preparing the coffee table at the living room with pastries and cookies, and made sure the room was completely clean.

It wasn’t a special occasion, but it wasn’t unimportant. Naminé came over every so often, and Terra enjoyed setting his house up so that his guests felt completely comfortable.

@princess-ting-ting​

Right, so that was...interesting. Remind him to never get on Franny Robinson’s bad side. He feared people who were evil through and through like Arakel Tomassian, Mr. Armbruster, and Monique Boulet much less than kind people with knives behind their backs.

Marlin hadn’t left Ting-Ting all meeting, he’d stayed sat between her and Jun until everyone had stopped yelling and the meeting had been adjourned and she signaled to him she was ready to hurry out of there. He nodded to Jun and told him he’d see him at the store, and followed Ting-Ting out.

He wasn’t entirely sure what to do, or say. His own nerves were still on fire so he could only imagine how she felt, being on the receiving end of much of the evening’s vitriol.

“Are you okay?” Was all he could think of.