mabel had been sitting outside of the mystery shack since...she didn't even know. at one point the sun had set and she was surrounded by the dark sky with stars showing enough of the little dipper to make her cry. she couldn't stop staring, couldn't help but feel like if it burned into her eyes enough, maybe dipper would come back and scold her for staring directly into the tiny little specks. and she would do it if it meant her twin was safe and everything was fine. she would follow all of his cautions and do literally anything no matter how insane or how weird it sounded if it meant he was by her side at the end of the day.

instead those stars taunted her, like dangling a carrot in front of a rabbit. why did those stars get to shine so brightly when dipper was feeling dimmer and dimmer each day he was missing? it wasn't fair.

she had to look away before she started hurling her anger into the night sky and looking crazier than she was already. she wiped her face angrily and when she finally tore her gaze she noticed pacifica. she had no idea how long the blonde was even there. "i don't....he's still not here...." she said flatly, letting the numbness take over again. "he's....nowhere."

Stitch has done a lot of stupid things in his life for being a literal genius. It was hard to make proper decisions when all he ever did was react strongly from his constant anger and therefore acted on his impulses. He didn’t want a lot or need a lot, but when he was constantly sabotaging things that made him happy at one point, it was hard to argue that he did hold some sort of intellect at the end of the day. 

A good example was his exes. People he tried to find connection with outside of his ohana and trying desperately to be loved to some extent, only for them to blow up in his face. He tended to avoid any and all exes for the sake of his own mental health. However, that wasn’t always possible and of course when he ran into Pacifica of all people, friend to his enemy and therefore one of his, he felt himself dreading any and all conversation that could follow. “Shit. Sorry about that,” he mumbled, looking anywhere but her eyes. His smoothie didn’t spill and he was going to take that as a win. 

"Shopping day, shopping day!" Mabel sang under her breath as she browsed the many racks of clothing for something new. She might have sewn and knitted a lot of her stuff, but that didn't mean she didn't want to feel fancy here and there. She was thinking something sparkly, revealing, but totally tasteful.

As she filled her arms with dresses and tops and everything else her line of vision started to disappear. She stumbled trying to find the dressing room and ended up running smack into someone. With all of the clothes she was looking at on the ground, she was ready to usher out a million apologies and get everything picked up. When she realized it was Pacifica that she ran into, she forgot about the clothes completely. "Oh my gosh. Did I dent your hair? I don't have enough money to fix it!" She put her hands up in mock surrender. "Anyways..uhh...shopping?"

Daphne wholeheartedly agreed with Pacifica. This was why she asked the blonde to hang around her during Fashion Week. It was supposed to be inspirational but all it has really been is a big miss with a few hits hidden in the cracks between. “I am so bummed by all of this. As much as social media has like, helped things, it’s also totally destroyed it. That’s so sad to think about...” It just meant Daphne had to work even harder to show that she was more than what these people saw in fashion. That she needed to appeal to all of the masses while staying true to herself. “Should I make leggings?” she joked, scrunching her nose a bit. “I do like wearing them, but I don’t think they scream high-end fashion. I guess I might have to completely restart my brand and cater to a different crowd. What do you think, Paz?”

“Well, are you ready to get a good look at this place?’ Daphne asked lightly, turning to the blonde with a curious expression. She wasn’t really sure if Paz had been joking when she said she was down to explore New Salem with Daphne but after that Halloween Party, Daphne knew in her bones that something weird was going on here and she was determined to figure it out. She had dressed for sleuthing and she had to say, it was a good ten out of ten appearence-wise. She had also borrowed some things from the gang so that she could investigate properly. She was gonna show them that she could do this without being a captive. She knew she could. “If you wanna back out, now is your moment.”