Introduction

[grimgrinningghosts]

[You wake up in a bed.

A rather comfy bed, but as you open your eyes, you realize that this room is not one you’ve ever been in before. And even the most villainous of you should notice that something is immediately very off by how morbid your room looks. While generally clean, it looked dark and like it was a part of a very old house.

And that “Rest in Peace” throw pillow really isn’t doing the room any favors.

Meanwhile, on the dresser on top of your new notebook, there is also a message:]

When the clock strikes 13 o’clock. You must all meet in the stretching room for a special announcement.

[Well, it would be rude to refuse an invitation, right?

As soon as you leave your room, you notice a stark difference between the bedroom and the rest of the building. It looked like it hadn’t been kept up in ages, and it shows with how everything is caked in dust or covered in cobwebs. But judging by the other bedroom doors, possibly with other people peering out at the same time you, at least you’re not alone in this strange situation.

As you explore the rest of the first floor of the mansion, you’ll come to realize that, besides the bedrooms, the whole place is rather decrepit and dimly lit. While all rooms may provide a great interest in you, the the bios of all your foolish mortals might be useful to you, especially if you enjoy finding out how much your new captor has learned about you.]

Comments

[kindaruledatit]

Waking up
[Wendy was going to sleep in, but there's just something about sleeping in a new bed that can set a person off; namely, that you're not in the bed you fell asleep in anymore.

The decor was the farthest thing from her bedroom, the grim and haunted aesthetic completely replacing the rustic homestead she'd lived in for fifteen years. the most obvious conclusion to this is someone moved her in her sleep. Which is a fantastic thought.

Stuffing the note in her pocket, Wendy takes her first step out of her room... and walks straight into a cobweb. She swipes at them. Gross. Blah.]

Okay, didn't really plan to go to a haunted house after saving the world.

[Still pretty cool though, if you don't mind the run-down look. But hey, that's half of Gravity Falls.]

Hey, whoever dragged me here? Great joke, man! [She looks around the hallway.] Come on out so I can congratulate you!

Profiles
[Eventually Wendy makes her way to the foyer like everyone else, and inevitably she spots the profiles. And then she spots her name. The information on it is... not exactly terrible, but seeing it just... there, is troubling. At least until she presses the music button next to hers.]

...Alright, that's a pretty good song choice. I'm cool with it. [She bobs her head to the beat while checking out some of the other profiles. So many strange names and faces.

....Oh.

that sure is Stanford Pines and Mcgucket on there.]

Lounge
[Well, this is a strange situation. What's a teenager to do when you're in a completely new situation and you don't know what's going on?

Use the phone, of course.

Which is why Wendy is currently laying on one of the couches in the lounge, legs propped up on one of the armrests while she busies herself with trying to get a word out on her cell.

She tries, and tries... friends, family, anyone!]

Uuugh! Come on! What's with the crummy reception in this place?

lounge

[tangerinetrees]

[ OH PRAISE, ANOTHER TEEN, Karolina walks over and sits on a chair nearby because why not. ]

No luck, huh?

[kindaruledatit]

[Hooray! Another teen! Now she can truly hang out and hate on society for their problems.]

Nope. It's kind of becoming a pain.

[she sighs, flipping her phone shut and staring up at the ceiling.]

Guess calling out for someone is gonna be harder then that.

[tangerinetrees]

That'd be a little too easy, I guess.

[ She sighs too. ]

Maybe we'll get lucky and someone will call the Avengers?

[kindaruledatit]

Avengers? Uh, isn't avenging what you do after something terrible happens?

Lounge

[terribibble]

What is that?

[He means the cell. It is unlike anything he's ever seen before and it's the first thing in this place that's enough to wholly distract him from everything else.]

[kindaruledatit]

[She looks up, hearing a familiar voice, and it's attached to a familiar face.]

Oh, sup Fiddle...

[You look... much younger. Like that memory she saw.]

Uh... It's a cellphone?

[terribibble]

[Okay, well, he recognizes half that word. More alarmingly, he recognizes half his name -- but wasn't there someone else from Gravity Falls among those portraits besides him and Stanford? This must be her.]

I -- you know me?

[Maybe he erased her on accident. Or something. Oh boy, that's going to be awkward if that's the case.]

[kindaruledatit]

Uh... [Hold up a sec, rooting around in her brain. Time travel movies, time travel movies... what happens when a paradox happens? Do you turn into a toaster or something?

A couple seconds pass as Wendy carefully thinks this over....]

...I know you, but I don't.

[Perfect.]

profiles

[strangerslikeme]

[So, Wendy. Are you enjoying the song? So is somebody else, who approaches the profiles. They see their own name and press the button alongside it, which queues up some sort of Phil Collins nonsense. Seemingly satisfied with this, he runs his hands up and down every button, setting off a stream of unpleasantness that comes with all of them being played at once.]

[kindaruledatit]

[The mood has now been ruined. Thank you, Phil Colins.]

Hey! Cut it out, dude! [She lightly shoves the ape man, which, is probably ineffective anyway.] You threw off my groove.

[strangerslikeme]

[he threw off the emperor's groove?? wow]

...My groove.

[kindaruledatit]

[Yes! It's very important that you don't do that.]

...No, dude. Mine.

Profiles

[aboyandhiscar]

[Someone else is giving the profiles another lookover, just finishing up a song. He doesn't know any of these but my gosh do they sound old school In a good way!! He snickers, hearing hers play.]

They've got a cool beat, but I can't say I wasn't expecting something a little spookier!

[kindaruledatit]

Yeah, like all of them being Spooky Skeletons or something? I could see that happening.

[Just, all of them, playing that song, at the same time.]

"Tarzan's" song over there really doesn't fit the mood.

[aboyandhiscar]

'Xactly! A classic like that never gets old, even if it's totally the wrong month. [Halloween was over months ago last he checked, gosh.]

The kinda chill, folksy one? I like it though, sounds like something you have like, a training montage to.

[kindaruledatit]

Yeah? That sounds like a really good idea, actually.

And I know, right? It's barely September. [Haha...]

[sixfingeredstan]

[Ford is heading over to the biography gallery when he spies the back of a familiar head of red hair. He wracks his brains for a name, which would be a hell of a lot easier if she wasn't standing in front of her own portrait and blocking him from just using that to remember.

W...W something. Oh, well. He might as well take a stab in the dark.]

It looks like McGucket and I aren't the only Gravity Falls transplants around here. How are you doing, ah...Wanda?

[He tried.]

[kindaruledatit]

Huh? Oh. [Her hair is extremely noticeable, and when she turns around, her hair continues to completely hide her profile.

She thinks she hears Stan at first, but turning around shows her it's just his twin brother..... Stan? Yeah she can just call him Stan too, can't she? How did Soos describe everything that happened during that phone call? Ugh, why was it four in the morning.]

Wendy. [Shrug, bit of a smile.] Sup, Stan two.

[sixfingeredstan]

Wendy. [He amends quickly, looking only vaguely embarrassed.] Of course. And—please, you can call me Ford. Stan has always fit my brother better than it fits me.

[He draws his notebook out from the inner pocket of his coat and consults one of several pages already full of notes. He scribbles down 'WENDY' and circles it a couple of times, and then tracks back a couple of pages.]

Now. Have you experienced any ghosts, phantoms, specters, poltergeists, or other incorporeal beings?

[kindaruledatit]

Corduroy. [It's alright, Ford. They're only the family that built your house.] Sure thing, Ford.

[She waits for him as he gets to his scribbles, hands in her pockets and briefly attempting to whistle a tune.]

Uhh... I met an alien? Does that count for any of those?

Lounge

[whistlenotchirp]

You were expecting a crowd of fans?

[He's hopped onto one of the tables and is kind of eyeing her suspiciously. She some kind of actor or something? That'd be the worst. And what's that in her hand? Some hip new trend?]

[kindaruledatit]

Huh?

[Wendy looks up from her phone, looking this way and that.... basically anywhere that isn't the table Jiminy is standing on.]

Who said that?

[whistlenotchirp]

[Why does this keep happening]

N-no, over here fella.

[kindaruledatit]

[Because at least the gnomes come up to her shins, and she never met the Lilliputtians.

Her gaze drifts down, until finally.]

Whoa! [She sits up.] You're a... little man in a suit?